You're not a tree

A friend wrote a little Ditty last week called "You're Not a Tree"
It essentially goes
If you don't like where you are, Get off your ass and change....
You can be wherever you want to be, because you're not a tree.

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You know when you get those moments where a simple (sometimes silly) statement like that blindsides you?

I'm not a tree. I have control over the floors. It's not the forest floor that I can't rake up the leaves around me.
If I'm unhappy with the clutter, then I need to get rid of it.
No excuses.
I am unhappy with my social life, so I should just ask one of my sitters and go out.
No excuses. 

I'm not a tree. I can move on and I can fix a lot of what is wrong with my life.
And so I shall.

Why do we do it to ourselves!

If you wrote down everything you're supposed to do on a regular basis, and all the things you're peripherally involved in, would the total list shock you?

I KNOW I am over-committed. Totally. That's pretty why I don't watch TV. But I LOVE everything I do. I'm not giving up my coffee team. I'm NOT giving up helping friends with small businesses. I'm NOT giving up my 'down' time of gaming. I can't give up housework, parenting and quality time with friends that need me.

I live in Chaos - Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome
So I'm taking my flylady baby steps, and maybe I'll discover I'm not over-committed, I'm just more resourceful than I thought when I'm organised and decluttered.

One on One

I'm finding playgroup more and more difficult to cope with.
Am I too jaded having done playgroup for so many years?? Is it just my current "Leave me alone!" state of mind that makes it difficult to cope with more than one person in a conversation right now?

Or have we lost the art of polite group conversation... Have *I* lost that art?
More interestingly, why is it that Playgroup is the only regular time I can think of that I meet and converse with more than one person at a time. Where is my village!

I'm a slack ass Blogger

I blog in my head, almost constantly.
But being a single mother of three... Life Ain't so easy to blog and POST it.
Yes, I said single. No, I don't want to talk about it.

So I was sold a car by a friend who lives interstate with the promise of "It just needs new tyres and maybe front brakes."

Front Wheel Bearings, Four new tyres, four new brakes, four new shock absorbers, a new windscreen, cooling system work, new muffler and new seals later... It's almost ready to be roadworthied. #facepalm

Not really their fault, I should have gotten it checked before I bought it. But it's taken all my savings and then some.

And then... They sell my house out from under me.

So now I have to find bond to cover a new place until I get it back from here.

Despite all this... brokenness, chaos, poverty and pain, I'm choosing to be joyful.

Hey atleast I had savings, right? And now I have a car that WILL keep on rolling.
I have amazing friends helping me find somewhere new to live that will be a huge blessing, and doing work on my car to reduce mechanic labour costs. I have amazing parents helping me afford a safe, clean, mould-free place to live with my kids. I have an amazing Bestie, who listens so patiently and is so gentle with her timely applications of reframing concrete and the reality stick adjustments to my perspective.
I have an amazing God; who takes the Stuff I don't want.
Pain about my broken relationship that may or may not be healed? God, take it. I don't want to nurse this right now. I can't change it, just... Take it.
Worry about finances? Not helpful and destructive to my sleep patterns! Here God, YOU HAVE IT!
Fear about the future... OH SO don't want that. All yours God.

Funny thing is, when I choose to hand it over, the good and the bad; When I lay down my life and say here God, take it... He does. He heals, He soothes, He LOVES.
I can be joyful in the midst of the horror of my life (which is MY fault, not HIS!) because I have a Daddy God who never fails me.

This Thing called De-Cluttering

 

I'm 
beginning 
to think... 

I have a little problem.





My mind is cluttered. My kitchen is cluttered. My wardrobe is cluttered.
My CAR is cluttered. Bathroom, glassware cabinet... all cluttered.

All the things I consider to be very ME... are cluttered.
No wonder I find it SO DARN HARD to simplify things, throw away things I don't need and make space. As soon as space is made it is filled again! grr!

I AM Cluttered!!

Is it possible to declutter when you don't know how to be any other way? It's not just stuff, it's apparently a big part of who I am. Terrifying.

I've declared to myself *this year* I will get a handle on things.
I will fling and Fling and FLING until I can see benchtops clear for more than an hour, until I can FIND my favourite lipstick and eldest girlchild will always know where to find a hairbrush on school mornings.

Want to know the kicker? I'm looking into a job managing or working full time in an opshop. *cue gales of laughter* Wish me luck and PRAY FOR ME!!!

Homewreckers

Before you ragequit the blog, please read disclaimer at the bottom eh?

I am sad that I am so upset about this that I need to make the following statements. This should not be happeneing in my community. It shouldn't be happening in my personal life. I cannot believe it's still going on and everyone involved, except me, is turning a blind eye and tsk tsking in private without SAYING ANYTHING.



I don't care if he needed your love because his wife was an evil bitch.

I don't care if she needed some support as her husband or boyfriend was always working.

If you're doing something you wouldn't do infront of the partner, or your parents-
DON'T BLOODY DO IT. IT'S CALLED CHEATING.

I don't care if no one will ever know. The truth always comes out. And a half truth causes as much if not more damage when it's brought to light.
I don't care if your friend who is a homewrecker thinks they are doing the right thing. DON'T CONDONE IT.

If you're being cheated on, ask for support! It's NOT your fault. There is no shame on you for refusing to be devalued and possibly having your health put at risk. You're worth so much more.

We clear? Now the disclaimer. I'm not innocent. I'm no homewrecker and have never ever gone after someone else's man. I admit to cheating on my boyfriend when I was a teen though, so I'm not sticking a halo on. However; If a friend comes to me and admits what they're done is wrong and they need support in outing themselves to the wronged party, then I AM all support. Love your friends. Don't love what they are doing... ok? cool.