01/ 17/ 2019
Cory and I decided we wanted to go to bed earlier this year. We’re resisting the Seinfeld siren call and limiting ourselves to one episode a night or forgoing TV in favor of reading or games or talking. It’s been one of the best decisions we’ve ever made.
And yet, here I am, at 10:15 on a Thursday night, sitting on my couch in my living room, clacking away to the sound of the dishwasher swish. I love when the want to write overpowers the want to sleep. I don’t even have anything deep to say, I just know I need to write. Whenever I want to write but didn’t know what to say, I make a list.
I ironed for the majority of the day.
Not because I “had” to, but because I wanted to. I ironed Cory’s jeans and t-shirts, the boys shirts and pants and Millie’s dresses and onesies. As someone who’s taken a serious break from long-distance ironing*, I think I’ve fallen in love again. I know back in the day everyone had a “warshing day” and an “ironing day” because they had to and, honestly, what else was a pioneer going to do? But, MAN ALIVE, I GET IT!!!!
*long-distance ironing is when you iron more than the clothes you need for the day. long-distance ironing is a commitment to creased clothes every day until the next laundry day. long-distance ironing is intoxicating.
Today I went to Target with two things on my list and I left Target with two things in my bag.
I didn’t browse through the racks. I didn’t check out the shoes. I didn’t “accidentally” find myself in the dollar spot and I completely avoided the stationary section. I honestly don’t know the last time this happened and I feel invincible.
Why can’t friendships stay simple?
You like puppies? I like puppies! Let’s be friends. It makes sense that as life gets complicated, so do relationships, but why?
Four. That’s how many books I’ve read so far this year.
I’m reading them faster than I can listen to them and it’s been amazing. Right now I’m very into books that remind me of romantic-comedies. It’s like reading a cheesy Hallmark movie while I fold laundry, wash dishes and feed Millie. Praise be to my Kindle for allowing me to feed a baby and read a book without constantly losing my place or using my foot to hold down the pages. I’ve been there. It’s rough.
Girl Meets World is the best show I have ever seen. EVER.
It’s cheesy and wonderful and the BEST example of loving friendship. Riley and Maya are everything that is good in this world. I HAVEN’T FINISHED YET, SO IF YOU RUIN THE FINALE FOR ME, I WILL RUIN YOU.
Bachelor season is upon us. meh.
I haven’t watched The Bachelor/Ette/In Paradise in a year. It’s such a commitment to what has become mediocre television. I know once I get started, I’d get sucked right in, but look at all this free time I have now! And as evidenced by this list, I would rather spend my time reading cheesy book and watching tween shows.
Flip phone life is honestly wonderful.
As someone who naturally romanticizes situations (remember how I was going to cloth diaper all my children and grow my own vegetables to then mash into puree for them to eat entirely and spotlessly and they would never have food on their shirts or snot on their face? Yeah, me too. lol.) I am being completely sincere when I say IT IS SO GOOD. I’m distracted less (unless it’s a book… then sorry, I can’t hang out I have plans) and I’m focused more and I feel so free. I could probably write an entire coffee table book on how great not having a smart phone is.
I should really get to bed now.
It’s 10:51, I’m exhausted, and while this wasn’t profound, it was exactly what I needed. In high school I took Creative Writing with Mrs. Bean and discovered my voice. Every single day she would say, “Never a day without a line.” Before we left her class she would always remind us the power of one line.
One simple line. Not a novel. Not an epiphany.
Just one little line. That’s all it takes. That’s all I need.
Just a small thought every day and I know I’ll find my way to words again.