I am a recovering Type A personality, which deserves a post in its own right. There are many descriptions of Type A to be found, few of them glowing or positive. (Though the competitive nature of Type A's, and the resulting successes, is lauded.) It is well-documented that people with these tendencies experience higher levels … Continue reading Don’t-ask-don’t-tell-don’t-care Days
tonite, after the kiddos were all tucked in, i watched the nbc nightly news podcast while i did dishes. (i quite like brian williams.) then i made a meringue pie and researched nagano. i wrote about said pie, and also about some memories of cooking blunders. i wrote to just write, and i think i … Continue reading small things at the end of the day.
it was so incredibly refreshing yesterday for me to write those honest shorts about my life, i was thinking in "these are the days of.." statements all day long. here are more. i think i would be happy to do this more. reality in 2012. these are the days of a toddler screaming bloody murder … Continue reading these are the days, take two.
these are the days of drool and giggles and crusty eyes. these are the days of not wanting to get dressed in the morning and wearing my pajamas 48 hours straight. these are the days of looking at my bible more than i read it. these are the days of shuffling to the crib too … Continue reading these are the days.
boys at the park, girls at home. i can hear the littlest cooing in her crib, up from her morning nap. only a few moments left for writing. today is new year's eve. tomorrow is oshogatsu and the beginning of something new. oh, how i am ready for something new! three kids brought me to … Continue reading oshogatsu and time for a change.
if you missed the first installment, click here. yesterday, while my hands were soapy with dishwater, i mused over the fact that there is so much ambiguity in my life, i don't even know where to start. how have i, a myers-briggs J, come to deal with all of this? the inability to understand and … Continue reading on life in a foreign place :: ambiguity.
i never want to seem as if i think my efforts spent on living in japan are more worthy or more heart-wrenching or more obedience-requiring than anyone else's efforts to live rightly, at home or abroad. this is why i often think to write about stuff here, but always stop short -- who am i? … Continue reading on life in a foreign place (1).
jones was sitting in the sand, dumping scoops of it onto his pants, wiggling his shoe-less toes as babies toddled around him with shovels and older kids kicked soccer balls back and forth. he seemed to be totally enraptured by the feeling of heaviness the pile of sand created. after a while, he ran over … Continue reading his jacket.
i've been doing a lot of resting, relaxing, and being quiet the last few days. there are still some things on my pre-baby checklist (and even more on bryan's!), but i feel rather blase about actually finishing them. i'm pulling into myself and thinking a lot about birth, surrender, gratefulness, and being needy. i've been … Continue reading random thoughts on waiting and prioritizing.
late morning outside. naked little boy with curly hair. little blue pool filled with cold water. shade for a pregnant mama. heart salvaged from a crabby morning. "viva la vida" coming through the speakers. glass of iced tea. elisabeth elliot book. cool breeze from the ocean. giggles, dimples, and splashes heard together. promise of an … Continue reading snippets of today.