Memo #1

I miss writing. I used to write in journals, save notes on my computer, and write letters for the girls to discover when they’ve grown up. But I’ve stopped all of it. I don’t even write my husband notes anymore unless you count an annual anniversary card that says “You’re my favorite.” And today Blythe had to remind me to leave a great-job note in Crosley’s lunchpail because she had an awesome softball game last night. That’s how bad I’ve gotten. I threw some stickers in Blythe’s lunch too, but no stringing words of love together.

I’ve let myself get lazy, which I like to call busy, but really it’s just lazy. I let me fill my time with doom scrolling and tv, often at the same time. It makes me feel like a waste of a person. Dishes in the sink, piles of clothes folded in a corner of my room, and since I’m being honest with myself, a bunch of unfinished projects in all the other corners of the house too.

Honest question: how many times can you tell visitors “sorry about the mess, I’m in the middle of some projects!” when said projects haven’t moved in years?

Well not anymore! I’ve set limits on those evil apps, and I’m taking back control of my life!

I’m going to feel the grass between my toes. I’m going to talk with the people in the room. We’ll play board games, set the dinner table, family devotions. I’m going to read my Bible, walk the dog, tackle to-do lists. And of course: start writing again.

The best is yet to come!

The night is almost gone, and the day is near. Therefore let’s rid ourselves of the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light.

‭‭-Romans‬ ‭13‬:‭12‬