Week 2 Instagram Recap:
Wednesdays are piano lesson day at our house. And while I enjoyed the few years I took away from teaching, it’s so nice to be adding music to the world again. As far as therapy goes, music is highly powerful.
You don’t need to be a musician to benefit from music. But to be honest, for a music teacher I forget to turn the radio on more than I’d like to admit. My new habit is to start Pandora right at 7am and keep it on until it distracts me from work.
What’s on you happy playlist?
You know what really makes my day? Handwritten, found-in-my-mailbox, old fashioned mail. Actually, handwritten notes of *any* type make me smile.
But you know who else benefits from these handwritten missives? The sender. Showing your love for and appreciation of others actually makes YOU happier.
With this being #incowrimo I’ve been the happy recipient of some of the aforementioned correspondence, thanks to @msrdpn (also known at @redpentravelers) and @hjoyp . Whoever deemed February the month for sending snail mail, bless them. What a perfect way to brighten this dark month! And while I didn’t get the memo until a few days in, I still plan on sending a few such notes of my own.
Whose day can you brighten with some mail?
Fun fact: my parents met each other on February 2 (aka Groundhog’s Day), and My Guy and I met on February 26.
For all that February brings in the way of suffering, it’s brought me even greater blessings. I mean, without my parents meeting I wouldn’t be here, right? Nor would my seven fabulous siblings. The world would be so much poorer for it. (Just to clarify, I’m talking about my siblings here.)
And as for bringing James along in February of 2010? Wow! He has changed my life so much, taught me so much, and helped me grow in ways I could never have imagined. Not to mention, we have two beautiful children who (exhaust and) delight us.
There is blessing and beauty everywhere, in every season. We just need to open our eyes and it will start to appear.
There is no replacement for family, whether they be blood or chosen. These three girls happen to be blood, my sisters, my sanity.
Who are your people? Whether you’re born with them or choose them, you’ve gotta have them. If you don’t already have a tribe, start forming one today.
You know that person who has a heart of gold, gives beyond the breaking point, and makes everyone’s life better just because she’s alive? This is a picture of her–my baby sister.
I’m not wired like this. While I’m not always good at accepting help, I’m also not likely to offer it. At least, not when I’m tired or hungry or emotionally spent. I want to be like Hannah when I grow up–always looking for ways to do good and make a difference.
These amazing humans get tired, too. They need encouragement, too. And they need us to take less and give more.
Who’s the angel in your life? What can you do to make their day brighter today?
God has seriously blessed me with some amazing day brighteners this month. When I got home from Saturday’s bachelorette shenanigans, I discovered not one but TWO pieces of personal mail, thankyouverymuch @orangemamalikes and @grace.strength.beauty
This package from Kerin actually made me laugh out loud. If you haven’t heard the story behind #chickenpoop now is the time to check it out. Knowing that Kerin knows how hard I fight for joy in February, her thoughtful gift meant that much more.
So here’s my plan, folks. After naptime I’ll be heading to the post office to refresh my stamp supply so I can be a blessing to someone else. Care to join?
Disclaimer: This is *not* a bitter rant. But if you’re single or lonely and hating this particular date, read on. Or if, like me, you love it, well—you can read on, too.
The story that Valentine’s Day is a couple’s holiday is a dirty lie. Seriously. Beyond the fact that the current holiday has little to do with the life of the original St. Valentine, who decided that this was a specifically romantically themed day? I thought it was about showing love to all the important people in your life.
By the age of 14 I pretty much dreaded Valentine’s Day. If you can deem yourself “single” at 14, I was single. (Can I just pause to thank God that I will *never again* live through my teen years??) Add in the fact that a good friend’s dad always bought her some piece of fine jewelry each year and it just didn’t seem fair. My dad spoiled me, sure. But having four daughters (not to mention eight kids in total), he saved significant gifts for birthdays and Christmas.
Rather than sit in my self-pity, I decided to do something about it. Coordinating with my mom and sisters, we deemed February 14th formal dinner night in our home. I’d plan and boss the preparation of a four-course meal, we’d dress up, eat by candlelight and, those of us where were so inclined handed out cards and small gifts.
In later years, I’d plan girls’ night with other single friends. Or at the minimum, send cards to those who were alone or lonely.
If you’re hating life today—or even if you’re not—try making some lemonade from your pain. Whose life can *YOU* bless today? Where can *YOU* show love? I promise you, it’s a choice you will never regret.
It’s the halfway point!
We’ve made it to the middle of February, my friend! Pat yourself on the back, do a little happy dance, and then keep moving forward.