Last weekend I had the privilege of attending a writers conference hosted by a wonderful group called, Hope*Writers. It is put on by 3 authors one being Emily Freeman. I admire Emily for so many reasons, her writing is only one, but I will share more on that and the conference later.
One of the things Emily shared over the weekend was that one of her favorite writing prompts is simply “these are the days of…” And I thought on this beautiful Sunday, that I would just steal that prompt without shame. I mean borrow. Thank you, Emily, I’m going to borrow that prompt without shame 🙂
These are the days of:
Eating Chick-Fil-A for lunch followed by Chinese take-out for dinner and knowing that even though I wished I had fed my family more veggies, we are all still ok. Being loved and fed is most important. Grocery shopping and meal planning remain on my list of ambitions when life has less flights, long drives and work hours.
These are the days of:
Wondering why at two-and-a-half my toddler child hasn’t taken the initiative to potty train himself. As is, he refuses to go poo-poo on the potty, but loves plopping the poo-poo from his diaper into the potty so he can flush it down. And then he has the audacity to expect M&Ms as a reward.
I give up.
These are the days of:
Wondering why that same toddler child, is STILL so hard to get to sleep at night. Someone give me mom tips or at the very least a free nanny to handle bed time.
These are the days of:
“Yes, Ill take a glass of wine, and thank you!”
These are the days of:
Investing in a dream. Or I’ve lost my mind, not sure. More details on that later. For now, you’ll have to wait.
These are the days of:
Actually needing to wear a coat in south Louisiana. Making use of the seat heater in my hubby’s car. Enjoying hot coffee rather than iced.
These are the days of:
Traveling for work. Being a Hilton Gold member. Listening to a million audio books and another million podcasts and hoping that maybe I’m a little bit smarter or perhaps even wiser for it.
These are the days of:
Being 33 and loving it simply because it’s the same number, two times. See what I know to be true at 33 HERE.
These are the days of:
Feeling that we’ve outgrown our 1700 sq foot house, but uncertain if we should buy, build new, or just be content.
But mostly these are the days of:
Trying to savor the wonderful little moments like skipping rocks and building “choo choos”.
Attempting to dismiss meltdowns and temper tantrums.
And making an intentional effort to be grateful. Because despite much exhaustion, these, are beautiful days.