I smiled today. A closed-mouth smile, but a smile nontheless. That's more than I could do yesterday. The cold-sore is on the mend. Progress, I love it. And my day was significantly better, too. I'm thinking it's because I could eat. A starving mom is NOT a happy mom.
I don't think I'm alone when I admit that every so often I go through a self-makeover. Character-Building 101. Whatever you want to call it. A growing, stretching period presents itself--I think by God--and I have the choice to take it or leave it. Not one to shrink from a challenge, I go for it, usually because I have enough faith in God to know that he knows better than I what's best for me, and in my current situation, I couldn't stand the "place" I was at. It hurt at first, really hurt [we're talking SOUL-pain, ouch] because it was changing a weakness of character, a "spiritual Achilles heel," so to speak. It's hard to admit when you have those, especially to yourself. I've been reading a lot, soul-searching even more, and checking in with the Lord. I'm growing. Slowly. I had some walls to break down. I read a phrase that I LOVE now, "Grow with balance." It just sounds healthy, doesn't it? Moving in the right direction, no matter how slow, is still progress. I guess that's what it's all about. The new and improved Me is on her way. I can feel it.
Lincoln caught me in my "happy place" this afternoon, a.k.a. the kitchen window, full sun. Meal-planning in the sun is doubly-happy for myself because 1) food [need I say more?] and 2) sun is slightly magical to me and my psyche, especially when I haven't seen it in days.
I also cleaned out the kids' toothbrush-hoarding drawer. If you didn't know me better, you'd think I was the old lady who lived in a shoe. 17 toothbrushes! Yeah, that's 4 1/4 toothbrushes for each kid. New family rule: 1 toothbrush per person, no excuses.