The kitchen is a mess. There is an open, half-painted parasol drying on the couch. Oh, and the paints used on that oh-so-pretty parasol are still scattered across the coffee table.
Not a pillow is in place, not a side table tidy. I still have to pack the family up for our early morning Cocoa Beach jaunt. My husband is sprawled on the bean bag watching the olympics. It’s Friday night and though the girls are probably still whispering, at least they’re in bed. And I’m happy. Screw the house, we live here. I’m sublimely happy with my peanut butter rice cake and cup of tea (echinacea, in my favorite 20,000 Leagues teacup). Doesn’t take much to make me happy when I focus on the important things.
I’ve been making an effort to really notice the little moments during the day that fulfill me and to ignore the ones that frustrate me. It’s a good way to start the weekend.
This little action could change everything
Christi,
I have someone in my life that seems to love to be critical about little things all the time. It just drives a wedge in the relationship and almost always puts a cloud over whatever is going on a the moment. I hate it. I need to make sure I do not do the same.
Hey Mark,
I don’t know where you stand on God and prayer, but I read a blog today that I can’t get out of my mind because of the revolutionary thinking it began in me. You may be interested it; it’s not a run of the mill prayer post :) Thanks for the comment friend!
Hi Christi,
Send me the link on that prayer blog.
thanks
Blonde moment :) it’s http://allume.com/2012/08/bless-her-heart/
That was excellent. I will try to put that into practice.