Used to...

I used to love being a hostess.  I loved entertaining people and cooking for people and trying to pretend I was a younger, hipper, poorer Martha Stewart.  It hit me today that I don't currently feel capable of doing this thing that I once loved so much.

I long to entertain and show hospitality.  I long for a clean house.  I long for the time to cook a meal.  I'm desperate for a chance to do some crafty things.  Currently, every room in my house is a complete disaster and neither Kyle nor I has the time or motivation to do anything about it.  Grad school hit hard this week in tandem with the start of my clinical assignment. 

I think it's only going to get crazier from here. I hope maybe we'll get into some sort of routine and all the daily things like taking care of the house, feeding ourselves, and taking care of the animals will find balance with all our school responsibilities.  I fear we won't be able to do that for two more years. 

My new friend, Whitney, has a great blog.  She's always updating on all the awesome things she finds and re-creates.  It makes me long for days gone by.  It reminds me of all the projects I have on the backburner.  All the pictures and paintings in my mind.  All the empty canvases.  All the half-completed sewing and knitting projects.  All the pieces of furniture that need a fresh coat of paint.  All the paint sitting in the closet waiting to be applied to said furniture.  All the bookmarked DIY projects.  All the empty picture frames just waiting to be filled, and all the pictures just waiting to be printed.  All the city thrift stores waiting to be perused. 

I really hope I get some time to catch up.  A day here and there to work on unfinished projects.  A consistently clean house.  A dog that doesn't require constant supervision.  A husband that isn't always holed up in the office studying for his own demanding program. 

I'm not feeling optimistic that all or any of these things will happen.  Sigh. 

I suppose that this is just where we are in life and we really should be grateful for the opportunity and the trials.  Easier said than done.

"For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven." Ecclesiastes 3:1


Shannon Leigh Anderson said...

Amen, sister. There will be a time! You have to be where you are to get to where you are going!
embrace it, it'll be worth it in the end~!

Jessica @ Acting Adult said...

I feel your pain! I've been meaning to repaint a coffee table since we moved into our new place a year ago this month. There is just way too much going on, in my humble opinion.