Rhonna Farrer has a 21-day challenge on her blog. Essentially, it is to challenge each of us to attempt to put a new habit into place or to break a bad habit. I've been feeling like a failure in terms of keeping myself on track with what needs to be done. Hey, like a lot of other ladies, I'd rather scrap! But, I also love my husband and want him to have clean underwear, a decent home-cooked meal now and then, and a lovely home to come home to. My first layout had to do with goals. Hey I have them....see that last sentence. But, making them happen has been the problem. I concluded that I need to work my plan! So, my sincere prayer was to find a way to work my plan. I read through this blog yesterday and noticed how many times I was grateful that DH was outta here. Though I love him dearly, he makes me crazy. He sits at his computer behind me and mutters and mumbles all the time. He doesn't hear well, so he jacks up the sound on the TV to what is absolutely deafening to me. He yells at the dogs to be quiet, a real irony in my mind. Then he teases the dogs til they bark! Another irony, I don't mind saying. All the turmoil just makes me nutso. So, yesterday I came up with a new approach. It consists of me going to bed late and not getting up until it is almost time for him to leave the house. This way I don't sit here, frustrated, waiting for him to get out of the way so I can use the bathroom and get started on my day while he sits behind me playing Spider Solitaire on the computer. PLEASE DO NOT come and take my blood pressure between 6AM and 7:45AM! Well, back to the plan. I stayed up last night til almost 1AM. I popped out of bed this morning at 8AM. I got my requisite 7 hours of sleep, at least an hour and a half of which were without him thrashing, moaning, kicking, snoring, etc, so it was, I'm sure, much more restful sleep. I have colored my hair, worked out, bathed, and shaved my legs. I smell wonderful and there was no one pacing, waiting for the bathroom! I have sorted all the dirty clothes--thank heavens, the piles of dirty laundry are getting smaller. I have washed one load and am drying it now, along with drying and folding the load left from yesterday. I have cleaned up the master bath and when I finish here, I will attack the master bedroom. I have fielded numerous phone calls and completed a tax return. And I've done a scrapbook page! This just might work! Thank you, Lord!
One of the other things that bothered me about the challenge was the topic of "dreams". For years, I've wondered if I even had any. As a child, whenever I did or said anything that had to do with imagination, I was mocked. Need I tell you, imagining is not something I do well to this day. I've wondered if dreams went when the imagination was stifled. I've had any number of traumatic moments/days/weeks/months/years in my life. I've discovered that when things settle down from the trauma, I more or less have to relearn all the things I've taught myself in the past. The bigger the trauma, the more lost I become. Sometimes I have to just stop and ask myself "Now how did I do this before?" But, it's remembering to ask myself that question that is frequently the problem. In the middle of those traumas, did I lose my dreams? Well, I asked the Lord to help me identify my dreams. And, in the course of less than two days, I have discovered I have two of them. One is to acquire a DSLR. I think I am a good scrapbooker. I think my pages are pretty good and I know my family appreciates them. But so often I am struggling to camouflage a not so good picture..... I hate that. I so want to take truly gorgeous photos like those I see on the scrapbooking websites. So, I want a DSLR and all the goodies that go with it. And, I want to travel. No, not just the occasional "trip" to Southern Utah. My first destination of choice is Greece. Oh how I'd love to spend time just walking the streets of some of the villages and cities close to the Aegean Sea, taking photos of everything in sight--people, the ocean, sunsets and sunrises, architecture, etc. I prowled around on Stock Exchange yesterday looking at 25 digital pages of photos. Yes, this would be a dream worth dreaming. Second destination strangely enough would be Washington, D.C. It seems a shame that I live in such a wonderful country and have never made it to the nation's capital. Again, I'd love to go prowling around, DSLR in hand, taking pictures of everything that either moves or doesn't move. Another worthy dream. So, another prayer answered by Dad in a very short time.
So, now, having celebrated those victories, I am off to tackle the master bedroom. Have a great day, everyone. I plan to! Here are some catch up scrapbook pages.