Lately I feel like the world is throwing a very specific reminder at me from all directions. From Julia Marcum’s ‘Don’t wait’ to Shavonda’s advice that curating your home is a marathon, not a sprint to Whitney McGregor’s interview with Anne Smith on the But Not All at Once podcast, the universe really wants me to remember that I need to love my house as it is and create a sacred, loving place for me and for my family. There’s a children’s hymn, Home Can Be a Heaven on Earth (which I freely admit has never been my favorite), that reminds you in a sickly sweet way that your home should be as close to a sacred space as you can create. Who doesn’t love the feeling of walking into your home, dropping your bags, and just feeling that bone-deep release? You are home. You are loved here. You are in a safe place.
I hope that all of you have somewhere that you can embrace that feeling. We will be doing our best this holiday season to embrace the space that we are in, in its current state ,and enjoy it as fully as possible.
It’s not official until it’s on the internet right? Well, here’s our announcement: we bought a house! Unless you have directly seen us, we’ve been keeping it a bit quiet. It felt like a jinx to announce before the actual move (we’re very optimistic people, we promise). We’ve officially been in the house for about two weeks now and I can say it’s exciting and chaotic. It seems like this entire month has been utter madness and it has been non-stop, but with the help of some fabulous friends and family, we are finally getting settled in.
I can’t wait to really dig into making this house ours and turning a house into a home.
The past few days of pretty weather have made me obsess over spring. It is the season on new possibilities, the season of flowers, and the season of allergies. Two of those are exciting. One is a necessary evil. And please don’t be that person and crush my dreams, don’t point out that I live in South Carolina, and there’s still at least one cold snap coming. I realize this; I enjoy my denial.
How do you make it through that last stretch between winter and spring? I’m over here trying to convince myself to come out of hibernation and get back to exercising and get over missing the festivity of Christmas decor.
What are your default ways to celebrate the new season? Music? Flowers? Spring Cleaning? We need some inspiration over here!
It’s the final countdownnnnnnn (and if you didn’t start singing in your head, I’m disappointed in you). Does anyone else feel like 2017 has mastered how to be ridiculously slow one second and moving at the speed of light the next? It’s hard to believe it’s almost a whole new year. We have been flying by the seat of our pants over here, but it’s been a good year- a year of growth.
Normally, this is the time to make resolutions for how you’re going to improve yourself in the coming New Year. As if in a day’s time, you’ll suddenly enjoy eating all those healthy foods, getting up early to exercise, or whatever it is you promise the world. I don’t know about you, but I do not change that quickly. I have to over-think everything, discuss it with my group, and then quietly drag myself into accepting things. I am a quiet and thoughtful decision maker. Who will then rethink her decision 3 or 4 times.
To that thought… today I’m resolving not to make a resolution. Not to make sky-high promises to myself that I will then berate myself for breaking. I want to improve, don’t get me wrong. I have scads of goals and plans for the coming year, but I want to embrace the things life has coming for me. I want to be able to sit in the quiet and know that my life, my family’s life, is moving in the direction it should be.
So on January 1, 2018, don’t look for me in the gym at the crack of dawn. I’ll still be in my bed. I’ll improve myself, I swear. Just not at 6am. Y’all have fun with that.
2018… we’re ready for you!