Wednesday, January 2, 2019
All The Fixins
I've been perusing Facebook while I've been awake in the wee hours of the morning. I usually avoid FB. I always come away with mixed feelings about everything I've read. So, sitting here in the quiet dark, when there is no one to talk to and things always seem to take on a mental life of their own, is probably not the best time to be taking in the self improvement firehose that is Facebook today.
With the New Year there is an abundance of posts regarding goals and while I don't begrudge anyone the desire to improve, I've found myself feeling anxiety about how I (don't) measure up to the perceived progress everyone else is making or desires to make. Now, before you go getting your knickers in a twist, know that I am fully aware that I shouldn't be comparing myself to folks. I KNOW! I also know that it's January 2 and seriously, how much progress can a person make in 24 hours?!
But here I am, sitting in the dark, worried about how far behind I am in my life.
Yeah, I've set goals for the year. I've even done quite a bit of work to make sure I'm successful at them. The problem is, my goals are simply to catch up to where I think I should be in life. My goals are to fix mistakes I've been making for decades which have landed me in uncomfortable situations. While I know that at the end of 2019 I will possibly feel a sense of accomplishment, I worry that rather than becoming more, I will simply be surviving.
So here is the conundrum of 2019; is surviving this year enough?
Can I find a way to be content fixing my mistakes and count it a success?
Sunday, November 26, 2017
Toes in the Water
Over the course of the last few months I've had a desire to write again. I took me several attempts to remember my password and get myself back in but now that I've managed to break back in to Blogger, I've found myself with a blank slate. It's exciting. Now I have a place to pontificate in print yet again! Nothing like putting your thoughts out into the world to make yourself feel important and knowledgeable. I've read back through some of my old posts (ancient by blog standards) and in some cases I've felt pleased with what I wrote. Other musings have left me cringing that I would put such thoughts out into the internet. I've decided to leave it. As a testament to how I've grown and from whence I came. We'll see what happens.
For now, I'll let this first entry stand as my hello. We'll see where this re-entry into blogging takes me.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Hello...Goodbye
It's been a while, no?
I think I'm finished with blogging, not sure if I really have anything I need to say anymore. I think I prefer real conversation to cyber talk.
It's been fun.
Thanks,
Lula Mae
I think I'm finished with blogging, not sure if I really have anything I need to say anymore. I think I prefer real conversation to cyber talk.
It's been fun.
Thanks,
Lula Mae
Saturday, May 7, 2011
What I Have Learned From the Mothers in My Life
My mother the leader:
My mother has been involved in community and church all her life. From my early days, there are many memories involving her leading large groups of people in grand projects. She has held every possible leadership position in church including Stake and Ward Young Women President, Primary President, Stake and Ward Relief Society President and a myriad of others. She has directed community plays, worked with civic leaders and other religious leaders to accomplish large goals for the city in which she lives, blessing the lives of many. I have seen her articulate needs and plans to groups of men and women, sure of herself and the cause for which she worked. Her administration skills and persuasive leadership example has instilled in me a desire to do the same, and shown me how to organize myself and feel confident enough to volunteer for large assignments.
I am grateful for my mother's ability to lead with confidence. Leadershp and administration are skills I feel I have learned directly from her example.
The one who serves
When you get married, you get to pick your relatives. When I chose my husband, I chose my inlaws. In the fifteen-plus years of our marriage I have had the opportunity to get to know my husband's mother better. For me, her greatest attribute is her ability to serve with kindness. No matter who, when or where, she is always willing to do what she can. I have seen her make meals, leave suprise annonymous gifts on doorsteps, clean houses and church buildings and jump in her car to answer a long distance need from family. Her life is spent doing what she can to better the lives of others.
While her service to friends and strangers is impressive, her drive to help her children is something to behold. There is nothing she would not do for them. From babysitting the grandkids to investing in businesses, she offers all she has to see their success. I have been the recipient of such service and count it as a blessing in my life.
On this mother's day, I can only be grateful for the women who have shaped an molded me. I consider it my duty to follow their example so that this legacy of strength and kindness will continue on through the generations that come from these women.
Thanks Mom and Colleen for all that you are!
Happy Mother's Day!
My mother has been involved in community and church all her life. From my early days, there are many memories involving her leading large groups of people in grand projects. She has held every possible leadership position in church including Stake and Ward Young Women President, Primary President, Stake and Ward Relief Society President and a myriad of others. She has directed community plays, worked with civic leaders and other religious leaders to accomplish large goals for the city in which she lives, blessing the lives of many. I have seen her articulate needs and plans to groups of men and women, sure of herself and the cause for which she worked. Her administration skills and persuasive leadership example has instilled in me a desire to do the same, and shown me how to organize myself and feel confident enough to volunteer for large assignments.
I am grateful for my mother's ability to lead with confidence. Leadershp and administration are skills I feel I have learned directly from her example.
The one who serves
When you get married, you get to pick your relatives. When I chose my husband, I chose my inlaws. In the fifteen-plus years of our marriage I have had the opportunity to get to know my husband's mother better. For me, her greatest attribute is her ability to serve with kindness. No matter who, when or where, she is always willing to do what she can. I have seen her make meals, leave suprise annonymous gifts on doorsteps, clean houses and church buildings and jump in her car to answer a long distance need from family. Her life is spent doing what she can to better the lives of others.
While her service to friends and strangers is impressive, her drive to help her children is something to behold. There is nothing she would not do for them. From babysitting the grandkids to investing in businesses, she offers all she has to see their success. I have been the recipient of such service and count it as a blessing in my life.
On this mother's day, I can only be grateful for the women who have shaped an molded me. I consider it my duty to follow their example so that this legacy of strength and kindness will continue on through the generations that come from these women.
Thanks Mom and Colleen for all that you are!
Happy Mother's Day!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Our Part
I took an extra long Spring Break. Thanks to my sister and sister in law for letting us come visit, we had a great time.
My husband made a wonderful comment the other night, it was simply this; "I know I have to do everthing I can each day to make it possible for the Lord to bless us."
We had been discussing the fact the kids and I had gone on the vacation without him and after we decided no more vacations without the WHOLE family, he explained why he had chosen to stay behind this time.
I realized two things; the first being that I am deeply grateful for the man I married. He is a good man. Second, that there have been dark times when my choice has been to wait until things get better thus paralyzing myself. I realized that I must join with my husband in doing all that I can each day so that we can expect the Lord's blessing and continue to grow as a couple.
Good stuff
My husband made a wonderful comment the other night, it was simply this; "I know I have to do everthing I can each day to make it possible for the Lord to bless us."
We had been discussing the fact the kids and I had gone on the vacation without him and after we decided no more vacations without the WHOLE family, he explained why he had chosen to stay behind this time.
I realized two things; the first being that I am deeply grateful for the man I married. He is a good man. Second, that there have been dark times when my choice has been to wait until things get better thus paralyzing myself. I realized that I must join with my husband in doing all that I can each day so that we can expect the Lord's blessing and continue to grow as a couple.
Good stuff
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Hair Bread
I decided to make bread yesterday. I have a wheat grinder and I grind a few cups of fresh wheat flour when I make the bread. Yesterday my daughter was checking out the machine because it makes a distinct whirring noise that she found quite interesting. Despite my asking her to stay away from the machine, she lowered her head to hear the sound better allowing her hair to hang down just enough to get sucked through the slats into the internal fan. Within a split second, it grabbed her hair and wound it into a tight ball. It took just a moment for me to realize what was happening and I quickly turned off the machine.
She was STUCk!
I knew there was no way I was going to get her hair out without taking scissors to it and so, well, here's what became of that.
She wasn't hurt, a little scared, but suprisingly enough you can't really tell she's missing any hair. If I hadn't gotten the grinder stopped as fast as I did she would probably have a bald spot. I hate it when my kids have to learn things the hard way.
The unintended reprecussion of this story is that even though I didn't use the flour that was in the grinder bin, somehow I ended up with hair in my bread dough. We are refering to the three loaves affectionately as "hair bread" and while we've only found one strand it's become a bit of a fear factor thing to eat it.
I dare you to come over for a slice.
She was STUCk!
I knew there was no way I was going to get her hair out without taking scissors to it and so, well, here's what became of that.
She wasn't hurt, a little scared, but suprisingly enough you can't really tell she's missing any hair. If I hadn't gotten the grinder stopped as fast as I did she would probably have a bald spot. I hate it when my kids have to learn things the hard way.
The unintended reprecussion of this story is that even though I didn't use the flour that was in the grinder bin, somehow I ended up with hair in my bread dough. We are refering to the three loaves affectionately as "hair bread" and while we've only found one strand it's become a bit of a fear factor thing to eat it.
I dare you to come over for a slice.
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