Keeping the Sabbath is attractive to me. I want to be a person at rest, and the Sabbath is God’s weekly gift of rest. I’ve been reading, studying, and praying about the Sabbath lately, and on a recent road trip, I had an unexpected mini-breakthrough in my understanding.
My husband and I were on a 3,585 mile road trip, and on this particular day, we had a 10+ hour drive ahead of us. We decided to stop every 1.5-2 hours to stretch and prevent burn-out. Since we were driving primarily along the Oregon coast, this often meant stopping to play frisbee on the beach.
Funny enough, it was these frisbee breaks that gave me more understanding of the Sabbath.
So here they are: three things frisbee helped me understand about the Sabbath!
I made a sane choice recently. Sane choices are not my default, so I always try to appreciate them (and point them out to my husband!) when they happen.
I started Wildflowers and Progress because I love writing, but I accidentally became obsessed with the other components of blogging. Writing shrank to just a sliver of what encompassed “working on the blog”. When I wasn’t working on it, my internal wheels were turning on what I “should” be doing.
I should be on Pinterest a bunch, I should be active in Facebook groups, I should be publishing new content every week.
Every. Week. Every. Monday. Like. Clockwork.
Then a few weeks ago, I made a sane choice. The lesson from it applies to so many different areas of life, and I couldn’t be more pleased – and relieved!
I have exciting news! Wildflowers and Progress was nominated for the Blogger Recognition Award – three times!This award allows bloggers to publicly recognize other blogs they enjoy and recommend, and then those bloggers have the opportunity to pay it forward. Many thanks to Natalie atContent With Simple, Autumn at Anywhere With Autumn, and Elise at Ask Dr. Ho for my nominations. I’m honored and flattered!
Where Wildflowers and Progress Began
Just like all roads lead to Rome, all signs pointed to blogging. Well, three of them, at least. Firstly, I desired a way to weave my passions into my life, and I wanted a hobby that was just for me. I’ve always loved writing, and I love projects that encourage (mandate, even!) continuous learning, so blogging was tempting. Simultaneously, I took over our social media at my day-job, and I liked the idea of a sandbox where I could learn and make mistakes without reflecting poorly on the company. Finally, Allie Trowbridge wrote Twenty-Two Letters. I grew up going to the same church as Allie, and her publishing a book encouraged me in my dreams to to publish a book someday. She proved it could be done, so I should preserve those college-refined writing skills from rusting!
So I decided to blog!
I saw many beautiful blogs of people showing the best parts of lives – wonderful trips, beautiful homes, picture perfect avocado toast! I wanted to contribute a blog that said, “If you’re like me, your life can be a bit of a mess. That’s okay. Let’s find beauty in this mess together, and hopefully get a little better.” And thus, Wildflowers and Progress was born!
Is anyone else’s home constantly untidy? I love spreadsheets, but my house can look like a tornado hit – shouldn’t it be one or the other? Organized or not?
Apparently not. My closet is beautifully color coded, but my worn clothes end up in a heap on the floor. I’m at peace when the house is clean, yet I kick off my shoes who-knows-where when I get home. I have a cubby for my phone, but I know for a fact that it’s currently in the kitchen by the dishes.
In short, I have trouble being tidy.
I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember. My junior high homework planners were perfectly organized, yet whenever my best friend Melissa came over, she went straight to my bedroom and closed all my dresser drawers. We’re still friends, and she hasn’t stopped.
But there’s hope!
When I remember this tip, it cuts my tidying time in half! Thank goodness! I’ll take all the help I can get.
I usually enjoy a full schedule. Starting near the beginning of 2016, though, I felt too tired to keep up – and I was embarrassed about it. There’s a running joke that non-moms don’t understand what it’s like to be tired. Mothering is famously the hardest, most unrelenting job on the planet, so their claim to tiredness is understandable.
But as a non-mom, my exhaustion brought with it shame and embarrassment. I didn’t have kids yet. I didn’t have the right to be tired.
Dishes piled up, laundry piled up, lists of people wanting to get together piled up. I could probably rally for a special event, but otherwise, very little outside of what had to get done got done.
The Shame of Tiredness
My world shrank with my energy, and I became increasingly embarrassed about my diminishing capacity. I dreaded Mondays, because that meant grocery shopping, and grocery shopping was exhausting. Sometimes I would skip it. I regularly cancelled plans I because I wasn’t up to interacting with people or else didn’t think I would be sufficiently alert to drive home.