I Put A Spell On You

In the last few weeks, it seems like a switch that was stuck in the off position turned itself back on. Like a curtain was pulled back and I can see the sunshine again. There is no other way to describe it. I went from darkness into the light. I feel like I broke a spell that had been cast on me.
Since this has happened, I have more energy. I am eating healthier. My home is cleaner. I've reconnected with my spiritual discipline. Its not that I am doing anything greatly different, its just happening naturally and organically. I feel more positive about everything, and its like I am bursting at the seams to share the joy I feel with the rest of the world.
I can't explain it, its just happened. I am enjoying it however, and praying that this lasts. Its an exciting proposition, because while I have felt like this before, its been shortlived. I've let the mundane, day to day business overwhelm me and stop enjoying my life. I like the fact that I have balance now, and while I may not be quite "there" yet, I am definately on the journey.

Our great pool tour took a break yesterday. It was much too hot to go anywhere yesterday. I mean, hot and miserable. Storms did roll in last night, but nothing major. Speaking of things rolling in yesterday, the princess stopped by out of the blue. Despite the fact that she lives in town, she had not seen her nephew since my birthday in May. So yesterday, she came to visit while she was on a break from work. I had given myself a pedicure earlier in the day, and was in the process of painting my toenails a very cool glittery purple. I finished them up while we were visiting. Very different from the usual hot pink or red toenails that I sport.

Today, we may be going to Wild Water West. I haven't ever been there, but the Little Man has from camp, etc. And he loves it. I am actually more nervous about driving there than I am about going. Silly, huh? But its the fact that I've never driven there myself and its going on a bit of a country road. It will be fine.

The other thing that I've had on my mind is why my house tends to look like a tornado hit it, and I've realized its the lack of picking up after ourselves. We are all guilty of it. And its a hard habit to break. Its much easier to be passive about things. But here is a fresh start. I am actually excited about it now. I am excited to get things going all over again, and having a fresh slate. I really do think that the playroom will make a difference on the main level. Then there is the space downstairs, that is underutilized. It was originally going to be our family room, except the puppy dog refused to go down there, and then got into trouble being left alone up here. So, we have to change things up a little bit, and make the best of it. I have storage space for my craft supplies, and that will prevent clutter from accumulating.

I have a definite love/hate relationship with stuff. On one hand, I like having nice things. On the other hand, I can't stand clutter. So, I go back and forth with the clutter and things. I like clean open spaces, but lets be realistic, I have a family and we actually LIVE in our house. Its not a museum or a showroom. I would never win any awards from decorating magazines, and that's ok. I'd rather have laughter and happiness abounding anyway. Growing up in a house where there are plastic runners or rooms that are off limits isn't any fun. Also, I go back and forth between cleaning and living. There are people who are obsessed with keeping the house clean, and they definately aren't any fun to be around. Yes, you should have a reasonably tidy home, but when you pass tidy and go around the bend to obsessiveness, then there is a problem.

I need to find that balance, and its actually harder than I thought. I know that once I regain my living room (today is the day!), it will all fall into place. Once I broke that spell, it seems like anything and everything is possible. Hope is one of the greatest gifts we can give our children.