This week has been quite a ride of events, feelings, and lessons learned. It's funny when life just takes you by surprise like that.
Events:
We had friends of our daughters stay with us. Now, most of you know that we live in a 800 sq ft cottage that is 115 years old. It is like living in a studio apartment. You can hear everything, there is no privacy, and we only have one bathroom. Not to mention we are really private people. I had no idea how private until we had these girls stay with us for a few days. (They leave today and, frankly, I can't wait to sleep without the door closed again.)
We had our first sports night downtown and although it was TOTALLY out of my comfort zone it was amazing to see so many families in our downtown park. One of my goals, living in this little town, is to create the possibility for more hometown downtown pride. Sports night was the first of that effort. If you have never had to borrow the radar gun from your local police department, stop traffic to pass footballs in the street, or design a little putting park... well, you can't imagine the lengths I will go to include people and create fun downtown.
We are packing up our noodle... enough said.
Feelings & Lessons Learned:
One night the girls had a cook out for some more kids at our house. Remember, our tiny house. And although there were only 5 of them it felt like my house was inundated and I realized how intolerant I am of that. How I crave my quiet life. Well, that night was not fun for me at all. I was tired from getting up at 6AM to work, hot because they didn't turn the air conditioning down and I didn't realize it, left lights on and I sleep in total darkness, and really I was just in a hateful mood. In the morning my husband said something to me that made me see my intolerance and my inability to be flexible so clearly and without malice that it stopped me in my tracks. That lesson, that people are who they are and I can't control them and should not judge them, comes up for me over and over. It is so hard to let go and just let other people do their own thing. It is also hard to know that when you aren't handling it well it is your own stuff and not theirs.
So, it is Friday and my week was full. Good and bad. Small disappointments, challenges, and a chance to see my own stuff come up again. Every day there seems to be a teachable moment if I am paying attention.
