I’m really bad about taking the time to blog about personal things. I mean, blogging is supposed to be a way to share your thoughts, and hopefully let people get to know you better. I usually get so wrapped up in trying to get everyone’s sessions or weddings posted, that I neglect to post other things. I want to be a better blogger this year, and today just seemed like the right day to chat about life instead of photos. Here goes….
I admit that I am, by nature, an impatient person. My husband says I’m like my mom. She doesn’t like to sit still. She walks about 20 paces ahead of you in the grocery store or mall or wherever you are. I can’t walk as fast as she can (stupid short legs) but I do tend to be in a hurry. Maybe that’s why I’m only allowed to use the roller when we paint around the house. Doing the trim work takes too much time and patience. I digress. I find it challenging to “live in the moment”. I know we’re supposed to be all Robin-Williams-carpe-diem, but that’s not really my style. I’m a planner. I look ahead. Sometimes so much that I can’t enjoy today. I stress about the state of our public middle schools when my child won’t even make his debut into this world for another 3.5 months. That’s me.
I have to tell myself to be content where I am. I got a much needed reminder of that this week when I read one of my friend’s blog posts about turning 26. (Thanks, Audrey! I love being inspired & challenged by others) So that’s where I am. Once again telling myself that it’s okay to plan, but it’s also okay to be happy with my current status. I’m trying to tell myself to enjoy those little kicks poking at my belly all day even though I absolutely cannot wait to hold my baby in my arms. It’s okay to dream about where I want my business to be in 5 years, but I can be proud of what I’ve accomplished in two years. It’s okay that things don’t always turn out the way I planned them. I mess up all the time. I find myself whining about how I want things to be in the future, but it’s alright. I’ll forgive myself and tell myself for the 1,000th time to choose to be content. I don’t want to always be looking for the next thing in life. It’s my goal to be content, but not stagnant.
And speaking of looking ahead, this room will be a nursery soon. We removed the guest bed and gave it away. I told Mike that this room can no longer house his FIVE guitars. This was our “before” picture. We’ve since painted the walls and assembled the crib. (Twice, but that’s a story for another day.) Hopefully there will be an “after” picture in the next 8 weeks. That’s my goal. I am, after all, a planner.