If You Don’t Make Yourself a Priority, Then You Become A Liability

Wow!  Sometimes when a friend makes a statement, you really take notice.  The title of this blog comes from a conversations with one of my dearest friends. You may note the long stretch of time between posts on this blog.  That was never my purpose.  Like a lot of moms, I got especially busy with the Annual Event known as the END OF THE SCHOOL YEAR.  Plus my family planned a vacation to leave the day school released.   It was glorious, but came at a price.  As I write this, I am sitting on my couch recovering from a very nasty stomach bug and migraine.  I think my body just shut down. I overextended myself with projects beyond my normal busy routine.  There were end of year parties, teacher gifts, end of year programs,  term papers, and for the first time for our family, middle school finals.  It was a blur.  I did some good things, but I let some great and important things slide – like devotions times and praying.  Oops.  I am not proud of that, but it is changing. So when my friend called to check on me and we were talking about how our lives were…

Life At 350 Degrees

I go through phases of cooking.  Sometimes I cook, and sometimes I don’t. This past weekend my oldest made an Easter cake.  Before you get excited about a Pinterest worthy picture attached to this blog, let me declare the following:  I am ON Pinterest, but I do not DO Pinterest.  The cake my daughter made was from a box that we decorate by putting Peeps bunnies all over it.  It was something fun that she loved to do.  As I set the oven at 350 degrees, I poignant thought struck me.  I do most of my baking on 350 degrees.  Cakes, brownies, french fries, roasted vegetables, frozen items.  It just makes it easier.  Kinda like baking autopilot. As I watched my child mix the cake and pour the contents in the baking pans, a thought struck me.  I live my life on 350 degrees.  Pretty much the same temperature all the time.  Same school routines, same lunches I make for the kids, same towels I fold and same messes that I come home to on a regular basis.   My husband and children thrive better on a routine.  Especially the husband.  Things out of order or out of routine…

A Gentle Spirit Wanted

I love music of the 70s and 80s – all types.  That music speaks to me.  My children disagree and often are embarrassed as I sing along to a favorite song in the car.  Much eye rolling has happened as I stroll down memory lane. This week I heard an old favorite: Sentimental Lady by Bob Welch.  Such a sweet and soothing song.  I love these lyrics: Sentimental gentle wind Blowing through my life again Sentimental lady Gentle one It reminds me of one of my favorite verses: Phillipians 4:5.   “Let your gentleness be evident to all.”  Another version of the verse replaces “gentleness” to “graciousness”. Gentleness.  Graciousness.   Two words that seem to be in short supply in my life at the moment.  One of my daily challenges is feeling like there is not enough time to do everything that I NEED to do  and WANT to do.   My counselor calls it busyness.  The opposite way of living is called intentional.  Another way to look at this is called mindfulness.   That is the perfect way to describe how I want to live. To go through life at a simple pace with a lack…

Nostalgia: Hooked on a Feeling

Last weekend, I had the opportunity to visit the town where I grew up.   A great little Southern town that is now a great bigger Southern town.  Each time I return, it amazes me how much the town has grown.  Some of my closest friends still live there.  Always, I am hit with a wave of nostalgia.  I wish I could visit more often and that each visit was longer. This time it was especially hard to say goodbye after dinner on Saturday night.  I had an early Sunday morning flight to get back to my own family.  It was the weekend before spring break, and my children had a lot of homework.  The husband was working many late nights in his job as a CPA.  It was, however, good to see life-long friends. As I drove to the airport on Sunday, I listened to satellite radio.  I love the 80s music.  It reminds me of middle school and high school and the first years of college.  Such a wonderful time in my life.  I thought of my friends who I had just left and reflected more on our friendships.  The nostalgia hit hard.  That channel was doing a…

Welcome to Trapezoid Life!

Welcome to Trapezoid Life!   I hope you enjoy your time here, and may you find encouragement and laughter along the journey…

From A Box to A Trapezoid

It all started with a conversation about a box… A box. It’s square, or sometimes a rectangle. The sides are straight lines, and the contents usually stay inside the lines. Boxes are great. I’ve moved a couple of times and they are very useful. But I’ve noticed that boxes are very rigid. They have little give unless an elephant sits on a box, and then it is not so useful. Boxes can also be confining…cubicles, elevators and a number of other places resemble boxes. Have you ever noticed that people put themselves in metaphorical boxes? That was me. I grew up in a family that liked rules and routines to keep children safe. And, don’t get me wrong… rules they are great. At an early age, I learned how to live in a box. As a teenager, I developed huge anxiety… that became part of my box. Anything outside the box was not safe. As an adult, I learned that I could control utterly everything about my box. Just don’t ask me to move my box. And so one day a friend and I compared our lives to boxes and our relationships to God…

Welcome!

People tell me the shortest point between two points is a straight line. I did not get that memo. My career path, well, most of my life, looks like a big bowl of spaghetti. It is hard to find the starting point so here goes… I’m a Southern gal raised in a small Georgia town. On the outside, my life was pretty plain. I grew up in the same home, did well in school and graduated high school. I got my four-year degree in four years. You know how unusual that is, right…