I am getting ready to watch my daughter play a big softball tournament, then another and another. I have signed the kids up for lots of things and am spending lots of time organizing my lots of things. I got a pool boy...well, actually, we don't have a pool. So he's a bookshelf boy, a closet boy, a garage boy... He is someone kind hearted, patient and young enough to do heavy lifting and objective enough to be able to handle all my collections of crap without getting messy with sentiment or resentment. (New word for both family of origin triggers: "resentiment")
I have also given up sugar again. Last time I made it 15 weeks. Then I ate only sugar for a month. It feels so good not to be eating it again, in fact, it feels more normal to avoid it.
I am being deliberate about being brave. As I tweeted, "Been in the habit of safety. Funny - same word as a Nun's dress. It doesn't fit anymore! I'm busting out! Breaking the habit!"
I am allowing myself to only say/do/believe/eat things that make my heart feel open and my creativity unblocked. After years of trying to be better and do better - it is as simple as that. If it closes me, it's not right. If it's not fun, don't do it for free. If it isn't out of love, cut it out.
You would think that would lead to all kinds of lazy crazy debauchery and a sink full of dirty dishes. But so far, this strategy is more than working for me. And, to be honest, the sink full of dirty dishes always manages to get done eventually. But I will blogbrag about my husband some other time... Maybe we need to find a kitchen boy.
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