Home sweet home!
It’s been two years.
Two whole years ago, I went into labor in the middle of the night, two weeks before my scheduled date.
Two whole years ago, I went into a hospital and brought a little boy into the world in a more traumatic way than I’d hoped.
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We moved into our house one year ago. It has taken me exactly one year to finally share photos of this house. I’m always slow to post, but a full year?! I just posted last year’s Santa pics too, so maybe massive delays are just my thing.
Here’s a little background on this house and how it came to be.
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Your mess is your message.
I heard this on a podcast and quickly wrote it in the notes on my phone. I’ve often felt like I’m unqualified to lead this tribe of inspired folks because I don’t have enough of life figured out.
My coach told me a story of a girl traveling with her mentor to lead a seminar. On the plane, the mentor is reading the book that they’re headed to speak on. She asked him how many times he’d read the book and he said this was his first time. Shocked, she asked how they’d be able to present on it if he hadn’t even read the full book yet. He said, “You only have to be one chapter ahead.”
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March 23, 2020 — I got married. On a Monday. In the middle of a worldwide pandemic. Without actually being engaged first.
On a Monday afternoon, Zach and I got married by our pond with just the kids, a photographer, and an officiant. Only a handful of people actually knew it was happening beforehand.
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I’m known for overthinking things and obsessing over making the right decision when there’s a choice to be made. That’s why I snatched up Anne Bogel’s new book Don’t Overthink It as soon as I saw it. If I learn just one thing to help ease my decision-making process, it would be worth it.
Here’s what I’m learning though. No matter how much we obsess, there is no “right decision” in most cases. Sure, there are a few things that are more black and white than others. Most of the decisions we face, though, aren’t that way. We put ourselves through so much turmoil to choose correctly and there simply isn’t a right or wrong choice.
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This post is for all of you who want a nice, pretty home but you feel like you can never get there and the idea consumes you. It’s for those of you who buy too many figurines and throw pillows from the Target sale aisle and then cuss them when you get home because your house still isn’t quite right.
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I made a list. It was a list of things that I’d like to get done at #magnoliaridgeLA. Even when I made the list, I knew all of the things wouldn’t get done. Nonetheless, I dedicated a special page in my “life book” — my notebook that keeps things rolling in my world — to a list full of things to get done in one week.
I am a list maker. I can’t operate without lists. I make lists for work, grocery lists, lists for things to do at home. I even make lists on my days off of things I’d like to do for fun. I add things like “pick blackberries” and “wash towels” to lists. I don’t know if I could operate effectively without them.
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I sit next to my laptop on my lunch break as I’m working from home. I’ve decided to use this break to work through some Hope*Writers teachings, as I’m longing to bring back my pre-Corona writing habits. I’ll use this little window of opportunity intentionally instead of scrolling instagram. I am so mature.
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It’s been one year since I moved from #wfwhitehouse and into this new place. Zach and I had a conversation recently where we both admitted to missing that big, old house. We had such dreams for that place. It’s taken this full year to really process the events of that time and some days, I still can’t believe it all.
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I stare out that big picture window that I’ve been looking out every morning for almost a year. It takes up over half of the living room wall and extends basically from the floor to the ceiling. Big windows are one of the things that speak to my soul. I’m the kind of person who can’t be home without the blinds and shades open. I must allow the outside in.
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