My grandson will stack some blocks, then throw his hands up over his head and shout…YAY! My son in law says we can all take a lesson from him about being our own cheerleader…so this post is all about “YAY ME!”
One year ago people said I couldn’t do it…I wouldn’t do it, but I proved them wrong…I did do it…and with a smile on my face. Well at least most of the time.
One year of living in a 500 sq ft cottage with construction going on all around me. One year of not just existing but living. We had company…and celebrations. We had the flu…and school projects, but we did it.
One year of doing dishes by hand and going to the laundramat…one year of sleeping on twin beds in the living room. One year of living with the bare basics.
I remember my dad telling me that the best feeling was when the oil tank was full for the long winter ahead. He knew that he was providing what his children needed to get thru the days ahead.
My task wasn’t so easy…I wasn’t really sure what we would need. An umbrella…a yard stick…random things that a family uses in the course of a year had to be thought of. There was no room to bring things that we wouldn’t really need and yet what is the definition of NEED?
Today is move-in day…the new house is ready and all of our stuff will come over from storage. Part of me wonders why do I need more stuff, and yet there is that part of me that feels that Christmas morning excitment of seeing my old stuff.
But for now I want to pause a moment and say….YAY ME!
Are you your biggest cheerleader? Tell me something you are proud of that you have done.