Inspiration Blog Posts
My emotions are like the cumbersome metronome swinging predictably from one weighted side to the other on the top of our ancient upright childhood piano. Back and forth, back and forth it swings. I’ve allowed my holiday mood to be dictated by whatever the most recently received crackling ethernet message is. I should instead give the myriad, joyful, effervescent family stories the permission to bubble up and sparkle my holiday consciousness.
During this holiday season, we fret about how to ensure that our guests feel welcome, feel like they belong in our living rooms. How about we whittle this stressor down to one action plan; intentional listening to make sure that all who cross our threshold are being heard?
In counting my blessings this week, at the top of my list is my husband. Twenty years ago, before I had reconnected with Tim (we were childhood playmates), and after my divorce, I wrote some words describing what I longed for in a partner.
I asked my daughter in law what my oldest teenage granddaughter was into these days because her birthday is coming up and I wanted her gift from me to be in the ballpark of her heart’s desire. Her response was a specific jewelry item and brand that is currently trending.
I sleep with a face mask on and with ear plugs in to muffle the noisy craziness and shut out the startling fireworks of the day. Tuning out and turning off helps me to gently fall asleep and wake up with a vitalized outlook.
Children take parts of our hearts to use and misuse as to their needs. But grandchildren are different. I am unfettered with my grandchildren! The constraints of responsibility and time inherent in the maternal relationship are no longer at issue.
When someone is trying to deceive you, lie to you, how does it work? Usually he/she takes a kernel of truth and elaborates on it to build the lie, to make the lie believable.
Somedays, you get an unexpected gift plopped right in your lap. That’s exactly what happened to me. The gift was an eight-month-old bundle of cuddles. I’ll call him Timmy. He’s one of the babies I keep in our church nursery. He had been running a slight fever, so the day care asked his mom to come and get him. That’s how I got my present for the afternoon.
This is my second blog about anxiety this month. Maybe September is making demands on us as we try and get back into the groove of school and work after vacations.
I found myself jumping to a worst-case scenario again this week and chased a runaway thought down that proverbial rabbit hole. I was concentrating on the feelings evoked by my errant conclusions framing my crazy “what-ifs.” Feelings come and go, yet when we’re tied up by them in the middle of an anxious roller coaster ride, they suck us up, distorting reality.