Embrace

The Boring Bliss of Routine

Is your routine answer “Life is busy.”?  It’s the unmistakably counted on answer when you ask someone the dreaded socially correct question now known as a greeting in our fair culture of “How are you?”.  Is  your response different?  A “fine, how are you?” perhaps?  I’m just as guilty as the next person and it has become habit to say either “fine, how are you?” or if I know them a bit better, “I’m busy”.  And if I hesitate (usually trying to think of how I really am so I can answer honestly) the person asking the question immediately thinks that something must be wrong in my life and jumps to conclusions that who knows what that has formed in their minds from sour milk to my dog dying.

Now that I’ve formed this little rant on the “how are you” question…I HAVE BEEN BUSY! Haha!  I can honestly answer that my life has been busy.  You have to understand that I am crazy OCD and an organizational freakazoid who has dialed in my “to-do list” and my “must-do” list so I’m practically scheduled out every day of the week.  Throw in a trip to Oakland for a family affair, my women’s conference where I was in charge of the almost 50 women volunteers, a couple of relatives popping in to say hello for a few days, and a planned trip coming up for four days the end of this week, and I pretty much throw my perfectly laid out plan out the window.  Well, not all of it…but it does get a bit more stressful and trying to shove 6 days of work into 3 days of available time.

BUSY VS ROUTINE

After some recuperating and catching up I realized that sometimes I consider my life boring.  Not bad boring, but routine boring.  The same old things week after week.  The same chores, the same workouts, the same type of work.  Wearing my retainers every night, praying, meditating, daily reading, meals…all of it!  And then I remember my younger adult self.  Scattered, not settled into a career or a happy marriage.  When the dust settled on the last two weeks and as I look forward to this coming weekend trip, I realize that I LOVE the BORING BLISS OF MY ROUTINE.

I love that I’m the first one up every morning because my hubby and puppies are not morning beings.  I love going downstairs and getting a glass of water first thing and putting away the dishes from the night before and laying out my breakfast utensils.  I love saying my morning prayers, and doing my daily reading and journaling all before the rest of my household awakes.  I absolutely LOVE everything about Lauri’s Lemonade Stand…from the podcast, to the blog, to Ms Penelope Pickwick (My Bookworm).  I love the routine of cooking dinner or just going out if it’s been a long day and that I watch movies most weeknights with my hubby (If you haven’t seen the movie Embrace…or I Feel Pretty…I highly recommend them!).

In today’s blog I just want to publicly acknowledge the boring bliss of my routine.  I absolutely love it.  I love the busy moments and the quiet moments.  I love the growth moments and the bliss moments that happen after the growth moments and I realize that I’ve learned something new.  I love the boring bliss of my routine!  The next time someone asks “how are you?”  I will answer “Really Good, and you?”  What will you say?

Embrace

Embracing (ALL OF) You
I’m a ball-baby, a boob, a serious cryer.  I cry when I’m happy and full of love.  I cry when I watch movies.  I cry when little things have added up over time and it brings a sweet release that only crying can achieve.  I cry when I’m sad and I cry when I’m mad.  I am a cryer.
I know I’ve written about my sweet husband a bunch, but he made me see my crying in a different way.
Several years ago (more than I want to count, actually) I was crying over something or other and throughout my whole life I had fought being a cryer.  In the midst of my frustration and more crying I told my hubby, “I’m sorry, I’m going to learn how to control this, I will figure this out and I won’t be such a boob”.  What he said changed not only my view about my crying, but in every other aspect of my life.
He said, “Sweetheart, I’ve known you for a long time and I believe this is a part of you that I don’t think is going to change.  I think that you are a cryer and that’s ok.”  WHAT???  It’s ok to I cry?
I had always seen my crying as a negative that I needed to change to a positive.  The thought had never crossed my mind that it was simply a part of who I was and that it was perfectly fine to embrace that as a part of me and MOVE ON.
Since that time I have never worried about my crying.  It has even made me view other people’s crying in a whole new light.  Here’s an example: My daughter was having a particularly hard day yesterday and she stopped by my work for a “cry session”.  She apologized for half a second and I just told her to let it all out.  She did.  She knew I was a cryer and she knew that I would understand.
Being a cryer and embracing that part of me has made me empathetic to others and has made me see other parts of my life that I viewed as negative, as just a part of who I am today.  I love that!
There are still things that I want to do, accomplish, and be.  But this one moment in my life has changed my view of who I am and has led me to accept things about myself that are just fine, thank you very much.  🙂

Tears

What can you embrace in yourself starting right now as being a part of what makes you uniquely you?  Recognize it, own it, embrace you.  Change what you want, keep what you want, but embracing you is a beautiful step towards freedom.  Love to you, my tribe of Lemonader’s!
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