these are the best kind of blues.
the hues of my life right now.
a life lived “simply, bravely and joyously beneath the gaze of God and for HIM….”
there’s so much i want to write about. but that is the lot of a wanna-be writer. there is always something to write about. but the realities of motherhood don’t always allow for it.
the realities of : trying to re-write the rule. for this particular season of our life. utilizing an organized homekeeping notebook. forcing myself to weed out many nasty. bad. habits. especially going to bed and getting up earlier in order to make it to daily mass on time. something i’ve been feeling called to do. something i’ve always wanted to do and something i finally have the opportunity to do.
there is nothing this side of heaven quite like that time spent with Our Lord in the early morning.
and then i get back here.
to the never-ending crumbs. laundry. dishes. and schoolwork.
and then life seems a bit like a bad case of groundhog day.
“didn’t i just wash those?” i ask myself for the umpteenth time.
and then there is the soreness and tiredness from exercising.
when does that stop?
maybe it doesn’t.
maybe i’m just getting old.
it really is true that the more things change. the more they stay the same.
at least in my little. blue. corner of the world.