Thursday, April 24, 2014

Under Way

I've been having a rather funny conversation today with my very-like-me mama about being a fussbudget. She has her own versions of that, and I have mine. Not surprisingly, there's some overlap. 

The fussbudget quality often expressed itself when I'm editing, or reading something. I love the nuances of word usage -- and I love it even more when words are used correctly. For example, did you know that "under way" is almost always two words? True dat. As the AP Stylebook explains, it is one word when it appears before a noun and it's acting as an adjective relating to things nautical: An underway boat.

So there you have it -- my editing tip for the day, and a description for the state of the moving process in these here parts.

What's under way in your world today?

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Totally Stoked

The excitement is building. The more that gets done, the freer I feel and the closer the goal seems. 

One week. Totally stoked is a good way to describe it. :)

How's your week going so far?

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Still Moving

With eight days left to go, my mantra has become Don't think. Just do. 

Off to do. Enjoy your day!

Monday, April 21, 2014


Somewhat surprisingly, I went to church yesterday. I haven't been in quite a while, partly because it's been a number of years since I've felt like I've had a real church home. 

Sitting my butt on a cushy, padded pew in a beautiful old church listening to a masterful message, it definitely felt like I had come home. 

The sense of renewal today is palpable, no doubt from that experience as well as the continued progress with packing boxes, keeping moving and clearing things out. With nine days left until vacate day, there's still a tremendous amount to do. The overwhelm threatens to do its thing moment to moment, but it's kept at bay by putting one foot in front of the other. 

Again and again. :)

How is the start to your week going?

Saturday, April 19, 2014


No boxes got packed today, but after a few loads of laundry, many hours of cleaning and some grocery shopping, I've reached my work quotient for the day. Tomorrow will be a significant packing and preparing-items-for-Goodwill day. 

Those will be new Easter activities for me. If you celebrate Easter, how are you planning to spend it?

Friday, April 18, 2014

Progress, Not Perfection

A friend calls herself a recovering perfectionist. I suppose I could consider myself one, too, though I did make the switch in my mind some years ago to striving for excellence rather than perfection. At the time, I'd come to see that the latter is a prescription for stress, exhaustion and general unhappiness, while the former maintains a high standard but allows for much more sanity in daily life. But old habits do occasionally die hard, and it's no secret that we women are harder on ourselves than anyone else could be.

These days, I find tremendous freedom and self-gentleness in continually refocusing my attention on the amount of progress I've made toward something, rather than how much still needs to be done -- or how I could have done it (whatever it is) better.

Progress. It's a wonderful thing. :) 

Thursday, April 17, 2014


Out of the three options that came to mind for O posts today, this was the first. In the spirit of initial instincts, I'm going with expressing opinions.

There's a common expression about opinions and how everyone has one and all that. (If you're familiar with it, you know what I'm talking about. If you're not, I'm not gonna repeat it.) :)

When it comes right down to it, I tend toward believing that the expression actually expresses a good bit of wisdom. I'll put it a little more diplomatically with a brief story.

Last year a friend was sharing about a challenging situation in her life. It involved the kind of decision that would be impactful -- life-changing, even -- not only for her, but also for her loved ones. I listened and, I feel, more importantly, I refrained from offering an opinion, even when she asked what I thought. My response was, "It doesn't matter what I think." 

It really didn't matter. Such an important decision could only be her own. Furthermore, what did matter in that moment was that I was willing to be present, to listen and to love her as she engaged in such a weighty process. 

I find myself offering an opinion to folks every once in a while, particularly when I'm tired or when my usual filters are down. Ordinarily I try very hard not to do that, and instead to listen and ask relevant questions that may help provide clarity or insight during a decision-making process. In my experience, it's amazing to see how very powerful the acts of being present, listening and asking questions are, and what little value the act of expressing an opinion really has.