Every once in a while, I think about quitting my blog, because I would feel like less of a hypocrite.
It might be better if I wasn’t publicly sharing my ideas and opinions that sometimes turn out really badly when I try to practice them for myself on a daily basis.
Take Wednesday, for example. I wrote this post on Tuesday, and believed it with all my heart.
And then I woke up on Wednesday, and it was a horrible day.
Ben was working from early morning till late at night for most of the week, and we barely saw him. We all took turns having the stomach flu. Nasty hormones also insisted on making a flamboyant appearance. I got an email regarding a speaking engagement in February, and really felt as though I was the last person on earth who should be considering even opening my mouth in a public setting.
Everything reached a breaking point on Wednesday.
As I was writing this description, Anika started reading over my shoulder.
She asked, “What was so bad about Wednesday….Oh, yeah. I remember Wednesday.”
When Ben came home late that night, I sat on the couch and bawled. I felt like the worst mother in the entire world. And that stupid blog post I wrote! Soaking in family moments, making happy days, blah, blah, blah. What an earth was I talking about?
And then wisdom and salvation came from two excellent pieces of advice.
As I sat crying on the couch, Ben quoted my dad’s wise words: Don’t look at the crops when it’s raining.
In other words, evaluating my life when I’m sick, exhausted, discouraged and frustrated is not the right time. Wait until everything calms down a bit. Things always get better. Until then, just hang in there and don’t think too much!
Just three little words: Reclaim the day.
Those words offer such hope, don’t they?
Some days just go really badly. Sometimes we make mistakes, and we need to give ourselves a lot of grace.
On days like that, I can be pretty quick to write off the entire day.
“We’re just having a bad day today.”
“I’m feeling sick today.”
“I’m in such a bad mood today.”
What’s with “today”?
Why not give the day a chance? Leave some space for things to turn around?
I remember using this concept when I was in high school. Except I called it “Starting the Day Over”.
There were some days when I just felt yucky about stuff in general. I was having a bad hair day, my outfit that seemed like a cool thing to wear when I put it on in the morning somehow lost its coolness by the time I got to school, bad things happened during the day that left me feeling discouraged about my little teenage life.
So I’d come home, have another shower, redo my hair, put on a different outfit, eat some chocolate, and call my best friend.
Starting the day over. At 5 pm.
I cannot imagine myself going to such lengths to “start the day over” now. (There is no way I’m doing my hair twice in one day.)
But is it ever too late to start things fresh?
I’ve been trying to think of how we might do that around here.
Some time alone, or some fresh air.
Happy music, books and blankets on the couch.
A little pep talk and a different approach.
I have no idea how well it would work, so I won’t make myself into a hypocrite by sounding like I’ve got this whole thing figured out.
I’ll just say that “Reclaiming the Day” is on my mind, and I’m going to try it the next time I’m tempted to sit on my couch crying about the day.
So I will choose to get up and start over. I will be intentional about turning this thing around. And I will keep blogging, even if it means publicly exposing how much I still need to learn!
And now I really need your suggestions!! What might “Reclaim the Day” mean for you?