wednesday night thankfulness

okay so today was great! i blogged a lot in the morning, while avoiding all forms of house work. went to work, thought we lost a kid-didn’t!- teacher of the year, i know….(in my defense it wasn’t our fault at all…), dinner with a great friend, bought myself a sweet owl mug, target shopping, then watched new girl with pablo, more blogging, and maybe a workout sometime in here….we’ll see. it was a good day, and i am thankful for it.

sidenote: what the H is up with target clothes sizing?? i tried on a small, medium and large tops tonight and none of them fit me, all for very different reasons….lame. maybe it’s nature’s way of telling me to buy better quality clothing…yes…that has to be it…..

new owl mug from west elm! can't wait to drink tea from this bad boy

new owl mug from west elm! can’t wait to drink tea from this bad boy

winter carnival

this past weekend paul and i went to the st paul winter carnival. it happens each year down here by our place and it was so fun! we went to an ice sculpture garden, watched the ice skaters at rice park, caught the tail end of the parade, and then hit starbucks like it was our job. per usual. the weather was beautiful but ice cold, yet somehow getting out and walking around felt really good. here are a few highlight photos of that day:

Pauly at starbucks getting ready for the crossword

pauly at starbucks getting ready for the crossword

I have a thing about my head size, specifically that its huge, so i told paul he couldn't take any photos of me directly face on in my head wrap because it made my head look EEEEEEEnormous. true.

i have a thing about my head size, specifically that its huge, so i told paul he couldn’t take any photos of me directly face on in my head wrap because it made my head look EEEEEEEnormous. true.

throne of ice. paul is pretty sure we can't have kids now :)

throne of ice. paul is pretty sure we can’t have kids now :)

our favorite ice sculpture

our favorite ice sculpture

cold but worth it!

cold but worth it!

people are so creative. this one cracked me up.

people are so creative. this one cracked me up.

treasure and heart

i was talking with paul, processing life, stress, worries, anxieties, per usual… and feeling like i was getting no where… not becoming less stressed, less anxious, less worried, and also feeling like a failure in God’s eyes because i can’t seem to “let go and let God…” barf. can we all just agree that phrases like that need to die. i mean honestly, what the H does that even mean? or how the H are you supposed to actually do that? (*sidebar: when we were little my mom told us that it’s not swearing if you do it with letters, or in another language, so you may see a smattering of that in this blog. my mom’s the best. love her.) anyway…where was i? oh yeah, so  paul and i were talking and praying and i was trying to give it over but not really having any luck…and then i started thinking…”how long has it been since i have been truly content/happy/satisfied with my life?” and you know, it’s been a long long time. and there is no reason for it. i mean yes, in the moment there seem to be a million a and a half reasons why i am miserable/sad/mad/worried or whatever, but big picture (and really, small picture too) i just haven’t been focused on anything positive.

so, God is so good, at church on sunday i go into the service with all of this rolling around in my brain, and what do you know, the guest preacher is talking about this verse:

22 Then Jesus said to his disciples: “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. 23 For life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. 24 Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! 25 Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life[b]26 Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?

27 “Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 28 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith! 29 And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. 30 For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. 31 But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well.

32 “Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom. 33 Sell your possessions and give to the poor. Provide purses for yourselves that will not wear out, a treasure in heaven that will never fail, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. 34 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

so i want this blog to represent the things i treasure and where my heart is. i don’t want this to get too long, but basically i want the overflow of my heart to be filled with joy. i want to focus on gratitude. and i want to document me trying to do this publicly.ha!

now you know the background of the blog name :)

here we go….

okay, so i decided to start a blog…..for a number of reasons…..

1.  to have a place to think about my life, family, career, health, faith, marriage….i am a verbal processor and it was either this or therapy…let’s be honest, it may be both :)

2.  to have a record of my days. i want to be able to look back on my life, see how far i’ve come, where i need to grow..

3. to appreciate life more. to be more grateful.  to be able to easily see and read all i have to be thankful for. because it’s too easy to forget..

4. to document our life leading up to kids, a house, and any other ‘big’ life moments

5.  to help other people. or at least let people know that there is someone else similar to them out there. someone else with struggles, up, downs, etc..

6. really though, i just think it may be fun and we shall see where this goes!

it may be random, poorly laid out, misspelled, and otherwise unorganized, but it will be real. it will be me.