Wednesday Ramblings

                                                                                               

                        Wednesday Rambling

It’s 6:45 a.m., and I’ve officially left the house for my morning commute—about 30 minutes of quiet time before the workday begins. I’m feeling pretty proud of myself this morning because I’m staying on track with my Monday lunch menu for the week, and honestly, that alone feels like an accomplishment.

Work-wise, things are going really well too. I’m not only on track with my monthly goals, but I’m also hitting my daily save goals, which is a huge win. I met with my manager, Sherry, yesterday, and she confirmed that I’m exactly where I need to be. I already knew that in my heart, but let’s be real—it always feels good to have that validation. It definitely put my mind at ease.

Looking ahead to February, I really want to focus on decluttering. I know everyone talks about decluttering in January, and I’m definitely behind. Other than the bathroom, I really haven’t started at all. This weekend—probably Saturday—I’m setting a goal to get rid of at least 40 items that are just hanging around the house and no longer serving us.

Letting go is hard for me. I know that. I think a lot of it stems from growing up with a single mom who didn’t have much. My dad didn’t contribute child support for my brother Stacy or me, so money was always tight. I think those old feelings still linger—the fear that I might need something later and won’t be able to afford it. Even though that’s not my reality anymore, those thoughts still sneak in. Old habits and old emotions can really get in the way of living a simpler life.

Another thing I want to work on is cooking more at home. I’m not a cook, and I don’t particularly enjoy it, but it’s not fair for Mr. C to have to plan and prepare every single dinner—especially when the alternative ends up being fast food. When I looked back at our bank statements last month, I realized we spend about as much money eating out as we do on groceries and household items. That’s not great financially—or health-wise.

With Mr. C’s health issues, I know standing and cooking in the evenings can be tough on him. Still, he always has a meal ready for me when I walk through the door around 4:45 or 5:00, and that alone tells you what kind of man he is. He is such a blessing to me. Truly. I don’t know what I would do without him—he has been my everything.

Since today is Wednesday, I’m looking forward to our town hall Zoom meeting at work. I always like hearing where leadership is heading and what’s coming next. After work, Mr. C will be picking me up, and we’ll be heading to Chickasha to meet up with Elizabeth, Charles, Savannah, Brody, Lane, Sophie and Landon—because today is Landon’s 4th birthday!

We’ll be eating at Interurban, which I’m really excited about. It’ll be a nice break from our usual routine. Mr. C will, of course, order his favorite chicken fried steak, and I’m leaning toward Chelsea’s honey chicken with a loaded baked potato.

Most of all, I’m excited to celebrate Landon. He was born prematurely in Texas, and now he’s this energetic little go-getter. He reminds me so much of Wreck-It Ralph—always on the move, always trying to figure out how things work, and never slowing down. Right now, he’s loving Spidey Man on YouTube, and of course, Bluey is still a favorite. 

I’m thankful it’s already midweek because this week has flown by. I also haven’t struggled much with phone calls at work, which I’m incredibly grateful for. Whether that’s me, my members, or a little bit of both—I’ll take it.

At home, I haven’t accomplished a whole lot this week, but we did get our hot water tank installed on Sunday. And let me tell you—being without hot water is a major inconvenience. I’m so thankful that’s taken care of.

Before I wrap this up, I just want to say thank you—whether you’re a subscriber or someone who just drops in from time to time. I started this blog as an online journal, something I could look back on through different seasons of my life. I don’t keep a personal journal the way I probably should, but I do enjoy sending journals through the mail when I participate in journal swaps on Swap-Bot.

Life is messy, beautiful, overwhelming, and meaningful all at once—and this little space helps me sort through it all.

Thanks for being here. 💛