I have been reading the Konmari book this week. While I probably am not going to thank my handbag and my clothes at the end of each day, it did give me some insight about myself. I have always said my environment needed to be comforting. I have called my home my coccoon. I like my nest to be feathered. I have been missing that. I want a home that is inviting. While I realize that I will never entertain lots of people in my home, I still want that option if I chose to. For whatever reason I felt “at home” in the house we were in last year. Leaving that house ripped me apart. This house doesn’t feel like home. Any time I have mentioned having anyone over Mr. P has suggested we just all go out instead. I think that is part of what is contributing to my feelings of being unsettled. Everything about this house screams rental house. It was purchased by the owner as an investment to BE a rental house. It is also on a narrow, one way loop with a steep driveway. There is no place for a guest to park even if I did invite someone over,
I also feel unsettled at work. I am no longer an employee of the company, but I am not considered by the company to be an agent. At Tuesday’s big meeting Guy and Young Guy were represented in a photo as the top listing team in the company. I contributed to that but I wasn’t included in the photo that was shown on the screen. It’s like I don’t exist.
At least in recognizing what is causing these feelings I think I can do something, maybe to combat them.
Thanks for being my sounding board.
I’ve had transition and temporary months in my life a number of times. We move six times the first three years we were married and all those years ago that involved opening and closing bank accounts and everything else. I had to make new friends, navigate new cities, pack and repack. Everything was temporary and sometimes I wanted to collapse and wail about it not being fair.
Pregnancy was temporary–I had clothes that I only wore then and twice I moved across country while pregnant. The third time we had that opportunity–to move across country when I was six months pregnant, I put down my foot and we didn’t go. It was just too much.
But, if I looked it all as an adventure, a stepping stone, a temporary situation that would bring blessings I couldn’t imagine, I could get through it a little better.
For the most part, you’re free right now. Those six moves meant my best friend and confidant had to be my husband–I didn’t know anyone else. Our marriage solidified early because we had to depend on each other.
I found I liked being pregnant and only have six things to choose from when I got dressed in the morning. I loved the temporary apartment where the boys had three boxes of toys and I only had four dishes to wash. That can be advantages.
Don’t know if this helps or not, but gaining insight into the whys can sometimes help us navigate the emotions. Blessings, always.
For the first 14 years of our marriage, we lived in apartments. I knew people had lived in each apartment before us, & others would live there after us. But I determined to make each apartment “our home”. God prompted me to seek to feel content with what we had, & to add the touches that I could. (One touch we added: Although the walls were always stark white, we put up strippable borders in each room.)
One thing those kinds of books or articles don’t seem to mention (or do they?) is that unless we live alone, we have to bend to the likes & habits of others, such as our hubbies. My dear hubby likes to have his stuff out & around where he can see it, whereas I would prefer to have those things put away. We’ve been married 29 years, & I still can’t have my/our bedroom the way I would like it.
Kim, I too am living in a place where I can’t entertain. Here I am, finally married, finally able to have a couple over and be part of a couple, but there’s no room to seat more than our family comfortably, and other issues that make it tricky. But for now, the most I can have over is two at a time, and that only if the girls aren’t home. (Well, if the weather is nice we can eat on the deck. But I had more entertaining options when I was single, and I miss that.)
Kim, I own an e-book in PDF format entitled Complete, and, though it is a 21-day devotional, I sat down and read the whole book in one day this week. You know some of the insecurities I have, and feelings of worthlessness. Well, this book helped so much in getting me to look at my problems from a truly biblical perspective, and reminded me of how I am complete in Christ, no matter what happens in life.
The author is Arabah Joy, and you can find ordering information for that book and others of hers, here, if you’re interested: http://arabahjoy.com/my-book/
Also from the same author, I recently bought Trust Without Borders: A 40 Day Devotional Journey to Deepen, Strengthen, and Stretch Your Faith in God. I haven’t started that one yet, but it sounds like another good one.
There are links to Amazon at the above link, where you can take a peek inside those books for a sample of what’s in them.
And about the KonMari method, I enjoyed that book, too (for the most part), as I pointed out recently. But it’s forced me to come face to face with all the stuff we have — a daunting load to try to tackle.
Yesterday, being really tired most of the day (until evening), I had this hugely overwhelming feeling that there was just too much to do, and I could not even begin to think of what was the most important thing to get started on. Having it all stare me in the face is paralyzing.
So I walked up the hill behind our house, to the edge of the woods where we have a little “lookout” built, and I sat there praying, asking God what I should do. I asked Him for three things:
guidance to identify where to start energy to begin the task stamina to see it through to the end
When I finished praying, I just sat, taking in nature around me, thanking God for the beauty in His creation.
Then a pesky fly came along, and after a few times trying to swipe it away, I decided that was enough of that. 😉
I realized as I walked back down the hill to the house that I still did not know what I would do first when I got back inside. But it came to me after only a minute or two, and the feeling of desperation that I’ll never get anything done was gone, and I found I did indeed receive God’s guidance, and the energy to start the job.
I mentally broke the task into 14 doable parts, and doing one part per day, it will be done in two weeks. I can live with that, and intend to keep praying for the stamina to finish the job, one day at a time, which God in His grace gave me for yesterday’s part.
There’s just enough grace for each day, is there not? One day at a time.
I don’t know if this will help anyone, and sorry for the book, but thought I’d pass it along anyway.
I am under the weather today. Woke up dizzy almost like vertigo. Went back to bed for several hours (unheard of around here) and then slept some more. No reason I can think of. So prayer for wisdom, as always. Thanks.
Please pray for that little six-year-old girl, Dakotah, whom I’ve mentioned before. She almost died late last year, & she is again in ICU with bacterial double pneumonia.
Prayers for you, Donna and Mumsee, and for Dakotah, Karen.
Kim, I hope the book is a blessing to you. I don’t necessarily recommend you read it one day, though, as I did — I sometimes get a little obsessive. 🙂 I think I will go back and reread it a day at a time, and do the journaling activities — more can probably be gotten out of it that way, is my guess.
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I have been reading the Konmari book this week. While I probably am not going to thank my handbag and my clothes at the end of each day, it did give me some insight about myself. I have always said my environment needed to be comforting. I have called my home my coccoon. I like my nest to be feathered. I have been missing that. I want a home that is inviting. While I realize that I will never entertain lots of people in my home, I still want that option if I chose to. For whatever reason I felt “at home” in the house we were in last year. Leaving that house ripped me apart. This house doesn’t feel like home. Any time I have mentioned having anyone over Mr. P has suggested we just all go out instead. I think that is part of what is contributing to my feelings of being unsettled. Everything about this house screams rental house. It was purchased by the owner as an investment to BE a rental house. It is also on a narrow, one way loop with a steep driveway. There is no place for a guest to park even if I did invite someone over,
I also feel unsettled at work. I am no longer an employee of the company, but I am not considered by the company to be an agent. At Tuesday’s big meeting Guy and Young Guy were represented in a photo as the top listing team in the company. I contributed to that but I wasn’t included in the photo that was shown on the screen. It’s like I don’t exist.
At least in recognizing what is causing these feelings I think I can do something, maybe to combat them.
Thanks for being my sounding board.
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I wonder if turning the prism and looking at the situation from a slightly different angle could help. Here’s a blog post about “marking time,” that came to my mind: http://michelleule.com/2012/11/06/the-three-answers-to-prayer/
I’ve had transition and temporary months in my life a number of times. We move six times the first three years we were married and all those years ago that involved opening and closing bank accounts and everything else. I had to make new friends, navigate new cities, pack and repack. Everything was temporary and sometimes I wanted to collapse and wail about it not being fair.
Pregnancy was temporary–I had clothes that I only wore then and twice I moved across country while pregnant. The third time we had that opportunity–to move across country when I was six months pregnant, I put down my foot and we didn’t go. It was just too much.
But, if I looked it all as an adventure, a stepping stone, a temporary situation that would bring blessings I couldn’t imagine, I could get through it a little better.
For the most part, you’re free right now. Those six moves meant my best friend and confidant had to be my husband–I didn’t know anyone else. Our marriage solidified early because we had to depend on each other.
I found I liked being pregnant and only have six things to choose from when I got dressed in the morning. I loved the temporary apartment where the boys had three boxes of toys and I only had four dishes to wash. That can be advantages.
Don’t know if this helps or not, but gaining insight into the whys can sometimes help us navigate the emotions. Blessings, always.
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For the first 14 years of our marriage, we lived in apartments. I knew people had lived in each apartment before us, & others would live there after us. But I determined to make each apartment “our home”. God prompted me to seek to feel content with what we had, & to add the touches that I could. (One touch we added: Although the walls were always stark white, we put up strippable borders in each room.)
One thing those kinds of books or articles don’t seem to mention (or do they?) is that unless we live alone, we have to bend to the likes & habits of others, such as our hubbies. My dear hubby likes to have his stuff out & around where he can see it, whereas I would prefer to have those things put away. We’ve been married 29 years, & I still can’t have my/our bedroom the way I would like it.
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This has been going on in my life since late 2003. I am old and I am tired.
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I didn’t mean the above post to sound so harsh. I probably should have filtered that a little better.
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oh, no, Kim, I could identify with just the way you wrote it
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Kim, I too am living in a place where I can’t entertain. Here I am, finally married, finally able to have a couple over and be part of a couple, but there’s no room to seat more than our family comfortably, and other issues that make it tricky. But for now, the most I can have over is two at a time, and that only if the girls aren’t home. (Well, if the weather is nice we can eat on the deck. But I had more entertaining options when I was single, and I miss that.)
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Kim, I own an e-book in PDF format entitled Complete, and, though it is a 21-day devotional, I sat down and read the whole book in one day this week. You know some of the insecurities I have, and feelings of worthlessness. Well, this book helped so much in getting me to look at my problems from a truly biblical perspective, and reminded me of how I am complete in Christ, no matter what happens in life.
The author is Arabah Joy, and you can find ordering information for that book and others of hers, here, if you’re interested: http://arabahjoy.com/my-book/
Also from the same author, I recently bought Trust Without Borders: A 40 Day Devotional Journey to Deepen, Strengthen, and Stretch Your Faith in God. I haven’t started that one yet, but it sounds like another good one.
There are links to Amazon at the above link, where you can take a peek inside those books for a sample of what’s in them.
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Having a very busy, stressful day amid a busy, stressful month. Prayers.
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And about the KonMari method, I enjoyed that book, too (for the most part), as I pointed out recently. But it’s forced me to come face to face with all the stuff we have — a daunting load to try to tackle.
Yesterday, being really tired most of the day (until evening), I had this hugely overwhelming feeling that there was just too much to do, and I could not even begin to think of what was the most important thing to get started on. Having it all stare me in the face is paralyzing.
So I walked up the hill behind our house, to the edge of the woods where we have a little “lookout” built, and I sat there praying, asking God what I should do. I asked Him for three things:
guidance to identify where to start
energy to begin the task
stamina to see it through to the end
When I finished praying, I just sat, taking in nature around me, thanking God for the beauty in His creation.
Then a pesky fly came along, and after a few times trying to swipe it away, I decided that was enough of that. 😉
I realized as I walked back down the hill to the house that I still did not know what I would do first when I got back inside. But it came to me after only a minute or two, and the feeling of desperation that I’ll never get anything done was gone, and I found I did indeed receive God’s guidance, and the energy to start the job.
I mentally broke the task into 14 doable parts, and doing one part per day, it will be done in two weeks. I can live with that, and intend to keep praying for the stamina to finish the job, one day at a time, which God in His grace gave me for yesterday’s part.
There’s just enough grace for each day, is there not? One day at a time.
I don’t know if this will help anyone, and sorry for the book, but thought I’d pass it along anyway.
Blessings.
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I am under the weather today. Woke up dizzy almost like vertigo. Went back to bed for several hours (unheard of around here) and then slept some more. No reason I can think of. So prayer for wisdom, as always. Thanks.
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Please pray for that little six-year-old girl, Dakotah, whom I’ve mentioned before. She almost died late last year, & she is again in ICU with bacterial double pneumonia.
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6 I downloaded the book you mentioned.
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Prayers for you, Donna and Mumsee, and for Dakotah, Karen.
Kim, I hope the book is a blessing to you. I don’t necessarily recommend you read it one day, though, as I did — I sometimes get a little obsessive. 🙂 I think I will go back and reread it a day at a time, and do the journaling activities — more can probably be gotten out of it that way, is my guess.
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*don’t necessarily recommend you read it IN one day 😉
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