Last year, for the first time, I participated in the One Little Word Project. I’m not a huge fan of resolutions, but this seemed doable. Basically, you choose one word to focus and guide you throughout the year. Ideally, you listen to yourself and the world around you and let your word find you. My word last year was balance.
I worked toward finding a better work-family balance and I focused on balancing my needs with those of everyone else in my family. I needed to stop putting myself dead last.
In July, I took a voluntary lay-off from my teaching position. I start a new, part-time job next week that seems like a great fit for my skills and for our family’s schedule needs. I’m excited about the position and about this new, healthier balance.
I made a committment last January to go to scrapbooking once a month with two co-workers–something just for myself. I am proud to say that I went every single month of the year. Once, I even had to go alone. That’s not my thing, but I did it. And I enjoyed myself, too. I didn’t set any specific goals about how many pages I would get done because I didn’t want the pressure (and I know I am painfully slow in my creative process!). Out of curiosity, I counted last night: Twenty-eight 12×12 pages. One 8×8 A-Z Vacation book (27 pages). Six pages of a 12-month baby album for a soon-to-be new mom (my co-scrapbooker/friend and I alternated creating pages–I didn’t just give K a half-finished book! :)).
But most importantly, I found balance.
These are some of my favorite pages from the year:
My favorite is still this one, though. I just love everything about it. 🙂
Wow. It’s been a busy week. Despite the objections flying through my head, it’s time to drag out the bullets.
- Amelia needed a bandaid for the first time ever this week. Notice, I didn’t say she got her first bandaid this week. She is an imitator of the big kids, after all! She’d fallen outside last weekend and had gotten a little scrape (that never bled). At the library on Monday, she fell and the scab pulled off. I picked her up to find blood oozing from her knee. Once she noticed it, she was quite curious. She kept pointing and asking, “Juice, Momma? Juice?”
- We put an offer in on a house. It’s larger and newer and more open than what we own now. And it’s close to school for the kids and work for Dawn. The owner is a 75 year old lady (original owner) who doesn’t really get that the housing market stinks right now. It’s been on the market for seven months. Our offer wasn’t fantastic, but it wasn’t horrible either. She flat out refused it.
- We’ve also been discussing the idea of moving out of state. It’s a tough choice to make. We love our family of friends here and we love the kids school, but we really don’t care for the city/area we live in. We know exactly where we’d want to go and I know we’d be happy there. But how in the hell do you coordinate selling a house here, buying one there, changing jobs, schools, and on and on? It’s intimidating and overwhelming.
- My mother is driving me crazy. Enough said.
- Olivia, Owen, and I have been working on a scrapbook/dinner prayer book project. We are having SO MUCH FUN working together. The project is turning out beyond cute. Pictures to come when it’s finished.
- We leave for Disney (!!!!) next week. Olivia is tall enough (just barely) to ride most of the roller coasters and “big” rides. Owen is tall enough (just barely) to ride quite a few “bigger” rides, too. We have a date with Pooh and gang for lunch. Excitement abounds around here.
- We leave for Disney (!!!!) next week. So much packing and laundry to do. Frenzy abounds around here.
I hope you’ve all been having a great week too! 🙂
Oooohhhh, I am so excited!
Tonight I get to get out of the house…alone…to do one of my favorite things. Tonight I get to scrapbook!
My New Year’s resolution this past January was to attend a crop at the local scrapbook store once a month since I never seem to find the time to scrapbook at home. I’m really proud of myself for sticking with this resolution. I haven’t missed a month yet.
I usually attend with a couple of friends from work, but there have been a couple of times that no one was able to attend with me. That’s not my cup of tea–being in a crowd alone. Even though it’s the sort of thing that is really hard for me, I went. Alone. And had a grand time. Tonight, though, I get to catch up with a friend to hear all about her recent trip to Australia. And see her gorgeous photos. And imagine my own dream vacation.
Scrapbooking is my therapy. My first bachelor’s degree is in art therapy, so I have a long history of understanding that I NEED to create to figure out my inner workings and to sort out the constant flow of jumbled thoughts that run through my brain. Scrapbooking has become that art.
My process is slow and tedious. I think and plan and arrange and rearrange. I ponder what will be just the right color combination or just the right embellishment. It used to drive me crazy that I was so blasted slow. In several hours, I’d see my friends get many, many pages done and I’d be lucky–very lucky– to finish three. My process would be interrupted by thoughts about never getting caught up with all the photos I want to make pages for.
I worked really, REALLY hard at letting that go. I’ve come to a place where I understand that it is what it is. My creative process won’t change because it is exactly how my brain needs it to be. You know, to get that other therapeutic work done, too. I’ve learned to be
happy content with the fact that my kids will have some scrapbook pages to take when I’m dead and gone and a lot of pictures to print and put into photo albums :).
My current favorite is this one that I made in May:
Time shall tell whether I arrive home at midnight tonight with a new favorite or not. It’s hard to say. I’m taking some great pictures with me, but this page is looking pretty hard to beat! It’s that picture and the quote. They melt me every time!