November 2010


I’ve written a few times about the various projects I’ve been taking on lately and thought it was time for a progress report.

Relay For Life

I have initiated a RLF team at my church and have been working to recruit members for my team for the local Relay event. I have one other person on the team so far, and a few others on the fence about joining. The holidays are a difficult team to spring something new on people – especially when it involves money – so I’m not terribly discouraged that new members aren’t beating down my door. Build it and they will come.

I’ve already started fundraising, and find that it is simultaneously daunting and exhilarating to raise money for a good cause. I’ve been extremely lucky so far and have already reached my initial fundraising goal of $500, and have upped it to $1,000. Even better, over the weekend my sister volunteered to help sell Hope bracelets and earrings to raise money for my team, and she is on a tear. She has already texted me that she has sold everything I gave her. Yay! 

Family History Project 

This project is getting off the ground with a herky jerky motion – a bit like the Wright brother’s first attempts at flight I would imagine. That said, I am making progress.

A few weeks ago I dug through some boxes in the attic and found a tiny gold mine of photographs, an obituary for my great-grandmother, an oh so precious handwritten letter from my grandmother, and a few other treasures.

I also wrangled some formal given names from my Mom’s memory via email which are easier to research than “Great-Grandma Ella.”

Then, this past holiday weekend, a visit with my Dad produced a cornucopia of information. I learned a great deal about the family farm and how it came to be, and a bunch of things about my grandparents and my great-grandparents. I also got my hands on some great old pictures and found out who has more, and then – Cha-Ching! – my Dad produced two books that will be hugely helpful with background data – one on the County in which my family has lived for generations, and the other on the church that my great-great-grandparents help found. As if that weren’t enough, Dad, Little M, and I took a short drive down the road, and picked pears and pecans off trees on the farm that have been bearing fruit since my grandfather was young. A priceless outing. (And yes, I got pictures.)

Letter Writing Team

In October I joined the letter writing team at www.soldiersangels.org. Each week I receive the name and address of a new soldier (male or female) in one of the branches of the military, and I write them a letter of gratitude for their service. I have found this to be the most uplifting of my projects, but also the most difficult. It is a privilege to be able to write and express my gratitude for the freedoms I enjoy everyday. However, at the same time, it is incredibly difficult to find the right words, to figure out what to say and not feel like I am sounding like an idiot. You are told upfront when you join the team that you may not ever hear back from your soldiers, but that regardless if you do or not, the letters are invaluable and to keep writing. I have taken that message to heart and will keep writing and trusting that my letters are helpful…and hoping that I don’t sound like an idiot.

Decluttering

A few weeks ago my BFF, bouyed by the success of my yard sale back in early summer, agreed that we should have a sale together.  Get rid of stuff, make money, spend time with BFF. Hurray! 

Wait…now this crap has to sit in my basement until Spring? Boo!!!

I have discovered over the years that I am very much a light switch person. Either on or off. I’m fine with the stuff hanging around until I flip the switch in my mind and decide it has to go. Once I make that decision I want it gone yesterday, so the thought of having this stuff lurking around taking up valuable real estate (especially now since it is piled in the basement instead of stashed here and there) is slowly killing my sanity. In light of the impending sale, I’ve decided to take a break from serious work on decluttering until mid-January in order to preserve what is left of my mind. In January I will be a few weeks away from the sale and will be able to stack, sort, and price with abandon because I’ll know it will all go soon. Hurray!

Back in September my husband, daughter, and I took our yearly vacation to the beach. It was good, but while there I came to grips with the fact that I was tired, burnt out, frustrated. Pick an adjective, I was there, or in the neighborhood. 

When we got home I tried to convince myself I was “refreshed” and continue as before, but it wasn’t working out. So, I took a break, stepped away from my blog and other things and examined my life. Or rather, I looked at what was missing from my life. 

It occurred to me after all this reflection that somewhere along the line I misplaced it,my life that is. Not all at once, but incrementally, which is the worst way really, because its like the proverbial frog in the pot – he jumps out of a boiling pot, but will cook himself to death in a pot where the heat is turned up slowly. 

With the clarity that comes with hindsight, I realized that I have been ever so slowly turning up the heat on my own pot for, oh, about ten years now. Women as a rule are people pleasers, doers, the glue that holds things together. It is one of our greatest assets, and one of our greatest downfalls. Often, in the course of being that glue we sacrifice or morph a little too much and one day wake up and realize we are a shadow of our former selves.

What to do? What to do?

The short answer: Get a life!

The long answer: take a look at your life and decide what is missing, what is important, what you want back in this thing we call life and make it happen. That’s what I’ve been doing.

In formulating this post, I took pen and paper and quickly jotted down a list of things that I have over the course of time deleted, severely limited, or sporadically done that were once an important and enjoyable part of my life. In just a few minutes I came up with 25 things.  TWENTY-FIVE THINGS!!! Twenty-five things that I tell myself I can do tomorrow, next week, next month, or next year, in favor of what needs to be done now. That is no way to live…happily.

So now that the information has been gathered and assessed, the only thing left to do is make the changes needed to put me back in the saddle of my own life again. Time to get movin’!