This has been a whirlwind week, with cleaning and purging and donating and updating and just plain throwing out, I get totally sidetracked and forget about other projects that I care about and have time invested in, like this writing.
But these distractions in life are temporary and life returns to its new normal, whatever that is at the moment.
I’ll tell you what, all this cleaning and purging and donating has been so awesome for me. I’ve learned what I need and what I don’t, what I can live with and without, how to do with less, and how to say goodbye to those things that no longer serve me, even if there is a sentimental attachment.
There are many, many things I will miss about Orlando; seeing a momma swan and her ducklings every spring will be one of them, and there really is so much more to Orlando than the theme parks.
It’s been a wild ride, and an interesting one, and one I will never forget.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end.
For most of us humans, acceptance, of anything, is so very hard to do. Whether it’s your current job, living situation, romantic life, physical attributes, or traffic issues, we just don’t want to accept things as they are. We are stubborn and fight and resist and pout and just want it to be the way it’s “supposed” to be.
But what we resist, persists.
So I’ve taken a cue from my dogs and have just stopped resisting. Animals are so adaptive, they figure it out quickly and just go with whatever is happening at the moment.
Anna (right) has been without her front right leg for almost 4 years now. The very next day after surgery she was in the backyard playing with Lola. Yes, really. She accepted what the world handed her and added something powerful to it.
So next time instead of resisting, try accepting then adding just one thing, however tiny it may be, and sit back and wait and see what happens. You may be pleasantly surprised.
Thinking about all these beautiful things today and how lucky I am to have them in my life.
All is well here, keeping very busy, and some personal life changes happening. It’s all good stuff though.
I hope you are well.
I know I say that like it’s a no-brainer “no kidding it’s new day” but it means so much more than that to me right now.
It means it’s a new day to start over. A new day to try again and get it right…
And I’m not just talking about my sewing or knitting projects that I mucked up…
A new day for new challenges to be overcome and confidence to be built. A new day to stand tall and proud and remember to have faith.
I say this because I am about to embark on another huge life adventure.
I have lived in Florida for nearly 30 years, 30 years! (Can you believe that?) Which also means it has been 30 years on my own far away from my family in Ohio.
And I miss them.
More and more I miss them. As I get older I miss them more. Sure, as a young person I missed them, my heart ached for them I was lonely, but I was busy being young! Traveling and partying and dancing and clubbing and being independent and buying my own home and living my life.
Which is what we expect most young people to do, right?
So I did. And it’s done. And as independent as I am, I can’t do it all. Nor do I want to anymore.
So I have decided to move back to Ohio this year. Yes, finally I have made up my mind and made a decision to leave. On the one hand I am terrified – there is comfort in the familiar, even if it’s not good – on the other hand I am excited – a new life a new start a new day with new possibilities.
And in the spirit of making life less sucky, what goals have you set for this year?
What has inspired you? What do you really really want to do? Or want to finish?
Have you thought of trying something new? Relearning something old?
Me, I’ve decided to purge and organize my crafty room. With too many things lying around I get overwhelmed by where to start and what to do, so whatever I’m not workingon right now, gets shelved in the closet until I’m ready to work on it.
Now, needless to say, like most crafty people, I’m usually working on 2 or 3 projects at one time, so that will be my limit. Not 7 or 8 like it has been in the past.
The two nicest rooms in my house are the guest room and my 2nd bath. You know why? Because they are uncluttered.
No extra extraneous things to distract my mind, just clean rooms with only the necessary objects for a simple, minimalist way to live. This has actually proved to be quite calming for me, so therefore, I’m now working to get the rest of my house the same.
Please understand, I’m not a hoarder at all, but once I started cleaning, I found myself saying more than once “oh yeah, I remember this”, and then just as quickly putting it in the goodwill box. Even though it may have been difficult to let go of this thing, I had no idea when I was going to use it (again?) and holding on to it was holding me back.
So now I’m tackling my crafty room. As a crafty person, I’ve got lots of ideas and projects and drawings and patterns and metal and beads and material that “I swear some day I’m going to use”, but it just sits there staring at me wondering when I’m going to use it.
And my procrastination has gotten worse as I have accumulated more things with the good intention of doing something with them. It wasn’t always that way. I had one project and I finished it. Then something else caught my eye, and I set it over here “just for now” until I finished this other thing…and it snow balled from there.
I felt more productive only having one thing to do. I could focus on that one thing, finish it, and have a feeling of accomplishment. Now I look at my pile of stuff and walk right by.
I used to think that it was the room – that there wasn’t the right wall color or curtain pattern. Then I thought it was the room location in the house – like it was so far removed from the other rooms in my house that I felt detached (which is ridiculous because I have a one floor house of only 1100sf)
I was working around the house yesterday, making some much needed minor repairs, when I heard a very sudden bang! And crash! Like something glass had just broken.
I dash into the next room (on the other side of the wall where I was working), and sure enough, my glass piggy bank I had as a child – which are no longer made in glass – was in a million pieces on the floor. Next to it was the ceramic frame I bought in Copenhagen which housed an old photo of me, my dad, my brother and sister when we were very very young. It was lying face up, unharmed, on a rug.
So my piggy bank was in pieces – on the same rug – but the frame was intact. And they both fell from the same height on the same shelf.
I tried really hard to keep it together. I told myself that nothing was forever and I couldn’t take the piggy bank with me and I need to practice detachment yada yada blah blah blah…
I was good until I started vacuuming. I kept the dogs out of the room for fear of getting glass shards in their feet and started to pick up the pieces. I was fine with the pieces and then I looked at the frame. Perfectly preserved, not a scratch or nick, with my siblings and my dad’s face staring right at me.
Like the piggy bank, I crashed and fell apart. I grabbed the frame with my hand, clutched it to my chest and fell on the bed in tears.
I used to enjoy working on household projects with my dad. He was so patient and knowledgeable, a real handy man. He liked to help me fix things, and when I did it myself, and did it right, he would say “that’s right daughter”. I can still hear his voice in my head when I work alone now saying “use the right tool for the right job”, “get closer to your work”, “put the tools down in one place so you can find them again”. He got to help me with a few things around this house before he died. I’m glad for that.
It’s been almost 20 years I’ve been in this house, and almost 30 that I have lived here in Florida. I guess what I was feeling – and have been for awhile now – is how much I miss him, and miss the rest of my family that live so far away.
I’ve been cleaning and purging and making small repairs as a way to prepare to move, kind of a step out in faith, since I honestly have no set date to move. I just have a feeling, you know? Like intuition is telling me, and now the universe is, with this picture frame. Time to let go of the past, and go to where your heart is calling. And dad will still be there to help me.
Yep! It’s here! Mix and mingle with one of the fabulous sponsors for the Trash2trends show: ATRS Recycling
They will be hosting the meet and mingle, and very generously offering some of their items to the designers to use in their creations. Last year’s meet and mingle was a huge success and this year will be no exception. Some of last years design winners will be on hand to showcase their items, and the City of Orlando, Keep Orlando Beautiful (who puts on the event) will be on hand as well.
I’ll keep you posted with photos, follow along on Instagram for up to the minute info.
My micromovement for this week was cleaning off my crafty table so I could 1) see the table underneath all the crap that was covering it, 2) have a clutter free work environment so I could focus, 3) get busy with the pattern for my Trash2Trends project. Less than a month now so I really need to get cracking.
All this cleaning and clearing has given me a renewed sense of accomplishment and purpose and a drive to keep going. Not to wallow in despair or defeat, or to be depressed by events, but to look at it as just a change. Life changes all the time, the only constant is change, and the biggest difficulty is in accepting that change.
So I am (learning to) accept this change and to keep going. I am reminded of this quote:
So very true.
I love the type font, it reminds me of my old typewriter.