Hubs and I went to a new trivia spot this week, where there hostess announced she had dubbed this week National Positivity Week. If ever there were a sign I need to get off my butt and get back here, that was it.
Hello from the beach!! The house is built, our furniture is in the same state and house, we’re finally settling in to some semblance of a routine, and I have no more excuses for not paying any attention to my creative endeavors.
The only thing I’ve crocheted has been chair socks to guard this floor I’m suddenly very protective over and the only thing I’ve painted has been something colorful for the mantle. Every time I stop to take time for myself, I can see a thousand things I still need to do to get our new life unpacked and organized. I’ve been so focused that I’ve started to feel guilty when I take time to enjoy myself.
It’s one thing to recognize and appreciate your blessings, it’s quite another to use them as an excuse to beat yourself up.
I’ve been allowing this anxiety over being worthy come between me and enjoying this life we’re beginning down here… kinda defeats the purpose don’t you think? That said, I’ve stumbled on my first positive affirmation!
I am worthy of my blessings and enjoyment is gratitude enough.
A bit lengthy, but both parts are equally as important I think. While I’m reminding myself that I deserve my happiness, I’ll be cultivating more by getting back into my blog routine, crocheting fun things, practicing yoga, riding my bike, cooking, painting… you get the idea.
Blessings to be grateful for:
- I can ride my bike to the market
- My dog has a fenced backyard
- Hubs is just downstairs when he goes to work
- We have amazing neighbors
- You’re still here even though I disappeared for a month!! (that’s a major blessing)
It’s good to be home, y’all.
I can’t believe Monday and Tuesday have both come and gone already! We’re nearing moving day and it seems like every day as I’m checking things off of the to do list, more pop up or hours disappear on tasks that I thought would only take minutes.
5 more days…
I’m still making time for some crocheting even if I haven’t posted in a couple of days. It’s been cold and dreary, so in order to cheer myself up I’m making a variety of spring things for my new stitch markers! I’m tired of the grey, so I’m going to focus on these cute, bright reminders that warmth is on the way. They’re a nice small project I can sit and complete while I’m getting things done around the house. I’m averaging one a day, so I only have two so far. I really dig them! Hopefully as my pace picks up and more items drop off the move list, I’ll be able to complete a couple a day.
I’ve made a few stitch markers in the past, but I haven’t been entirely satisfied with them and it’s usually because of whatever it was I made to hang. I do love the lobster claws as opposed to the open hooks though. They attach easily with one hand, don’t fall off, don’t get caught on my yarn while I’m working… really efficient. I’ll keep y’all posted as I make more. I’d like to complete a set of 10. I think that’s a manageable goal for me right now.
I also think that’s where my focus is this week. Making manageable goals to not let my creative habits slide to make room for my obligations.
I’m determined to be productive and celebrate my creativity!
I can totally get all of the things done… you just wait.
After finishing up this lovely little sunflower to celebrate how gorgeous it’s turning outside…
I read this article with my morning tea. Even though I’m not a parent and I found myself reading it from a personal perspective, it still hit home.
I was very much a tomboy as a child… well in all honesty, until my wedding… at 30. I mean sure in my 20’s I finally started wearing makeup when I went out, carried a purse, and had multiple pairs of shoes, but I didn’t really embrace dresses and enjoy being feminine until it was so celebrated during the process of wedding planning and the day of my wedding made that it was made fun (read: acceptable) for me.
At first it was embarrassing. Being fussed over, tugged, pulled, trimmed, painted, draped, all of it made me intensely uncomfortable. Those things were supposed to be superficial and silly and therefore NOT what I do. The desire to not be the stereotypical girl even made me question my life choices, “Do I really want to leave architecture where I’m working as the only female project head to go…. cook?” “Can I still feel strong and capable if I can’t pull my equal weight financially in my relationship?” “Am I still a partner if I’m at home and he’s at work even if it is temporary?”
When did it become a negative way to view yourself? When did I become so ruled by the exact limitations that I was fighting so hard against? It’s ironic really. I’m fighting so hard to not be in the societal box that I’ve put myself in another box with a whole different set of rules and regulations. Now I’m not saying that we shouldn’t still push the boundaries of stereotype and I don’t think the author of the article is either. I think the point is that we can feel strong and empowered and still wear pink lipstick if we want to. Like the #LikeAGirl campaign is seeking to change the stigma that to do something “like a girl” means to do so inferiorly and be somehow less, I want to reshape my perspective on myself. I can be a girl and still defy the stereotypes that seek to confine all of us.
Just because I want to put on a dress, I like to crochet flowers, and my full time job is my home for the time being that doesn’t mean I can’t still have my “screw you” attitude! It’s not about gender. It’s about being true to yourself regardless of what others think. If I find myself being guided in spite of what others think, I am equally as ruled by it. So there’s the motivation this week.
Especially if that means you get up everyday and do what you love the best you can.
So go own it. Be you. You’re the only one who can and that is powerful.