Hello. This is the sharing post for Week One.
What does that mean?
That means if you choose to participate in this challenge (any time during the month of July) you can come back to this post and share what you did just for yourself.
Simply leave a comment and share.
That’s it.
Easy.
Although…sometimes choosing what that one thing you are going to do for yourself isn’t as easy as just leaving a comment about it.
I haven’t even narrowed down what that one thing is going to be for me!
I want it to be something that would be helpful and that I could do long term…like a habit. And even though I haven’t decided I will….soon…and I promise to share.
I’m looking forward to seeing what all of you do as well. What your ideas are….and trying them myself. So please comment and share!
I started this post with a sweet quote, that I love, for some inspiration. I’m going to end it with another quote. Not quite as sweet…but that I love as well.
Today let’s start tuning in and getting centered. Let’s sharpen our intuition and fall in love with the magnificent possibilities inside of us.
And we will become mighty.
The last quote really resonates with me. I’m a Nana to five beautiful grandblessing’s and I adore and love them with all my heart. I also make t-shirt quilts for customers and now face masks. It keeps me very busy. I’ve always been a caretaker since I was a teenager. I just stopped working in February. I and a friend opened a vintage store four years ago basically because I needed to sell my mom’s gorgeous antique furniture. It was open five days a week. I was there every day while also helping her with her estate sale business after the store hours. Plus making customers quilts. I’m tired. I’m mentally exhausted. Well my cousin lives on our family homestead and this week is time to go pick wild sand plums for jelly. Something four generations have done on this land. This is where my heart is and where I call home. But it’s also my grandsons birthday this week. And my daughter is hurt that I would choose to go there, instead of going to his party. And I hate to miss it. But there is a timeline to pick plums and my heart longs to go home after staying home the last four months. And so I’m going to do this for me. To just go home and get away from this world for a few days. To refresh and just feel love. I’m going to mend my soul and visit my mom and other relatives in our cemetery right down the road from the homestead. I’m going for me.
I’m going to stop feeling guilty for taking time off work, because I have cancer and I’m tired.
Thank you for this.
Cooking & eating food that I like. Since I enjoy a greater variety of food than my husband and children do, I nearly always make things everyone will eat, which means I only get my favorites at restaurants. My family members are all adults. There’s no reason at all that I can’t make food I like sometimes and let them fend for themselves. I’ve thought about it several times, but it always sounds so selfish. But really, they are capable and don’t need to be dependent on me.
I’m going to stop listening to the negative voice inside of me that gives me flop anxiety. So what if I’m not the best at anything? So what if I don’t make the prettiest most innovative quilts? So what if I fail sometimes? I don’t have to be perfect. I just have to be present and kind to myself
A few years ago my word for the year was happy. I remember that year, even though it was hard, was happy. So my plan is to put happy back into my life. By having happy decor up, happy projects that make me excited(quilt for the hubs) , and finding small moments to make big memories with my kids.
Thank you so much for putting this challenge out there. It is much needed and appreciated.
I am in the midst of giving myself a bit of a makeover, inside and out, as I recover from abdominal surgery. It started with allowing myself to be completely vulnerable for surgery and the week or so after, during which I read a ton and relied on my wonderful husband. Then came a short, sassy haircut, refocusing on moderate/healthy eating, engaging in my hobbies, shaking up my wardrobe, and gently exercising to the growing extent I’m able. I feel rejuvenated, invigorated, and utterly grateful for this spirit of transformation that’s moving over me.
I went night swimming with some friends. Left kids and hubby at home at got some time with other women to decompress.
I’m letting good be enough. It’s a lesson in forgiveness and letting go of perfectionism.
I’ve started sewing in the evenings when the kids are in bed. I’m usually tired by then and not feeling very creative but I’m finding that some of the fun ideas I’ve had in the day come out anyway once I make myself begin.