It seems like my bravery knows no bounds. I'm popping the question in the grocery store, at the library, at the optometrist. And now I'm asking you. Wanna be on my mailing list? There's a FREE Newsletter involved! Mmm, juicy.
My first button attempt. The HTML editor in Blogger is being a bit squirrely, jumping around in "compose" mode, adding hard returns... But it works! I think. Try it! I will send you cool things.
My first newsletter is coming together nicely. I'm aiming for June. Send me "you can do it!" vibes for June. June, June, June!
This is the time of year for planning the next school year among homeschoolers, so the new school schedule and focus are being discussed, the "Mommy will be working some of the time" idea is being integrated, and we're going to use the summer to get used to some good new habits and re-visit good old habits.
In concept, all of it is desirable. The question is always of balance, and I think making sure we're all in synch is the key. My unschooler's heart is bucking at the idea of times for things, but I can't be all I need to be for five people (including myself) if I have to repeat meetings, meals and clean-ups. No, no, no.
The new sheriff in town says no. And this new sheriff is like a twin self. Not quite me yet, but lurking around, poking me to speak up when I have to. Prompting me to get moving, eat greens, go to bed. This is the me with the great boundaries who has been stifled under a "good girl" facade. "Good girl" doesn't really work as a mommy identity. Or as a wife, ultimately. What works is pleasant but firm care for children, and pleasant but firm care of self as a wife.
I also can't just plow through life. I have to stop and breathe sometimes. So I am. Literally stopping and breathing. It is very good.
We are hitting the road this summer, camping along the way. I can't wait to see my mom, there's a huge family reunion out West, and we can be in the mountains a bit. It's going to rock. There is so much to do before we go.
I like the concept of a clean slate. To wit, I'm purging the house. After so many baby years, running our business from home, hurricanes, moving NYC down and Mom dropping so much of her house here, mourning, and the economic downturn causing scramble everywhere, the house is just boogley. Full of stuff I don't even relate to anymore. If I was going shopping, I wouldn't buy it again. That kind of stuff. It has to go. Preferably before we road trip this summer. I want to come back to simplicity itself. Ahh. I love just thinking about it!
To review: June newsletter. No is a perfectly nice word. Organizational clarity is good. Breathing deeply is gorgeous. Letting go is peace itself. Sign up for my mailing list. Yay!