focus on the strawberries.

we've all been in the same situation:

long flight, crying baby, helpless mother, eye rollers galore, sensitive & compassionate human traveling who empathizes with said helpless mother.

hell, i've been all of them.

do you notice how the first question we ask the crying child (who often can communicate most powerfully through crying),

'what's wrong?'

when someone's having a bad day, week, month, we continue to ask 'what's wrong?' thinking we'll get to the root of the issue.

when things aren't going your way, you ask yourself 'what's wrong?'

why do we bring attention and focus to all of the things that are making us upset, sad, angry, resentful when we are already all of those things?

what if when we traveled with crying children, we instead focused on the AWE-some earth we see below us, or the clouds we get to fly through, or the sky in which we are so high?

what if instead of steaping in all of those things we no longer want to feel, we brought attention to all of the things that just are?

or, better yet: what if, instead of making ourselves more of what we already are (angry, resentful, yucky), we declare all of the things we want to feel or be when we get through it?

because, for the most part, we do. we get through the sadness we feel when we lose something or someone (and yes, it often takes time), we get through the blowout fights with spouses, we get though the crucial conversations with best friends, co-workers, managers. we do...we are, after all, very resilient beings.

what if, just like the crying child on my flight today, we focused on the beautiful strawberries in the book that the mother used as a distraction, or the opportunity we have to travel (and come home to a family I adore), or the choice we can make to sit in our sorrows or overcome with more zeal?

i'd much prefer to focus on the things i'll learn or the feelings i'd like to feel instead of pouring more salt into the wound.

no, that doesn't mean i'm giving two thumbs up to ignorance or not feeling the pain, i'm just convinced that gratitude and happiness can overcome a whole lot of 'bad' in the world.

and since i'm all about increasing the gratitude and happiness metric, next time, i'll ask, 

'hey, what's right?'

maybe that will give space to talk about how red the strawberries are, or how blue the sky is. 

a house is not a home...

we've lived in our place for about 7 months now. we've now lived in our eco-friendly, super-modern, clean-lined rental house for longer than we have left on our lease. 7 months of unique storage options, a wardrobe (and not a built-in closet), radiant-floor heating, a rain-catching water barrel and just the bare necessities for our life.

closets have been cleaned out, clothes donated, furniture sold on craigslist and dressers bought that both of us can live with. the mister built a kick-a** dining table (that's still not finished - more to come on this) and we've hung some art (my favorite being kid art). we've shed layers we haven't needed, which has felt good.

somehow, though, we still have boxes that haven't been unpacked and homes for quite a few things have yet to be found. oh, and did i mention that this 'really cool' space (that my mister was hesitant about to begin with) is a loft? LOFT with a toddler and a husband who loves watching movies and TV well-past midnight?

our house is never perfectly put together. but something i do value is a house that feels comfortable, that's cozy, that's clean, that's beautiful. you know, those photos you see on instagram of peoples' homes that make you envious but you say to yourself 'yeah, right. that NEVER happens in real life.' well, you see, usually, that's what our home is like. it's something i value because it's grounding and gives foundation. you can keep up a house, make it beautifully lived-in and organized even when you have a toddler. it doesn't always have to be a mess.

we have yet to settle in, though. we have yet to create a routine in our home. we have put so many things off, left projects incomplete because this house is not our home.

march will not be here soon enough and we will find a home to settle in. a cozy, perfect-for-us home.

i cannot wait.

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