The Second Trip

There I was, again, hauling my purse, some groceries, a book, my water bottle, and a jacket up the steps into my apartment as I struggled to find the key so I could get inside as soon as possible. Got it! Dropped it. Shoot. I maneuvered into an epic squat to get the key while balancing my load, praying that I didn’t drop anything else. Got the key! Dropped the book. I stood up and unlocked the door. As I stepped through the entryway, I kicked the book over threshold. Yes! I’ve done it again!

I cannot tell you how many times this is exactly how I entered my apartment, and how many times since becoming a mom that that list has also included a car seat or a baby on my hip. I’m notorious for trying to get everything into the house in one trip. In college, this meant that I would walk up two flights of stairs with 15+ grocery bags cutting off the circulation to my hands. Why should I come back to get a few when I could just take them all at once? As a new mom, this means that I often have a diaper bag on one shoulder, a baby on the other, a water bottle in one hand, a jacket, a hat, my sunglasses, and whatever else I can grab or stuff on top of the bag.

How has any of this helped me? Well, I can do a killer squat, and my legs look fantastic, but my hamstrings are ALWAYS sore. But seriously, in recent months, I’ve discovered that my need to get everything in at once is the same approach I take to many things in life. I have to get it all in in one day, one weekend, one lifetime. Sometimes that means that I jam so many things into one day that my family is too tired and cranky to enjoy anything by the end of it. But usually this means that I’m just convinced that I can do a lot more that I can, or even need to do.

When I was young, I often tried to do this type of thing, but my mom would gently remind me to take a second trip. “Take what you can handle on the first trip,” she would say, “and come back for what you couldn’t get the first time.” Sometimes you have to make more than one, more than two, or three trips, but the point is that it still gets into the house, and it may take more time, but you’re under a lot less stress because of it.

That’s what I really want this blog to be about. Realizing that we can’t do it all and that that is okay. It’s going to be a journey for me, but I hope that I can get to a point where I am happy with the things I’m doing. It would also be nice to help others gain that realization too–I know I’m not the only one who has this problem.

I guess a main reason I’ve decided to start this blog is because of one of my favorite scriptures from Matthew 5:14-16:

14 Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid.

15 Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house.

16 Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.

I would like to start showing what light I have to offer. I have talents in writing, and I’ve learned a few things in this little life of mine, so I’m happy to be taking this chance. Come along and let’s all feel better about our lives!

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