I took this in the 5 o’clock hour this morning. I don’t love waking up, but I do love this view <3.
Without boring you with the details why we’re homeless, we’re homeless, but not without a place to stay. We (myself, husband, three children, pit bull, two cats, a beta fish, and a load of material possessions–seriously, why do we have all of this crap–) have ended up on the Mississippi at my in-laws. And while I do desire to be in my own place, I can’t say I hate it here. It’s the Mississippi River. I wake up to this view. For the month or so that we are here I’m going to dig up all of the Mississppi River songs I can…starting with a favorite:
It has been a while. A long while. But I have come back around again. Here are a few of the things I’ve been up to while out of sight…
A hat. Polar bear variety.
One of five flamingo costumes.
A painting of my little brother.
And another necklace.
A baby blanket for a brand new baby.
Check out some of the process of painting with kids. Lots of fun, a good amount of stress, and paint everywhere. A good lesson in letting go. I highly recommend it.
Waking up in a funk. Not feeling your best. Wrong side of the bed. These are things that happen to us.
I probably use one or two band-aids a week. Pretty band-aid + Neosporin = quick way to feel better.
I was thinking the other day that the simple act of picking out a band-aid, pulling it out of it’s sleeve, slapping it on—almost a ceremony—leaves me feeling better. And there’s a knowing. I know if I have a cut on my finger that as soon as I put a band-aid on I will feel better. And sometimes I’ll go all day without one, but I’ll look at the little cut when it catches my attention, and wonder why I haven’t gone and put on a band-aid.
I have jealousy on my mind. What is it? Why do we feel it? What’s the message?
Jealousy, by definition, is the fear that someone else will take what you perceive to be yours—you feel jealous when an attractive (better), powerful (better), amazing (better) person is talking to your significant other.
I know the feeling. It sucks. It’s fear and anxiety. Anger, to try to fend off the fear and anxiety. There is certainly a feeling of crazy. Pain, hurt, doom, those come to mind as well. And physically I feel jealousy right in the pit of my stomach. Where it likes to punch me until I feel like even more of an idiot.