365: Body, Mind, Spirit | Week 51

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When I started this project in January, I thought for sure I would fly through the reading and flounder when it came to walking. The opposite happened. I’m not going to give myself a hard time about the reading because it’s not like I never read, and to focus on what I didn’t do would take away from the walking which was huge for me.

I have only one week left, and I’m starting to think about what I’m going to do next year. I’m going to keep walking, definitely, but I’m going to stop taking pictures of my feet. Hallelujah.

Because I don’t want to get out of the habit of walking, I’m still going to take daily pictures. This time I will focus on the scenery. It’s symbolic, really. Next year I will focus on looking forward, looking up.

This past week was okay, but the weekend was terrible. I had yet another migraine, this one lasting three days. I did the math, and during the last 30 days, I’ve had a migraine 27% of the time. During the last 20 days, I’ve had a migraine 40% of the time. This is no good. I’ve narrowed it down to three culprits.

Stress

I’m a naturally anxious person, and this year has been particularly stressful due to issues outside my immediate family, the Mister traveling a lot, me taking on so much responsibility at school, and just my natural talent for being a yes person. Nice segue into culprit number 2.

Commitments

I say yes too often and no not enough. I show poor time management and procrastinate. I’m not very organized. I know that last one may surprise you, but when it comes to the boys’ school and schedules, I really am a bit of a disaster. I also hang onto things–and people–I shouldn’t out of, I don’t know, a sense of loyalty, maybe? This year I started eliminating people (family, “friends”) from my life who, for many reasons, were just no good for me. It hasn’t been easy, but there are only so many times I can forgive/forget someone betraying me or gossiping about me before their act of commission becomes my sign of permission. The Mister said it best: “There’s no rule that says you have to be friends forever.”

Health

My diet needs some cleaning up. I’ve been skipping meals again and eating too many sweets and snack foods. I don’t sit down for meals. I’ve been toying with the idea of abstaining from sugar, but that’s a slippery slope for me. The reason I’m considering it is because the last time I abstained from sugar is the longest I have ever gone without a migraine. (18 months)

I also need to sleep more. I’m not getting nearly enough, and my excuses are poor. I like to stay up late. It’s my quiet time; my time to read.

What That Means for 2014

Heck if I know! I’m still brainstorming, though right now “William Morris the Hell Out of Myself” sounds catchy. (joke) All I know is that I’m ready for the new year to begin.

Song of the Week

Hallelujah — Jeff Buckley

365: Body, Mind, Spirit | Week 50

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50 weeks! I’ve walked every day of 50 weeks and that means the year is almost to a close. I can’t believe it.

Lots of late walks this week for reasons I can’t now recall. Knowing me, procrastination and poor time management played a part. As the year draws to a close, I’m wondering what I will do next year, or if I will just take a break from schedules and projects. It’s not likely. The truth is, I’m a project/task person. I do well with assignments and to-do lists and flounder when I don’t have direction or goals.

I won’t give up my daily walks, that much I know. I’m afraid, though, that if I don’t photograph them or have some sort of accountability then I’ll start skipping days.

One of the ideas I’m considering is an updated William Morris Project. My Little Things month in October went well. I finally did all those little things that make such a big difference, rather than focusing on the big tasks like I was in the past. This idea is, in part, inspired by a link Rebecca sent to me over the weekend called Eight Things You Can Live Without.

Well. We’ll see. I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m going to do, but I haven’t ironed out the logistics. I definitely won’t post daily or even 5 days per week on decluttering/simple living. I know myself, and I could never, ever in a million years write about the same thing day after day after day. I mean, look at today’s post. It was supposed to be about my walks!

Today is my first day in the library after decorating it for Christmas. I can’t wait to hear what the kids think.

365: Body, Mind, Spirit | Week 49

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Last week was supposed to be vacation? Mikey did a book report the entire week, and as much as I hate to dampen his creativity and expansive ideas, next time the kid’s drawing a picture and calling it a day. For five of those days, we had my father in-law staying with us. No problem, except I don’t think a person flies across the country to watch someone do homework. And when my sister in-law arrived at the end of the week: major, major migraine. I missed most of her time here…and my birthday.

Despite this, Thanksgiving was great. I had a breakfast with my mom and brother. I made a quiche and cinnamon rolls, both of which were delicious. (Maybe not the cinnamon rolls, but I’m not a fan of cinnamon rolls. They were for the Mister, a Super Fan.) There was absolutely no drama. It was calm and relaxing and fun. The boys played football with their uncle. My mom cleaned the kitchen. The Mister and I put up Christmas decorations. Thanksgiving brunch may become a new tradition around here.

365: Body, Mind, Spirit | Week 47

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Whoa! The weather changed. On Monday I was out walking in a pair of short sweats and a t-shirt. On Tuesday I put on my long pants. On Wednesday I wore my pants and long sleeves. On Thursday I walked in the pouring rain. The rain just never let up. I went out mid-day so I would at least have some light. On Friday I took stock of the damage from Thursday’s storm. That fallen tree branch gave me pause. I knew it was bad, but I didn’t think it was that bad. Saturday and Sunday were great. Sweatshirt weather, but not terribly cold. I probably could have done without the sweatshirt, but I can toss my iphone in the pocket. Convenient!

Some comments from Instagram:

That 2nd picture is of a plastic Santa’s belly. Ho, Ho, Ho! Christmas is almost here.

I really like those pink hedge flowers in the 3rd picture. I’ve never seen anything like them before and don’t know what they’re called.

As for the loan black shoe in the 6th picture, am I the only one who sees one shoe in the road and immediately thinks serial killer or kidnapping?

Song of the Week


Restless Heart
– Matt Hires

365: Body, Mind, Spirit | Week 46

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There is an older man on my street who at one point was very tall, perhaps 6’3″ or 6’4″. Now, with age and a stoop and a shuffle, he’s about 6′, which means he still towers over me. He walks every evening. I walked late the last week, so I saw him around the neighborhood. I’ve seen him all year off and on, but this week there was no denying we were on the same schedule. I was walking behind him on my way home (we live four houses apart) when I realized how tall he is. I’ve never been so close to him before.

“I’m not as fast as I used to be,” he said over his shoulder. “Feel free to pass me up.”

“I’m not in any hurry.”

I made it to my driveway and was aware of that awkward moment where two people who see each other all the time but don’t really know each other are about to part ways. I debated it for a second before I turned around and said, “Okay, see you tomorrow!”

He smiled and said, “Same time, same station.”

Hi! I’m Jules.

I used to be an attorney, but it made me grumpy. Now I write about life, sweet and savory, as a wife and mother to two small boys. My knowledge of dinosaurs knows no bounds.

You can read more, including the meaning behind the name Pancakes and French Fries here. And, yes, I really am phenomenally indecisive.