Lately I’ve felt like Alice in Wonderland, as if I have lost my “muchness”. I’m not over the moon about this season of life, as I have come to discover so deeply the interaction between transition and bittersweet. I’m not over the moon about getting sick off of eating too much cheesecake either (that happned a few weeks ago...it tasted sooo good, and felt soooo bad). And I’m definitely not over the moon literally, because I don’t like heights. I battle with feeling purposeless, friendless, passionless, and worthless. I am not. But it’s tempting to believe those things define where I’m at. With all my mood swings (bless Brett's heart for putting up with those) and jumbled feelings, I am humbled and at the end of myself. I see what I am grateful for so well, and in this season of life there are a few things I absolutely love....
- Wife in Training Kitchen and Sewing Time: The kitchen and I have long hated each other, our friendship take awhile to develop. Tonight I made dinner for my friend Ashley and successfully burned our Baked Brussel Sprouts. We ate them anyway. I’ve come to stand by this, “If you don’t believe they are burned, then they don’t taste burned”. As for sewing, I successfully know how to make custom curtains, pillows, and duves thanks to my interior decorator friend Julia Laing. Brett’s apartment (soon to be our apartment) is a decorated work in progress, and I’m loving using sewing to bring life to his place… even if a lot of my decorations look “girly”...his apartment sure smells like a guy lives there.
- Serving others: Since I’ve been back I’ve helped others move, made food for friends, taught sewing basics, laundered Brett’s clothes every week, given out water bottles to those who don’t have any water (something I hope to do more of), listened to the heartaches of others, and prayed for those I love near and far when driving the hour-long road from my house to Brett’s. The praying is my favorite when I take the time to do it.
- Porch nights and Musical Nights: Ashley has the best porch for everything… and if there are nights where all I do is sit on this porch and write, read, cry, or pray, I will be there. It is a space of peace and opportunity for my soul to be revived and restored. Her house is one of the cutest houses in Denton and I really hope I can make a photoshoot out of her roommates and their house, because it is too pretty not to capture. As for musical nights... a group of newly made friends and I have been watching musicals together every week. Musicals really are good for the soul.
- July movie releases: Spiderman AND Batman?!?! Yes. And Yes please.
- Brett: Oh I haven’t forgotten about him. What does it feel like to come out of a long-distance relationship? The same way it feels to see your first shooting star, alive and enchanting. The same way it feels to get your braces off after too long, somewhat conscientious, awkward, and
slimyrelieved. My hubs-to-be has served me well since I started making my (almost) home at his place. He laughs at my corny jokes, holds my head in his hands when I cry and prays for and with me like no one else ever has. We are learning what it is to rest together, be productive together, and be in community together. We are learning to abide in our consistent and loving God as we embark on a life together. He has even agreed to be my blogging partner in crime. And I love him.
Brett:
This season of life has been filled with joy, and yet has also been tough and tiresome. I took Latin I and II as a 5 week summer intensive and had to pretty much put any wedding planning (as well as any time with anything or anyone) on hold, except for the weddings I was blessed to be a part of over two weekends and Stacie. I’ve moved into a new place, started a new college degree, and for the first time consistently live within an hour of my significant other. In the midst of all this stress, beauty and business I have found joy (a love for and) in the following: