This is the perfect time for me to do it. This is, like, blog o'clock. And I've got nothing.
Sometimes I'm scrubbing the dishes (did I tell you that the current kitchen has no dishwasher? Well, it does have one, but it's broken. And it's tiny. I mean TINY. Like...you could not fit a single large stockpot in there. Period. No.) and I think "there's a blog post in here. Something about how I'm always looking for the quick fix and not a lot of work, so I want to leave the dishes to soak and hopefully I don't actually have to do any work to get them clean. And maybe there's something in there about mothering and my spiritual life, too. Regular stuff, soaking, whatever is fine, but sometimes you just have to suck it up and do the hard scrubbing in order to get the results you're hoping for."
Probably a thousand people have already written that post. I don't even know where to take it. But I have that thought a lot these days.
Oh, also...praying for people who make me mad. This is something I totally didn't know was a thing before I converted. I literally did not know that people did that. I believed in prayer but mostly it was "please don't let ____________ happen" and "please make _______________ happen." As you might imagine, my prayer life was pretty dismal.
So. Praying for people who I'm trying hard to love. It's hard, you know? I often don't know what to say (in my head. We're not speaking out loud in this scenario, okay?), so I make myself recite the following super fancy, complicated prayer:
I am praying for this person. This is me praying for them.
Wow. Aren't you super anxious to submit your application to Dwija's School of Awesome Spiritual Tips?
Anyway, those are my non-things that I've been thinking about telling you but feel silly even mentioning.
Katy has been at rehearsal until 11 p.m. the last few nights and it's going to continue until their show closes. Me sleepy.
|A small portion of the bad-tastical badness that is our current kitchen. Take it in, folks. Take it aaaaaall in.|