Well I can’t wait any longer. The artwork is at the printers’, and in just a few short weeks I’ll have my hands on the 2017 Everyday Gratitude Diary. This year’s illustrator is the talented Kathleen Jennings, and I know you will love seeing her delightful drawings pop up throughout the year.
If you’re keen to grab your diary as soon as humanly possible, then I’ve got some good news for you – I’m having a little preorder sale! From now until the diaries arrive at my place, you can pre-order the 2017 diary for just $30 plus shipping. And if you live in Sydney, near Rockdale, you can opt to pick up your order for free from the wonderful Mad For Markers shop (and maybe grab some lovely new colour pencils or markers to colour in Kathleen’s illustrations while you’re there!).
So have at it, my lovelies! Pre order now – I will send your diaries as soon as I can!
PS – many people have asked for an undated version of the diary. I am working on it, but given the one-girl-band nature of my operation, I need to save up a bit of cash to get it printed…I’ll let you know when it’s available!
There is no doubt that moving house is one of the more stressful events in an average life. Moving states feels even huger than just moving across the city, because everything is changing, not just the abode. Everything that is familiar is left behind and we now have to carve out a new niche in an unknown place. Naturally you start to wonder, what do I bring with me and what do I leave behind?
Unless you’re a minimalist declutterer of champion status, you’re going to take stuff with you when you move. At the other end of the scale, I know few people who would just throw everything into boxes as-is and not do some sort of assessment and culling of their stuff. The task is exhausting, physically, mentally and emotionally, often because it unearths things you forgot you owned. Stumbling across photos of friends you don’t see anymore and wondering about them; re-reading cards you’d stashed away, because it feels wrong to just chuck them out without acknowledging the kind words written inside; heaping up a pile of clothes and shoes to donate to charity and realising that you can’t wear those treasured heels again because your feet hurt too much these days, or you’ll never wear that dress you love because you wore it to a wedding once and it will always remind you of that ex you attended the wedding with. Okay getting a bit specific here, but you know what I mean, right?
There have definitely been stressful moments during our move (trying to get our cats in their cat crates, for one!), but I’ve been trying to step back a bit and think about how to practice gratitude in the midst of this venture. I have met so many people in my life, who have affected me in various ways. I have read many books, adopted many hobbies, travelled to many places, listened to many albums, watched many movies, shared many meals. All of these things have left their prints on me, whether a light touch or a deeper mark.
Most of the possessions we packed up had weight and meaning of some sort, reminders of the rich lives mum and I have lived so far. If we lost everything – say our container disappears – it would be sad, but not a tragedy. Our lives aren’t defined by what we own. But at the same time, looking through all these bits and pieces has been a pleasure and a reminder to be grateful for all that we’ve been given in every sphere of our lives.
So now we’re in between homes and that triggers gratitude of a different sort. I’m grateful that although we’re between homes for over a week, we’ve been able to stay with friends and in reasonably nice places as we travel. It doesn’t feel like a holiday; I’m impatient to start sorting out the details of my new life, and it’s not a break between ‘normal life’ where we leave our familiar home for the unfamiliar and then return back to the familiar. We’re discombobulated, floating, disconnected. But it won’t be long before we get into our new home and start to feel more grounded again. I am grateful for that and everything in between, even as I sit with the uncertainty and exhaustion of it all.
This week I’m away in the Blue Mountains, leading and cooking on Scripture Union NSW’s craft camp. I was freaking out a bit about how I would manage my energy levels, given that I am a major introvert and if I don’t get quiet time my mental health falls apart pretty quickly. Generally I expend a LOT of energy around people, trying to be upbeat and enthusiastic and keeping things bubbling along, but I really, really need quiet, alone time to recharge. Otherwise I’m constantly giving out energy and end up a flat, defunct mess.
Today I am SO grateful that I was allocated my own bedroom at camp, and even more grateful to the other leaders for being okay with that. Seriously, what a gift.
Tomorrow the 11 girls (between years 5 and 8) arrive. I’m praying we have lots of fun making all sorts of things, learning from the book of Esther and getting to know one another. I’m also praying that I will use my alone time well (and not stay up too late reading or catching up on work or anything else). Rest is so good!