my quiet time
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It starts with hot orange tea in my favorite hand-made mug.
Then I consult my trusted journal that is really just a scribbling of random thoughts. Mostly chaotic.
I supplement with wise words.
I also rely on the stack of books that I am currently devouring/studying/ learning from.
My favorite corner of the living room.
{not pictured: hushful atmosphere sired by two sleeping children}
This is what my quiet time looks like.
How about yours?
new year
“2011: another 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, 8,760 hours, 52,600 minutes 3,153,600 seconds of struggle, growth, progress & experience.”
updates
Already sick of snow. Looking forward to sugar-coated fruit in the summertime.
Super intrigued about this. I think it might be the solution to this.
Finishing up reading this. More breakthroughs to come.
Excited to make this for our cookie exchange at work.
Also excited about seeing this lady perform this weekend!
After 3 months of studying, I passed this big exam! So now I am very well qualified to care for you. But you already knew that.
1:30am
It’s 1:30am.
I’m actually not at work. I’m at home. But I did work last night, and having slept all day today, now I’m not tired. This happens often. Usually I will read in bed until I fall asleep.
Tonight, I acting very out of character. While Joe snores next to me, I get out of bed, and come downstairs and make a sandwich. (Only peanut butter on toast b/c there is not a lick of jelly in the entire pantry. Not surprising b/c I usually do not have the foresight to stock up on necessities, like toilet paper, until we are completely out, and have to make an emergency run to Walgreens).
It’s weird for me to be downstairs alone while everyone else is sleeping. Joe and I have un-spoken rule of always going to bed together, except of course when I’m working. (This rule falls under the same category of always sitting on the same side of a booth at a restaurant.)
So (if you’re still reading, b/c I know that was a really long and boring preface) since I am bored, I decide to catch up on 5 or 6 various blogs that I attempt to follow. They are written mostly by moms, who are crafty, witty and also (is this related?) do not work full-time. Topics include how to frost a handmade Halloween cookie, and rehab-ing an old closet into a spacious nursery for your newborn.
This leaves me feeling very non-productive and honestly, inept. Not just as a mom, but in a bigger way.
I am feeling restless again.
I have nothing to complain about. The house, the job, the family, the Saviour. It’s all here. But I feel like I’m missing something still.
Does anyone else feel this way? Am I reaching you?
other people
I care too much about what other people think about me.
I think it’s because I had Alexander so young. I feel like I have something to prove. Like I have to show the world that I’m different (a/k/a/ ‘better’) than all the other girls who get pregnant without a husband.
So, I attempt to please and impress complete strangers, so that they won’t judge me when they see my young face next to Alexander’s increasingly mature face.
Isn’t this completely neurotic?
“The fear of human opinion disables; trusting in God protects you from that.” Proverbs 29:25, The Message
