 There's been a lot going on round these parts. In losing one job, I seem to have gained five new ones. While none of them are going to buy me a spa weekend at La Costa, my soul is singing to me, "Yay, Andrea! You haven't given up doing what you love!" I love a lot of things, in truth. I love my husband! I love my children! I love to write! I love to eat! I love to drink coffee with friends in front of fires with my husband in the next room and my kids darting in and out while I eat and talk about writing! But notice all the exclamation marks! It's as if everything is equally important and a TOP PRIORITY! And if everything has the same amount of emphasis placed on it, then in reality, doesn't that mean that none of them are actually going to be given the proper attention they deserve? And if I run run run like a bull toward every! single! bullet point! then isn't it just a matter of time before I fall flat on my face defeated? Once again, it's time to refocus my energy. What matters? What doesn't? What can I live with? What can't I live without? At the top of my list is spending quality time with my babies. They are already 8 and 6. While the dishes will forever be there, their innocence won't. A few nights back a moth flew against our finger marked dining room window. It was fluttering its wings in futility against the glass - not unlike something I do when I'm flying toward that elusive prize of self-fulfillment by doing everything at once. My son hopped up on his chair, and then stepped on the table to get a better look. (Oh yeah, table manners are HUGE in my house.) "Mommy - I think it's my angel, Griffin! Do you think he's trying to tell me something?" "I think he's trying to tell you that he loves you, baby." "Look, though! He's falling!" Stink shrieked. "What's happening to him?" "He's just catching his breath before he flies even further into the sky," I told him. That seemed to satisfy Stink. He smiled and got down from the table, content to work on his frozen blueberries once again. Perhaps this week I could take a lesson from that moth. Hopefully I, too, will fly toward greater skies. What is the alternative? I have so much to be grateful for. Thank you, Pip and Stink, for reminding me to work on what really matters first. I also guest blog for Joe Beam about faith matters. CommentsDear West Coast Clone, 03/01/2011 14:03
Steph - you and I really have to meet some day. It will be on the top of my list when I sell a book and have some funds. steph 03/01/2011 18:34
Deal. I think that'd be awesome. By the way, to complete that metaphor, the columns support heavy weights, you know, and you wouldn't want any of them to fall down. Leave a Reply |  ArchivesApril 2009 Online DegreesSocial work is a profession for those with a strong desire to help improve people's lives. Earn your masters degree in social work. CategoriesAll 
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