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Where does busy come from?

Busy comes in all shapes and sizes and for various reasons. It can be because of a busy season, like Christmas! Or maybe it’s because we’re planning a special event. Busy can be because we have more kids than hands and they keep us busy from sun up to sun down. People tell me all the time that I’m really going to miss this season of life…going from work to football game to soccer game to music lesson to cooking dinner to……(I believe them….kinda….) One reason for busy that’s not so healthy is when we’re busy because we have to be. I don’t mean have to because someone is making us. I mean have to because if we aren’t busy doing something, we feel we have no value. We find our identity and self-worth in what we do. This isn’t good, but I think at one time or another, we’ve all found ourselves here. I know I have. What can we do about that?

Turn loose and hold on…

I was at the store a few weeks ago and saw a bottle of Jergen’s original scented lotion. I don’t usually buy that brand, but it triggered a sweet memory in me of my grandma Broadway’s house from when I was a little girl. That was the lotion she bought. I always got to use a little bit when I was there, and it has a very distinct scent. I wanted to savor that memory, so I bought it. Isn’t it funny how different smells or sounds or words can trigger a memory….just pull it up out of nowhere? Some of those memories bring joy with them and fond, sweet feelings…but some of them can be downright mean. They come with anger and sadness and pain. Sometimes our memories can even seem like they’re out of control…and we remember things we’d rather forget and forget things we really need to remember. What do we do then…

Whatcha lookin’ at?

I have always loved gymnastics. I took lessons at the YWCA, and I tried out for the team in the 6th grade…and I made it. I was so happy! During my very first back handspring of my very first practice, my arm landed funny…and it broke. I mean really broke it. Both bones in my forearm snapped in half, and my wrist was lying on the floor somewhere back by my elbow. (Gross, right?) The gym was full of girls…crying girls at this point. We were all traumatized. At my first visit back to the gym, some of the girls told me they couldn’t get the sight of my arm out of their head. They couldn’t get that sound out of their head of my bones snapping in half. They couldn’t stop thinking about it. Even 20 years later, I ran into a girl that was there, and she told me, “I will NEVER forget that day!” What we see and what we hear impacts our thought life….

Feedback and media….

Good morning everyone! I hope you are getting to enjoy some relaxing…

That’s not what you said…

My sweet daughter remembers everything. Out of the blue, she will say, “Remember 3 years ago when we had pancakes for breakfast and you said we could go to the mall? We never went to the mall. Can we go today?” I may be exaggerating, but not by much. I’ve even learned to be noncommittal in my responses to her because if I do something even just a tiny bit off from what I said, she will let me know it. “Mom, that’s NOT what you said!” What happens when what we see isn’t what HE said?

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Where does busy come from?

Turn loose and hold on…

Whatcha lookin’ at?

Feedback and media….

That’s not what you said…

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