Introspection on this Valentine's Saturday. I'm becoming more and more impressed that I need to do some shaking up in my priorites and how I am spending my time. My children are growing too swiftly, right in front of my eyes. How am I using these moments I have with them? Or am I letting them slide so I can get one more thing done on my to-do list, read one more blog, finish one more project that could easily wait until rest-time/bedtime, etc. Am I teaching and training them ... or reading about others' ideas for teaching and training far more often?
Everywhere I look there are posts about keeping it real on blogs ... some do, some (supposedly) don't. I don't know quite where I fall in that. I have purposefully chosen not to share many frustrations on here. One, you never do know who is reading. I would be so grieved if I shared a struggle that wounded another. Two, while I do blog about my munchkins, their privacy is also important. I don't need to air their faults and foibles out here. They are sinners ~ I am a sinner. 'Nuff said. My private journal is the place to wrestle with these things. I once read where someone said her journal was her confessional and her blog was her place to converse:
"Now I realize both of these journals - my log and my blog - serve a purpose; they allow me to create, consider and converse. In my blog I reflect; in my notebook I plan. In my blog I chat with others; in my notebook I chat with myself. My blog is a community; my notebook is my confessional."
Of late, I have been neglecting one in favor of the other. I can tell by my emotions, frustrations, and lack of focus that I need to hunker back down to basics. What that looks like will be in process I'm sure, but this is a start.
Forgive the rambling... Muddy thoughts on a foggy Saturday a.m.