However big our stomachs are, we will push them to the limits, testing the maximum brownie sundays we can inhale before the walls of our lost abdominal muscles scorn a loud & resounding no. The dollars we have left in our wallet, leaving the leather with stretch marks resembling these baby carrying stomachs (neither have I yet experienced), our mind scrambles more. The second my brain drops the hint that it's almost time to eat a juicy burger, I'm there clinging to the refrigerator door. You want a burger? How about a cookie, too?
I trick myself.
Leaving work, I tell myself good girl not eating as awful. You are doing so good. Day one & your almost on your way down twelve pant sizes. People are about to scream "FEED THAT GIRL A SANDWICH." You know what? When you get home, you march right on in that kitchen & feed yourself a big, yummy apple.
& you know what? I do.
A little glide in my step, a little happy in my face I swing open that refrigerator door & reach below the cookie dough container straight on down for that apple. It is delicious.
But the problem is that my eyes met with that cookie dough container & less is not more. I've concluded that to be a myth. Next thing you know my souls shaking its head with those crossed arms in disgust, while my body lunges back to that door, racing my mind before the guilt sets in.
Gets me every time.
& I know food is always my example.
But this is not just about food. This is way bigger, sweet sister. Because how come she always gets the phenomenal job with the great hours & dreamy pay. How come they are your dreams but they are coming true for her. & she doesn't care?
The more time that passes the more time I need. The more days that are numbered the more I see that I need a lot more of something to accomplish anything. Just give me more & it will happen. Just give me more, & it will be good. Just give me more, & I will be happy.
More is such a pretty thing, huh?
You know what else is pretty?
Nearly nothing. Or minimalism.
Back pedaling, SEE YA.
I know, now you probably think I want you to go all fasting for the next thirty days. Maybe. What you take from this will be what the Holy Spirit intercedes, calling out error in your life. Maybe not even error, though. Maybe its the overcrowded contents of your life that the Spirit's tired of trying to climb over & squeeze around in order to reach your heart.
I work in furniture (for the next two weeks, at least) & I am here to confirm to you that a new style is taking over the market. I am sure Pinterest has you well in the loop.
& half of these are brought to you straight off my own Pinterest board. Ta da! The trend. & it's title?
Minimalism.
Because we're in search of something simple, something our overstuffed lives haven't seen in years. Something, for once, without a price tag.
Whether we recognize the need for our spring cleaning mode or not, the fact is still there, surfacing subconsciously through other things. Like home décor.
Just a thought.
Maybe these designers are onto something. I mean, I guess I think so, I'm just trying to convince you to take inventory.
Taking inventory. (check.)
Will you consider your life with me for a moment? I want you to check out a few things. Because I am taking inventory on a few things, & I am learning. Most important thing before moving on? Be honest with yourself.
Your time or his?
What does your time look like? What consumes most of your hours that you are not working?
For my online classes I have begun, one class is teaching me how to succeed in the online learning environment. I thought I was too good for the class. Because I can be successful. I don't need someone to tell me how. Oh, what an innocent little misunderstanding.
Because I have opened my hands to God in this process & said have your way Lord & he's having it. & so am I. He is teaching me so much. Most important overlooked thing? Time management.
But seriously.
You don't realize how much time you blow on things until you are assigned to preschedule the next two weeks of your life. School, appointments, weddings, church, work, grandmas birthday. Everything. Timed out. Aligned. Shown how much time I will set aside for each thing. & then at the end of the two weeks we review how the last schedule worked & plan a new one for the next two weeks. & so on.
My mind is warped, suddenly thinking strange thoughts about how valuable my time is. Those people I say yes to simply because I am a people pleaser... are they taking precious space of other more important priorities? This might sound so harsh, but it's true. Time management has taught me the word no.
Very valuable.
Your money or his?
I want you to write down your last five purchases.
How about the last ten.
What's it looking like?
Maybe it's time to budget.
Another huge YES for me.
No need for me to keep wasting white space. You get the picture.
Now.
I think I am just about done with this rant. Maybe it was meaningless. Maybe you are feeling the same & I am not alone. All I know is I just ate nearly enough brownies to last me a week. I can deal with some minimalism & a good ole cleanse.
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