Holley Gerth QuoteHow do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.

You can move a mountain one pebble at a time.

A journey begins with a single step.

I have some projects that have been on my to-do list for a while. A long while. I’m talking a year or more. I struggle to begin these projects because I know I won’t be able to finish them in one sitting.

I don’t want to move a mountain one pebble at a time. Not even by a handful of pebbles at a time. I want to move it by boulders or whatever is bigger.

Since I know it’s not possible to start and finish these projects in a day, I do nothing.

I know it’s not rational. But I can’t break the rut in my thinking I can’t do that thing yet because I don’t have the days to devote to it. So I continue to make no progress.

I know this thought pattern does not help, but I can’t seem to break it.

Recently, I restarted reading “You’re Going to Be Okay” by Holley Gerth. Her statement about change is beginning to impact my thinking rut:

As long as we demand perfection from ourselves, then, ironically, we will make little progress. When we lift those demands, then God can move us forward.

I realize that as long as I continue to believe I can’t do that large project unless I can devote huge chunks of time to it, I won’t be able to move forward.

I must change my thought pattern to It’s okay to do a little at a time. It’s okay if I don’t get it done in one sitting.

As I read my words, my internal dialog blasts me with objections.

But that’s not how Sally does things. That’s not the perfect way. It’s not satisfactory unless it can be completed from start to finish without interruptions.

It’s these objections that hold me hostage, that prevent my progress.

It’s time I give myself permission to change my thought patterns, to challenge these objections.

It is time to make pebble-sized progress.

 

 

 

 

 

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The headlines in Baton Rouge this week has me thinking of mothers with troubled kids. I’m talking about the kids who only have anger, hate, and resentment in their hearts. When I see a headline of a juvenile being arrested, I know I’m guilty of thinking that kid’s mother has failed. Isn’t that one of the things we all know equals parenting failure?

Earlier in the week, a 15-year-old allegedly knocked out a bus driver. I read the story, shocked and dismayed. But one tidbit of the story has been on my mind ever since. His mother brought him to the police station.

I can’t even imagine how that must feel. 

As I read the headline, all I wanted to do was judge that mom for failing to be a good parent. But when I read she took him to the police station so he can turn in himself, I started wondering about her. Is she a single parent? Is she ostracized and lacking support to help raise her child? Are there other children? How many jobs does she work? What if she is doing the best she can, but the circumstances of their lives have swallowed them?

So I pray for that mom and all moms who’ve had to make the tough decision to turn their child over to the authorities for some crime allegedly committed. I pray for the moms who are parenting on their own that they get the support they need from their families, friends, and churches. I pray these troubled children get the help they need as well. And I pray that my own judgments give way to compassion.

On Sundays during Lent, I’ll post a prayer for a particular type of mom on my mind. Please join me!

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The glorious two-week Christmas vacation came to an end today. The kids went back to school!

I have to admit getting up this morning was ROUGH, especially since I didn’t fall asleep until almost 3 a.m. Ugh! Over the break, my sleep pattern went to my natural tendency. Unfortunately, it resembles that of a teenager — awake until 2 or 3 a.m. and sleep until sometimes noon. Thank goodness my husband was off work too during this time.

It wasn’t just me who was having a hard time this morning. The first day back is hard. But I find the second morning is worse. The first morning, there’s some excitement about catching up with your friends. By the second morning, the return to the drudgery is real.

So how did I celebrate? By meeting my good friend for breakfast and catching up. Having something to look forward to helped in getting up after only three hours of sleep. The conversation immediately began with how our mornings went. I have to say both our families did pretty well. I know for my family, tomorrow will be a different story.

I then got to have lunch with my husband. It’s nice to have a conversation with him that isn’t interrupted every five seconds. With three kids, he doesn’t get my undivided attention very often. Plus, we went to my favorite Chinese food restaurant.

Oh, and don’t think I didn’t get a nap! A quite house and a full belly from lunch? It had to be done. It was begging for it.

I hope the transition from vacation doesn’t hit you too hard. I suggest you catch up with your friends and loved ones and then take a nap. It makes for a perfect day back to the grind.

 

 

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It has been quite a while since I’ve posted regularly. In fact, if you look at last year’s posts, it looks like I fell off the planet sometime in February. There’s an interesting story behind that, but that’s for another time, I promise.

First, I want to take a moment to highlight what I have planned for this year. It comes down to my favorite thing: helping.

  • Help you to become your best.
  • Help you relieve anxiety and alleviate stress.
  • Help you feel less alone.

I promise to share my struggles over work/life balance and my ultimate time-out from the workforce.

I promise to share what I care about and what makes me smile.

I want 2015 to be a journey of healing and returning to health.

I hope you’ll join me for the ride.

As we begin our new year, let me leave you with this quote from Blessed Mother Theresa which sums up my intentions for this year:

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Today’s my birthday, and it was a happy one indeed! It was the perfect combination of relaxing, eating, and love from friends and family. I’m one blessed girl!

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