Today, I'm having one of these days:
Coming back from vacation (hoping to do a post on that soon) is always hard for me. The hours of relaxation always inspire me to come back and take my game to the next level. I used to spend our car rides making lists of all the amazing things I would accomplish once I got home, refreshed and renewed. I learned years ago that I was never able to follow through so I've quit making lists, but I still can't get away from the idea that once I get home things will be better. More productive. I will finish ALL the projects. You know how it is.
Then, reality sets in.
I need a vacation from the vacation. Things get off to a slow start, but my mind is still dreaming of that new level I'm going to achieve.
For fun, let's take a look at how this plays out in my head, shall we?
I imagine our garden will look like this:
Reality:
I'll finally hang some artwork:
Reality:
I'll finish repainting Kip's dresser:
Reality:
I will follow through on my commitment to keeping my laundry room neat:
Reality:
The front porch will be an oasis:
Reality:
Everything from the suitcases will magically get put away in beautiful, organized bins:
Reality:
We'll finish the home office we've been working on:
Reality:
My children will be beautiful angels who cherish one another at all times:
Reality:
This one teases...
until this one cries.
But then....
Sometimes I find beauty where I did not plan for it or work to make it grow. Pure grace. Not through any effort of mine. Free gifts, if I will take the time to look for them and enjoy them.
Reality:
