Entering the Next Chapter

╰☆╮ First let me apologize in advance... I have recently found some new emoticons that I can use on here to add a little umph to my posts. Since this is the first time finding them I might over use them a bit... I guess this is an apology and a warning. They are really cute. ╰☆╮ For those who know me, I have always struggled with organizing and cleaning. When I am faced with a mess I just stand staring at it feeling overwhelmed. I have a hard time doing anything because I can't figure out where to start. When I was a child I would be sent to my room to clean and several hours later I would get in trouble for having not finished anything. The other problem I have is focus. I can get really easily distracted sometimes. As I clean I end up looking at ever paper and getting sucked into a entirely different train of thought. I feel like the dogs on the movie "UP" who get side tracked every time they see a squirrel.  Recently, I began reading and doing the whole Flylady th

Dear Friday,    I am so glad you are here again. When I see you, I feel like I have seen an old friend. I can let my hair down and relax. I can breath again and just enjoy the day. At the same time I realize our time together will not last forever. I have missed you. Sadly next time we see each other will be the end of summer. Today is a big day for us.  Dear Elizabeth,   Happy Birthday baby girl. I love you so much. One year ago today we got to meet you face to face. I am so proud of how much you are learning and how obedient you are becoming. Your personality is shining through. You are loving and yet so independent. I know that you think that you are five years old just because you have an amazing seven year old sister. I hope we can have a great day today. I love you so so much.   Dear Abbie,     I love you. I am so proud of what a wonderful big sister you are and have become. You are the best helper in the entire world. You help me with so much  around the house. You ar

I don't think I have ever had writers block. I can usually come up with some sort of topic or idea to go off of. In marriage counseling one of our pastors gave us a writing exercise. When I heard his words I was immediately filled with joy. "Write a letter to God about your spouse. Your spouse will not read it. I will be the one reading both. Pour out your heart to God about the other person. God already knows all you are thinking and feeling so be honest." This sounded like a great exercise until he said, " I expect your letter to be more than ten pages." At that moment you could hear a pin drop, or more accurately both of our chins. Honestly, I don't think I have ten pages of stuff to write. Of course, I can rehash the past and things that have happened but even that wouldn't be honest, since I have already forgiven him for those things. When speaking to my hubby, we both freely admitted that ten pages seemed like a little much. I thought that even tw

On Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop, there are many writing prompts that are listed each day. One that really spoke to me was as follows:  Write a poem that about a time you felt betrayed. Merriam Webster Dictionary defines "betray" as  to lead astray;  especially  :  seduce  to deliver to an enemy by treachery  to fail or desert especially in time of need Although it may sound a little crazy I feel that I have betrayed myself for several years, through my lack of action towards improving my health and taking control of my weight issue. I lead myself astray by ignoring the issue and by providing junk food. I delivered myself into the devils arms through believing and repeating his lies and by giving into temptations. I also deserted the younger version of myself, when I began to use food as a way to comfort myself. There were plenty of times that I could have taken the time and effort to discover what part of me was hurt

When I walk into a room that is cluttered and messy, I feel defeated and overwhelmed. My head spins and I don't even know where to start. I have always been this way. When I was a child my parents would send me into my room to clean, I would stand there for hours and not get anything done. To me, cleaning is an endless cycle. By the time I do clothes, clean the kitchen, and start on another room; I have to start all over again. I never have time to just de-clutter things.  I recently realized that Abbie does the same thing. I get so frustrated at her when she doesn't keep anything organized, she takes forever to clean, and she gets distracted. How can I yell at her for begin like me? I decided to try this new way of organizing and cleaning.  Today I got an audio book by a lady called "Sink Reflections" from the website of  FlyLady . (Check out her site by clicking on the name.) It seemed like she was talking about me and my life. My embarrassment and anxiety about h