Ever have those mornings when you wake up and just know within your very soul that you have to start making some changes? I had one of those mornings this morning.
I’m a list person. I say that in full knowledge that can come as both a gift and a curse. There are times when I need to get stuff done, kick my undisciplined ass in gear and make some changes. Then, there are times when I need to realize that I’m covered in Grace and no list can get me further or closer to God than I am right now.
But this morning, I realized there was a change that needed to be made. I have gotten in a rut with my creativity. I’m talking my creativity in everything.
I used to sing. I still sing, but I used to sing for people that didn’t poop their pants or need me to puree their food. At church, in bars, at weddings, even on Franklin Street, Chapel Hill with my friend Bo. This is a song I wrote and recorded with my buddy Scott Cash, and it doesn’t seem that long ago… but oh man, it really was.
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Now, I sing RARELY at best and it usually involves songs about Bud falling asleep or his diaper activities. Yesterday we kept singing, “I’m poopin’ and I know it” instead of “I’m sexy and I know it”…. I can actually see the child therapy bills forming.
I used to play with my husband. I do love me some snuggle time some nights and vegging on the couch with my hubbs, I don’t want to forget how to play with my best friend. Cards? Board games? Strip poker? No? Too far? I need to love my husband more creatively.
So, no more status quo for this girl. I want to make sure that when I look back at my life, I don’t want to see endless Friday Night Light reruns (I can at least cut down to like, 2 a week right? I CAN QUIT ANYTIME I WANT!) or my butt imprint on the couch. Or even worse, for every sentence to my son to start with, “You know your mama USED to _______”. I’d rather him SEE that I’m living my passions, join me in them, and know for himself that he can’t vicariously live his life through the TV. We can’t drown in excuses for why we’re not living so well its hard to catch our breath, because that’s what we’re designed for. Lets grab our inhalers and try to be breathless a bit more. Join me won’t you?
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