November 17, 2014

Five November Goals



Well, nothing like setting goals for a month seventeen days into said month. But better late than never, yes?

First, let's look at last month's goals:

1. Rework my fall wardrobe. Done! I didn't get it photographed for you, but I'm happy they're hung in my closet and easy to access.

2. Write every weekday. I don't know if it's the fall air, NaNoWriMo spirit or knowledge of a year closing in on me, but writing has been strangely consistent!

3. Coffee on the porch. Yes, oh the lovely stillness of vibrant leaves whispering to me.

4. Create something autumn-y. Wha-wha-whaa. Didn't happen and I'm not really sure why. Too busy, I guess.

5. One fun, family adventure. Yes! I love crazy outings with my favorite people; they make me laugh so much.

Now for November:

1. Read two new books. I've been on a reading frenzy; it seems the cold weather always spurs me on.

2. Write every weekday (besides Thanksgiving break). I'm on a roll, might as well keep it up!

3. Finish cleaning out the garage so I can fit my car in. It's not too overloaded but I need to take things to Goodwill.

4. Write a letter. I love this old-time tradition because I adore getting real stuff in my mailbox. It's rare, but I love it.

5. Get a new haircut. I probably change my hair a tad every month but I want something that feels fresh.


How is your November going so far?


{See October goals here and December goals here}

November 5, 2014

Grasping Grace


Grace is an elusive word for me.

It's the middle name of my second daughter and it's a concept sitting far beyond my grasp. As much as I'd like to relish in what the dictionary defines as "free and unmerited favor"; I don't. Instead I find myself wrapped in rules and assumptions while running feverishly in the direction I hope is best with my measuring stick in hand adding up successes and failures.

Grace refuses to measure.

It can't be earned. It can't be won. It doesn't rest in the confines of any box. The idea of grace is foreign to those of us living in the land of comparison.

Cannot be measured? What kind of crazy talk is this? How would you know you're succeeding or failing?

You don't. Grace is the utter acceptance of it all, the absence of assumptions and the open arms of believing the best.

What if we had grace for ourselves? What if we lived our daily life not measuring ourselves against others or our own expectations? What if we took ourselves as we are, pouring out free and unmerited favor? What if we did that for others?

I imagine the world would look a lot more compassionate if we did.