Thoughts Like Raindrops

WATER DROPS ON WHITE

Picture it — Western North Carolina, 2012. It’s a Monday and it’s rainy and you feel like you live in a clichéd Carpenters song. And then you wonder why it couldn’t be Top of the World? Because how fun would that be?

The rain falls outside like a leaky faucet you can’t fix.

Drip.

Drip.

Drop.

The gray clouds hang so low you could reach out and grab a handful and put it in your pocket. Although why you would do that, I don’t know.

The air is slightly cool; not nearly cold enough for mid-January in the mountains…and that makes you so mad you could cuss if you were a cussin’ woman. But you’re not, because your husband is a pastor and that would be in poor taste. That, and cussing is such an uncreative way to express yourself. So for the sake of goodness and brain-boosting power, you try to find other ways to express your disdain for the rain because it’s winter and it should snow already.

And you chuckle out loud to yourself for a second, because you realized you rhymed that last sentence.

Chuckle.

Chuckle.

Guffaw.

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So for me, it’s been a great start to the new year already. Our church started a 21-day Daniel Fast on January 1, and so there’s just six days left. (Not that I’m counting.) I always look forward to the Daniel Fast each year — yes, it’s hard to get off the sugar and all the other foods that are amazing and delicious and make the world go ‘round — but the rewards that come with it are phenomenal.

  • Spiritual life: big leap
  • Overall health & wellbeing: much more energy and clarity
  • Cravings: starting to disappear

But perhaps the main thing that keeps me going for the 21 days and then beyond? Sleep. When I’m doing the Daniel Fast (or any other eating plan where you cut out processed foods and sugar), my sleep is BEYOND AMAZING. It’s deep sleep. Hard sleep. Waking-the-dead sleep. Total-and-complete-shutdown sleep.

One day last week my alarm went off and I pushed snooze. No because it was an “Oh I don’t want to get out of bed, I’m too comfortable” reaction, it was more of a “There’s no possible way whatsoever my body will move at all. Just pushing snooze was more energy than my body had to give, and therefore I need more sleep” reaction.

It’s almost as if my body is making up for the months of insomnia I experienced last summer, and soaking in all the nutrients from food and fresh air from running and just hibernating.

It’s the greatest feeling in the whole entire world.

It’s common knowledge that there are often times I’m so happy to be in bed that I laugh myself to sleep. And it’s also common knowledge that when I make the bed in the morning, I longingly look at it and whisper, “I’ll be back soon” to it. But the past two weeks, there is no moment of opportunity to laugh. My head hits the pillow and I’m out. And the longing looks in the morning are deeper and more heartfelt. I’m literally counting down hours from 3 o’clock on.

Yes, I just wrote about five paragraphs about how much I love sleep.

Sort of a low in my blog life right now.

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So eating well and sleeping well have been fab so far in 2013. And to raise the stakes a little, I’m also exercising regularly. Because yep…I signed up for a race. A 15k (9.something miles). My first (and last) race was almost two years ago and was a half marathon. (I always say, if you’re gonna go — go big. ‘Cuz why not?)

After that kicked my tail and then I just stopped running for a good long while, I realized that I need a significant goal to get me out of the warm bed and away from the DVR and get out there. Because once I’m out there, I am in love with it. I love being totally alone, no distractions, running and hearing my shallow panting and turtle pace and a few birds and just the other day I saw an owl! It flew right in front of me across my path. It was awesome.

The 15k is mid-May, which gives me plenty of time for my body to get into the rhythm again and find my groove.

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I guess what I’m trying to say is I don’t really have a point to this post.

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How about you? How is 2013 treating you so far? What are your goals for this year?

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UPDATE: This just brought all sorts of sunshine to my day. You must read.

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Love y’all.

MDS-SIG-01

Tuesday Randomocity

I kinda sorta had a lot of fun with last Tuesday’s random list of a post — so I think I’m going to do it again.

How exciting for you!

1. A softer edgeWordPress has changed their favicons (the image that shows up with the URL in the address bar). Instead of being just squares, they now have rounded corners. Interesting…but what does it mean?

2. Quack. Greg turned on Duck Dynasty for the first time the other night, and proceeded to watch back-to-back episodes, and then even recorded one. I caught a few minutes of it in between my busy workings on my laptop, and actually chuckled quite a bit. And by a bit, I mean a lot. Who are we??

3. Rainy Days and Mondays. It has rained the last three Mondays in a row. Considering Monday is one of my run-outside-alone days, this has (literally) put a damper on my progress. Looks like I’ll be heading to our clubhouse with Paxton and attempt an elliptical workout that will be interrupted every 5 minutes. “Mommy! Have you seen my Gravedigger monster truck?” “Sure…buddy…be…right…there,” she huffs and puffs while pausing the machine yet. again. Maybe this can be considered interval training?

4. Hilarity. We had good friends in town this weekend, and I highly recommend laughing until you cry. It’s good for the soul. What I don’t recommend is both you and your husband getting sick while said friends are in town. That’s bad for the football-watching party.

5. Boots. It’s a disease. Can’t. stop. looking.

6. Bleach. I accidentally got a red shirt mixed in with a load of whites and guess who has pink t-shirts? Greg. I doused them all in bleach and re-washed them, but I won’t know for another hour how that turned out. Even one of mine got pink’d, so it honestly wasn’t malicious. Just a rookie mistake. (See? I really need hired help around here.)

7. Nails. I bought new nail polish yesterday — one is a black and gun-metal sparkle mix. I really like it in the bottle but haven’t used it yet, because at second glance, I’m beginning to think maybe it looks more like a dirty ashtray.

8. Put a lid on it. Day three of sporting some sort of a cap. I heart you fall.

9. Confession. I sort of snapped at Jaana this morning at the exact moment she was exiting the car to walk into school. It wasn’t a huge thing, but I drove away feeling horrible. I detest starting mornings like that, yet it just always seems to happen. It was this feeling that finally forced me to sign up for Lysa TerKeurst’s No More Unglued Mama Mornings 5-Day Challenge. (Big sigh.)

10. Wetting my palate. Have you ever noticed the more water you drink, the thirstier you are?

Enough of the random. Time for me to wake up the little man and go pick up Jaana for school and do something fun to make up for my unglued morning.

Share some of your randomness with me — it’s only fair!