Journaling Gold...my journaling goal
Every day this month I am going to journal. It will all be here. I type so much faster than I write. Plus, that way I can keep tabs on myself and see my posting progress!
Today I made bread and baby wipes at Karalee's. I got quite a bit done, but still saw that it was a pittance compared to what needed to be done. I'm struggling, I feel the huge desire to run away from my life on a daily basis right now. I'm hoping that as I journal and write the things that make each day so wonderful my life will shift so I see my accomplishments as the majority, no matter how the scale tips.
I watched the most beautiful sunset with Taryn tonight, and we watched as all the helicopters coming back from their Grand Canyon Tours flew through it. I named all the colors I saw in the sunset sky: blue, red, orange, yellow and purple. Taryn says, "and pink mom, lots of pink." And she was right, most of the clouds were a beautiful, deep pink. She yelled "hello" and hollered "goodbye" to each helicopter as it flew by. She was loud enough that a couple walking their dog turned to look at her twice, chuckling with each other. As the sky grew darker and the colors faded I felt my Heavenly Father's love for me in both those beautiful gifts: the sunset and Taryn. The greater gift is definitely Taryn and the greatest gift was stopping for a moment to realize that.
Today I made bread and baby wipes at Karalee's. I got quite a bit done, but still saw that it was a pittance compared to what needed to be done. I'm struggling, I feel the huge desire to run away from my life on a daily basis right now. I'm hoping that as I journal and write the things that make each day so wonderful my life will shift so I see my accomplishments as the majority, no matter how the scale tips.
I watched the most beautiful sunset with Taryn tonight, and we watched as all the helicopters coming back from their Grand Canyon Tours flew through it. I named all the colors I saw in the sunset sky: blue, red, orange, yellow and purple. Taryn says, "and pink mom, lots of pink." And she was right, most of the clouds were a beautiful, deep pink. She yelled "hello" and hollered "goodbye" to each helicopter as it flew by. She was loud enough that a couple walking their dog turned to look at her twice, chuckling with each other. As the sky grew darker and the colors faded I felt my Heavenly Father's love for me in both those beautiful gifts: the sunset and Taryn. The greater gift is definitely Taryn and the greatest gift was stopping for a moment to realize that.