Just popping in to say hello. How ridiculous is it that it is already October 17? I can’t believe it. I’m trying to convince myself that if I keep turning back time in my head everything will stop moving forward. I don’t think it is actually going to work. Oh well. Life continues and we press on, same as always, in a forward motion. I’ve learned over the past couple of weeks the truth of that fact. Life moves forward. Things happen, situations present themselves. You can choose to move along with the current, or you can’t fight the tide and try to stay where you are. Neither may be the most comfortable, but I can guarantee that floating down a river is a lot better than trying to sit still in it. I hope you all have a great week rest of the week.
As previously stated, I will be a back later this week with a home DIY… or maybe next week…
Camping is a tradition in my family. As a kid, the campground was considered a second home. We spent the majority of our summers there, fishing on the Spring, sharing old family stories around a campfire, swimming waaay past time for the pool to technically close, and, of course, marshmallows. Lots and lots of marshmallows. Mid-October at the campground is bit like a last hoorah of the season. A final goodbye before the cold winds of winter move in for the holidays.
Since moving to Joplin, I don’t see my family much anymore. Most of them live about 4 hours away, which makes quick weekend travels few and far between – and with gas prices, not a very budget friendly distance, either. The campground is our middle point. Every few weekends throughout summer and into Fall, Daniel and I drive east of Springfield to our little home away from home. This weekend was the fall festival, and it was SO MUCH FUN. Apple bobbing for the kids and Bingo for the adults. BINGO, guys. I’m not sure if you got that. B-I-N-G-O.
While some of the bigger kids were playing games, this little guy wondered over to the tree swing and started having the time of his life. My heart melted. He is the most precious ever.
While you all are melting over those pictures, I’m off to prep this weeks meals before the season premiere of the Walking Dead (eeek!!) Have a lovely night, friends. I’ll be back later this week with fun home DIY.
Just as there are seasons of the Earth, there are also seasons of life. You guys know what I’m talking about- busy seasons and slow seasons. I am in a busy season. Fall is my absolute favorite time of year, but its also always the busiest. I have a love-hate relationship with this fact. There’s just something about bundling that gets me giddy. Little girl giddy. And, I love it. Hoodies, coats, scarves, boots. Me oh my. I wish it would last forever. I often wish life moved more slowly throughout the fall so that I could enjoy these moments even longer. Unfortunately, though, I don’t think that life cares much for my opinion, so I try to make the best of the moments I have. No matter how quickly they seem to pass.
Here’s a peak into life as of late. I’ve been busy. Super busy. Sometimes I think way more busy than I should be. But then I ask myself: what is my life if I don’t live it? No one else is going to live it for me and that whole vicarious-living-through-another-person thing really is just no fun. Besides, busy or not, there is at least one thing about each day that is beautiful. Just absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful. I don’t even believe that this beauty is something I have to seek out. Beautiful things already exist. All I have to do is slow down long enough to notice them.
Tomorrow is a much needed day of rest. Cuddling up on the couch with a ball of yarn and a warm fire is just a night away. Patience is a virtue. Persistence is the key.