Thursday, October 27, 2011

not the only one.

I really need to be more diligent about posting twice a week. I have so many post ideas bouncing around in my head that I lose one before I have even fully thought through the next. But good news, I think you all might be getting lucky this weekend with another one. :]

A spill of some of these aforementioned ideas...
(Does Baby feed off of my brain too? If so, I'm so sorry, Cubbie, for this overload of thoughts going seemingly non-stop lately, especially when we just want to sleep.)

Sometimes I just want to sloooow down life. I mean, there are moments that are so sweet, so beautiful that, at normal speed, I just don't get to grasp a hold of for long enough. Example: I absolutely love the few minutes before bed when Mr. Allen and I laugh and pray and talk and share our souls and I think that maybe we shouldn't go to sleep so soon after all, because it's just that good (even though we are so, completely beat from the day.) I want to slow those down. I want to cuddle and giggle and talk... for not just moments, but for hours (the ones that don't drag on.) Or another example: Henry gets really cute sometimes (all the time) and there are these rare occasions when he's so cuddly (this boy does not like to cuddle - what baby is like that!?!) I so want to slow these down. I want to fully live in that moment when he wants to be snuggled next to me. Oh, how wonderful that boy can be. (I'll forgive him for all these crawling-balancing-toppling over-crazy moments he's been throwing my way lately.)

Let me get one thing straight -- I don't want to freeze frame these moments. No. I want to enjoy them in such a way that I can truly "suck all the marrow" out of them.

I know I can't be the only one that think life moves too fast sometimes.

This morning, as I headed out the door for work, I stopped by the mailboxes to find my Lulu Wrap package. It was like Christmas! Better yet, Elle sent a handwritten thank-you-card for the entry to the giveaway (lack of purchase I could call it.) Is it so bad that I might want to keep this card forever? Is it so bad that I wish we were real friends? Is it bad that I hope that, because I will carry Cubbie in a Lulu Wrap, he/she will turn out just as cute and wonderful as Elle's beauties? Is it so bad that I want to be just like idolize her?

I'm pretty sure I'm the only one stuck in this weird-transitional-lacking-a-best-friend-and-need-to-act-like-I-have-some-slump that I can currently be found in. (My small group tries to tell me it's "normal." All I know is that it's not normal for me. And I'm about done being normal if it is.)

Let's talk about Sundays. They are usually my favorite day of the week (depending on how stressful or completely uneventful my Saturday was, because I'm not a fan of either.) Sundays are beautiful: a day set aside to gather together in community, worship our Lord, and be reminded of truths. Sunday afternoons are almost that good too: crafting hour, light reading, mysterious bowl of snick-snacks, long naptimes, walk in the park... Yes, I could live in a world of Sunday afternoons.

But then there is this utterly awful stigma that Sunday afternoons brings with it -- Monday. No matter how hard I try to ignore the ugly, gray rain cloud hanging over Sundays, sometime midafternoon it hits me, and no longer can I fully enjoy that Sunday-bliss feeling. I'm caught in angst and dread as I think about getting back into the real world when the morning comes. No longer am I free to bask in the sunshine coming through the large front window (a favorite pastime from growing up at my parents' house,) because now I have to think about a to-do list and a what-I-hate-about-Mondays list. And no one wants to be stuck there.

Am I the only one who can't shake off that shadow Monday casts upon Sundays?

Alright, we'll cover Mondays real quick too, because now I feel bad for all the awfulness I've thought about them. Mondays can't help themselves really. They don't want to be there any more than most of the world want them to be. I bet, if you asked, they would gladly change places with Friday. So here's my pitch - let's change our Monday attitudes. (Obviously I need to do so. I'm guess you do too.) I can often be found celebrating Fridays. My way of celebrating: a Starbucks in hand with a cute dress upon my body to "get me to the weekend." And it helps. Boy, it sure helps. What if I celebrated Mondays instead? What if I decided to spend the beginning of the week primping myself in hopes of a week well-welcomed? Here's the deal - I will do it this coming Monday, then I'll report back and see how it affects my day and then again how it affects my week. Want to join? We'll call it Occupy Monday. We'll sit and make up stats like "1% of people enjoy Mondays." It's going to be a revolution. (Sorry, it's so simple to pull a quick Occupy joke lately.)

I might be the only one crazy enough to start trying to enjoy Mondays.

Well, those are the thoughts for now. I'm sure there are more, but I'll leave you to these few to mull over and decide if I'm the "odd woman out."

I wrote this post this morning on my ipod (yes, I was that desperate to get a post out/find an outlet for my thought overload) and then when I tried to publish, blogger lost it. Utter disappointment. I'm glad I got it rewritten and now published. Lesson learned: no more ipod posts.

with self-control. (...well I'm working on it as I clear my head and attempt to organize my thoughts...)

4 comments:

  1. I so love this post . I love so much about it that I cannot even begin to explain how much I love it .

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  2. Occupy Monday = Brilliant. I will totally join you and I'll even blog about it on Monday and link over here. :) Also, we should hang out soon, even if we can't craft that wonderful scrap map for Cubbie quite yet.

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  3. Occupy Monday! I'm in! (even though my Mondays might as well be Fridays because I have no schedule...) But I have been in a I-don't-look-or-feel-like-my-normal-self-so-I'm-just-gonna-act-like-a-bum rut that I could use shaking out of. And I'll take the occupy Monday challenge to do it :) Lovely words, dear sister!

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  4. P.S. I'm totally Occupying Monday with you. I'll even get out of bed, showered, and dressed for the day before the kids get up!!

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