When I don’t get sleep I don’t function well physically or emotionally.  Luckily, my sweet husband knows this and is very accommodating.  Last night he took them all to Incredible Pizza for several hours.  I was home alone and intended to sleep but didn’t, so I shut myself into my bedroom and put in a movie (Into the Wild).  I chose my bedroom b/c it was the only clean room in the house and I couldn’t really rest otherwise.  I watched it dozed in and out of sleep and still went to bed by 9:45pm.

Today I felt great and thought it was like setting a reset button on my body to go back to normal I guess.  Then I started thinking I have a bunch of different reset buttons, but none of them are for the same situation.  And really I’m only recently coming aware of what they are and when to use them.

One of my reset buttons is, like yesterday, being by myself. Especially now in my life, I crave alone time.  This can mean alone at home or alone outside of home.  It’s hard to be alone at home though b/c I always feel that there is something that needs to be done. But staying in the bedroom yesterday proved very benefiial – I need to remember that.

Another reset button is my time with God. Just being by myself, reading his Word and talking with Him. Seems so easy, I don’t know why I don’t press this button more.

Nature is another one.  I crave nature.  Sometimes my backyard is enough, but sometimes I need to go on a trail, see nothing but trees, or be by some water.

Another one is being with my girlfriends.  I have been blessed with some a-mazing girlfriends. The kind that inspire, encourage and just love on me.  Who wouldn’t be reset after being around that!

So what’s some other reset buttons?

John grew up differently – every holiday requires one or two cards.  A humorous one and a sentimental card.  A couple of years ago, we spent $65 on just Mother’s Day cards.  This included mine, grandmothers and great grandmothers; then each got one from the grand kids and the son, or from John and the boys and then sometimes one funny and one sentimental.  I don’t get it.

What I especially don’t get is when people cry at cards. I know this may sound harsh, but they didn’t write the card– why are you crying?  I’m going to stop there, b/c I know who you are that do cry — I’m not judging you – I just don’t get it.

Between me and John though, it has changed gift giving over the years now that we know each others feelings about cards.  He doesn’t give me as many cards as he used to – and I’m glad, I really hope that it is somehow freeing for him.  (:  And on my end, I have taken the boys to pick out a card for his birthday or other occasion and I don’t mind as much because I know he appreciates it.

HOWEVER, there has been a Hallmark card that has spoken to me given to me by John. (i always have exceptions ot my rules)   Here’s the words:

Picture This:

You and I, years and

years from now,

cruising along some coastal

highway with the top down,

stereo blasting,

the wind whipping our hair.

Whatever we want to do,

we do it.

No agenda, no schedule,

nobody else to worry about.

We travel the country,

buying silly T-shirts

ans sending postcards,

stopping at tiny roadside cafes

in search of the

world’s best

blueberry pie.

No hurry. No rush.

Relaxing in the comfort of a lifetime of companionship.

You and I…

lovers, friends, partners

on this road of life.

Happy Birthday.

Yeah – it gets me every time I read it.  It’s in my jewelry drawer and I can’t help reading it every time I open the drawer.  I really do love the season of life (chaos) we’re in now, but do so yearn for the season that looks like this card with just me and my man…and I don’t even like blueberry pie.

Not to Blog:

• I feel like I don’t make sense ever, not in conversation but much less in any form of written word.
• It’s trendy- everyone and their Grandma has a blog.
• Who would read it – I’ve gotten over this now b/c that’s not my point.

To Blog:

• I feel like I have things I want to remember and may want to share.
• To learn something new – I feel like it would help my brain…at least it wouldn’t hurt it.
• I want to.

I don’t have a good idea of what it’s going to look like yet. But I’d assume it will reflect the season of life I’m in now and things that I love.