August 28, 2012 § Leave a comment
The leaves have just begun to change here in the Pacific Northwest. It seems a little early, but it is what it is. And the changing leaves have reminded me of something. I had determined to live a life of change.
I have made a few changes. But it’s not the metamorphosis I was desiring, or expecting. I don’t know if I had higher expectations for myself than I should have, or I was too lazy to live up to my own expectations. But here we are, almost September, and what have I really changed?
Sure, I’m more domestic. I bake more, and I clean more and I cook more. But more often than not I still find myself in pyjamas at 11 a.m. I do spend a bit more time with God, but has it greatly and seriously made a difference in my life? Mostly because I’m not allowing it to. I do spend a bit more time with my kids, but I am still frustrated with them, and I still have days where I want to rip out my hair.
Does this mean I haven’t made the metamorphosis I was desiring? Not necessarily. I am a work in progress. I have realized that I’ve let the metamorphosis go. I haven’t been determined lately to make change. And that needs to change. Change must be made!
I’m not entirely certain what this looks like. But I know it involves working out. Ugh. I hate working out. And I know it involves a possible technology fast. I also know it involves a whole lot of willpower that I seem to have a hard time mustering up. It may also mean moving to a new house in a new location. Who knows? What I do know is that I am unhappy with my progress. I have not done what I set out to do. And that means something must change.
Where will the change take me? Your guess is as good as mine! Lets see where it goes.
August 10, 2012 § 1 Comment
This is my bread. I baked it. I didn’t use a breadmaker, I used my oven. And I did it all by myself.
Those of you who really know me, know that I’m typically not a baker. I don’t enjoy it. I think it’s too precise for me. I enjoy cooking where you add a dash of this and a dash of that and throw it in the oven for 20 minutes. Or maybe 40. Who cares?
I found a recipe for amazing artisan bread on Pinterest. I know… I’ve caught it. The Pinterest bug. There are minutes/hours/days that it completely consumes me. But in my defence, a lot of good things have come from my obsession. Like this amazing artisan bread that I made all by myself. And it was so easy!
4 ingredients. You can’t go wrong with 4 ingredients.
And then you let it rise for 18 hours. Or 19, in my case. And then you put ridiculous amounts of flour on your hands to get it out and turn into a sort of ball. And you let it rest in a heavily floured towel again for 1-2 hours. And then you preheat a really big cast iron dutch oven. And then you put the dough in. And then you bake it. Ta-Dah! Artisan bread.
Anybody else in awe of how easy baking can be? I am.
August 1, 2012 § Leave a comment
This is where I’ve been. Isn’t it gorgeous?
But we’re home now, and back to life. Why does it always seem harder to live right after you get home from a vacation? Whatever the reason, it certainly feels harder. The kids seem more disobedient, the house seems messier, and the chores seem greater. Life seems… busier than it ought to be.
All of this comes on the edge of my DH and I deciding we need to make some life changes to live a more simple life. We don’t want to raise our precious children to think that the only thing to life is technology. Obviously technology is important, but we want them to understand that you can actually grow your own food. And there are people and animals around you who are more important than checking your Facebook page. We want them to understand the value of hard work, and sowing and planting.
And then we went on vacation. To the family farm. Where there are cows, a garden, tractors, and a lot of space for them to run and play. And they adjusted! My precious city kids earned hardened callouses on their feet from playing outside on the gravel driveway barefoot. They learned to pee outside (as I shake my head in shame). They learned to let the dog lick their plates clean. They learned the joy of playing outside with acres and acres of freedom. And they loved every second of it.
A further reminder that city life is not always the life. It’s a life. But perhaps not the life for us.