I have new habits now.
I make the bed every morning, clean up the kitchen, do a load of laundry (I can’t even express how many loads of laundry I’ve done in the last four weeks). I make breakfast and lunch and dinner. I clean the bathrooms and dust every Friday.
I’ve watched 6 full seasons of Grey’s Anatomy, read four books and am about 1/8 of the way through writing my own.
I put on a bra on every day…most days it is a sports bra, but still. I also shower daily and shave my legs at least twice a week (vs. the former twice a season).
I’ve also broken a few old habits. I don’t check my phone every 2.6 minutes for new emails; in fact, if I get 5 new emails in a day it’s an event. That’s saying something about the girl who used to send and/or respond to an average of 2000 emails a month.
I don’t stay awake at night organizing the next day; worrying about clients, peers or contracts. I sleep now. Like, real sleep.
I’m building new relationships and making peace with losing some old ones.
I smile and laugh quite a bit more. My family likes me a bit more, too, if I’m honest. Funny how that works.
Facebook shared some memories with me today and a post from this day, last year said…
Maybe it’s time to write it all down.
It’s been a year since I listened to the prodding of the Holy Spirit: I’d heard him for a long time, but finally starting listening a year ago. It wasn’t long after that moment of clarity that I began to experience the same two words over and over in my life.
It’s time to take a leap of faith. It’s time to stop mourning and dance. It’s time to do what God made me to do, not just what God gave me to do.
It’s time to cut myself off from those things I cannot keep in perspective so that I can focus on those things, that with God’s help, I can.
I’m finding my groove. A year, and a ton of laundry later, I can hear my song and actually dance along instead of just watching others do the dancing.
It’s time to shake my groove-thang.