I’m starting a new habit. Well, it’s not a habit yet – I’m still waiting for it to hatch. It’s more of an initiative to establish a habit. Anytime I feel the urge to complain/quit/hastily decide/take pride, I’ll pray about it, then write about it – in pen. Journal. And that goes for blogging, too. After all, this blog really started in the 90's with a Lisa Frank journal & gel pens.
When life is feeling crummy (e.g. Charlie chews through the locks, zip ties, and carabiners to escape his crate), or when life is peachy, what do I do first? I text Kyle. I call my mom & sister. I Instagram it, doggone it!
All the while, I know what I should do. Praise the Lord for peachy times, pray about the terrible times (because the Lord cares about Houdini dogs, I'm sure of it), and allow myself to process. Why am I sharing this? Mostly because I need accountability. And maybe you need to hear it, too.
My theory is this: If I take more time to process thoughts and feelings, really listen to the Lord, and spend less time comparing my inch to other people's miles, I’ll release myself from the 2014 more, better, faster mentality.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
Kyle’s birthday was on Sunday, so we made a weekend of it. On Friday night, I finally capitulated, giving Kyle my blessing to go to Best Buy and pick up an XBOX. Since Kyle sold his previous system to help buy my engagement ring, it seemed appropriate.
Growing up, the closest I came to video games was The Oregon Trail. I never had a gaming system. Not even a Giga Pet, guys. In fact, Mallory & I put beads inside little ring boxes, pretending they were Giga Pets. Ingenious little nerds we were. And while I was incredibly jealous of my classmates who had those daffy little digital pets, I can appreciate my parents’ sensibility. What fun it must have been for them to watch my sister and me rattle around our little ring boxes, trying to be like the cool kids.
Anyway, back to the birthday boy. We spent the weekend doing whatever Kyle wanted: watching college football, playing Madden, watching NFL Football, keeping tabs on Fantasy Football, and eating non-organic foods.
And for Charlie's sake, we snuck in a family walk.
After-church Starbucks was a must.
Happy birthday to my love, Tyler! Errrr.... Kyle.
The employees at Starbucks on Mass Ave. are truly convinced his name is Tyler. Despite extra enunciation, they rename him each visit.
Celebrating my husband's birthday for the first time meant baking a birthday cake alone for the first time, meant forgetting to buy birthday candles and vegetable oil, meant blowing out the candles at 10:30 pm. But that's okay.
My gent had some spectacular wishes, no doubt.