Tag: adulting

Let it go

Today, we started off with the Saturday morning workout. It was a partner workout. People didn’t follow the instructions given. It caused problems for those following the instructions. Obviously, we were the ones following the instructions. We finished on time, but we had a lot of frustration. It was so much so that we had to sit together for almost ten minutes to talk through everything after the workout and follow-up stretching had ended. It was a very positive outcome, but a very stress-filled class for he both of us. But we were intentional with the whole thing, and so we are growing well from it, I do believe.

Afterward – and after our max effort pull-up’s post-workout – we headed to confession and reconciliation. There is nothing quite so freeing as reconciliation, and fulfilling…

Then we did several things we’d been wanting to do, but hadn’t had time or space or memory to do so on previous weekends, simply because we passed by them on our way home from Church… farmers’ market and test driving a Jeep Gladiator and a truck. And the test drives were awesome. We had a blast, the both of us. And yes, he and I each got inside the closed truck bed of the Jeep, just to see how spacious it was. You could fit multiple people back there lying down, if needed… just in case that is ever a relevant fact in your life…

We didn’t accomplish a lot of what we’d intended for today, but we got some done, for sure, and we accomplished other things we had wanted for a while. So, I think this was a really great Saturday for us both, even if it felt a bit odd for not accomplishing the original list of tasks and goals for today.

The bonus is that tomorrow only has Church on the list, so we can finish today’s stuff then! Woohoo!

Thank you, God, for such a bizarre yet love-filled day. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Tired of late night hurries

I used to start getting ready for bed around 6pm. I would awaken around four or four-thirty in the morning, decently rested and awake, and I would gather my clothes and head downstairs to get ready for and to go to the gym for the 5:15am workout. And I’d do the same thing most weekdays, and only stay up a bit later on Friday and Saturday nights, maybe going to sleep around midnight or 11pm instead of around 8 or 8:30pm.

But I met a man, and I feel like I haven’t been “normal” ever since. I rush to get ready for bed late at night now, lucky if I can get to sleep before midnight. I don’t get to take time reading before bed. One-sentence minimum, then move on – got to hurry, so I can sleep as much as possible…

And I don’t like it. And I believe he doesn’t like it either. How do we figure this out?

Oh, God, please, grant us the clarity as to how to manage our schedules such that we both sleep well each night and awaken refreshed each morning, and we are fully able and prepared to be our best selves – who you made us to be – every day. In your name, I pray with gratitude. Amen.

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Back in Business

The bed’s box spring was delivered this evening by one very smart, strong, handy, and gorgeous delivery boy. Did I say boy? I meant man, man of my dreams. Anywho, the bed feels fabulously better tonight compared to last night. No injuries or discomforts with it tonight. I won’t have to struggle leaning so far over to fold laundry ever again – that sucked today, for sure. And I can breathe more easily being higher off the ground. Yippee! Thank you, Man, for being my special delivery boy. And thank you, God, for such a blessing as he and this super comfy bed!! Amen!

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The bed

Alas, the bed is in place… but it is not right. Apparently it does need a box spring, despite what IKEA says. Why is that? Well, I just sat down on it and slammed the sideboard into the back of my thighs, somewhat hard… so, not enough space between the top of the mattress and the top of the sideboard without that box spring… guess we’re tying it to the top of a vehicle tomorrow after all…

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Practicality

We went to a wedding. I brought a Tupperware-type container for my leftovers, in case I wanted them. He told me, ‘We are not doing that,’ when I mentioned to him that I had a container in the car. I said, ‘Okay…’

They started packing up the buffet. I told him so. He ran to get a bit more food for himself, and asked if I wanted anything else. I said that I wanted a bit more green beans and mac ‘n‘ cheese.

He tells me there is no more mac. I say I just want some green beans, then.

He comes back a few minutes later with an actual to-go styrofoam meal container, half mountain-ed with green beans and half mountain-ed with chicken.

…..

Uhmmm…. Okay… but we are doing this??? 😛

Ridiculous. Haha

He said that they just kind of did it, when he had asked for more green beans – put it in the to-go container, I mean. And then they said, ‘Well, that’s now enough. You want some chicken?’ And they started adding chicken before he could do anything else about it. So, he was surprised by it all, too. Haha

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“Ouch! Leave it!”

Anyone else out there think that acne would have gone away after high school and college?? And anyone else out there find that not to be what happened for you?

I mean, it’s not like it’s really bad or anything – nothing like middle school and high school – but come on… must we really still deal with this nonsense? What have we messed up in our diet and fitness here? Seriously, what? Taking care of and honoring my body has little to do with it, it seems, and sweating has almost everything to do with it. Give me one afternoon in a muggy place, and I can almost guarantee that I will have at least a little bit of acne just about everywhere that got touched/rubbed during those muggy hours.

Ugh… oils and junk. Just eww, sometimes.

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Oh, joy! I sing to thee!

And the piano progress continues! Tonight, he asked me to show him something new or else something to do differently with that four-chord progression (CGAmG). So, we talked about sheet music! He had played clarinet back in school, so he still somewhat remembered how to read treble clef, though he didn’t even know how I knew it was treble clef… 😛 Nonetheless, he may or may not have ever used bass clef, but he learned the notes in it on the piano tonight!

Note: He is not a fan of having to hit middle C with the left hand. Too far up, he says. Wait until he gets into music that actually has a load of ledger lines up in the middle! 😛

I pulled up easy “Ode to Joy” sheet music for him and showed him how to go through one clef at a time, and then how to start to put it all together slowly, but surely. And he played for an hour+ tonight, working on that piece and taking a mental test a bit to play around with the four chords for about five minute somewhere near the end. He’s doing an awesome job, and it really seems like he really likes it. I am so excited both for the now and for the future with this!

Thank you, God, for this wonderful blessing of a man and of music. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Music

And so it happens that he plays piano now. I heard him playing around with some keys as I exited the shower tonight. I asked him why he stopped once he had, and he smiled in slight embarrassment, and said because he hadn’t known what he was doing. I got him back over to the piano, and I explained some basics, and then showed him the basic C-G-Am-G chord progression and how to play with key strokes and rhythms within it – all white keys!! – and set him loose. He was practically fighting me at first, suggesting that he would be terrible and his hands are too clumsy and blah, blah, blah… Now, he has been going for almost half an hour, and it could be music he’s reading for all I can hear. He’s doing an amazing job already, and I’m thoroughly enjoying listening to him play, not simply because he’s the one doing it, but because it is actually enjoyable music and playing. Thank you, God.

We certainly shall have a house filled with love and music. Thank you, God, for such a wonderful blessing. Amen.

Update: He played for over 45 minutes, and I think he only stopped, because he was just so darn sleepy from a very long week this week and day today.

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Moving on up

And so it is that the bedroom feels much more like a bedroom now. Not that it didn’t before feel like a bedroom, but that it now feels like a bedroom that could be my bedroom… one in which I actually could want to live and sleep and dress and all. No, it certainly isn’t complete, of course, but the bulky furniture is swapped out for things that fit much better and leave loads more space around the bed; the dark shag rug is gone; and the floors and baseboards have all been wonderfully cleaned. It is an awesome move for today, and I am incredibly grateful to have gotten it all done. Now, I am absurdly wiped and must sleep. Asap. Goodnight.

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