Archive | August, 2013

A little bit of this…

1 Aug

Hello again, blog world!

I’m back, yet again, from another of my blog hiatuses.  There have been so many things going on and many of them very bloggable (is this a word?  it should be…).  But yet, nothing coming from this girl.

Well, shall we start again?  Will you still be my friend?

This morning I decided to make homemade chicken broth.  And then homemade vegetable broth.  And now both are cooking and the house smells wonderful.  Although, it smells more like Thanksgiving and fall than August 1 and summertime.  I’m ok with that.

It’s funny what thoughts and memories smells can evoke.  Right now I wish I were bundled up in blankets, sipping hot chocolate and watching Little Women (it’s my favorite wintertime movie).  But I’ll take the beautiful sunshine-filled, cool summer days while I can get them!

The broth smell also got me thinking about what I want to be when I grow up.  There have been many a thought about this over the past few months.  I’m currently a bank teller.  A job I never thought I’d have, but am ok with for now.  But is banking a career option for me?  Is it something I want to do moving forward in life?

Lately, I’ve been leaning towards being a stay-at-home wife and hopefully, mother, someday.  I absolutely love the thought of staying home and taking care of kids and my hubby.  And making our house a home and baking our own bread and making our own broths and jams and all the other hundreds of things running through my head.

I want to take charge of our health and move us into eating more wholly and keeping us active.  I want to keep our high school youth group active and engaged.  I want to read more and watch less t.v.  I want to learn the piano and can’t wait to start playing my new-to-me clarinet.  I want to fish and hunt with my hubby and really connect with the earth and all she has to offer.  I want to grow my own vegetables.

Ok, those were a few other things running through my head.

I have faith I can do all the things I want.  I grew up in a house where we canned and hunted and made our own maple syrup.  What’s stopping me from continuing the great things I was taught as a child (even though, most of the time, I really didn’t care to participate back then)?  What is it about myself that holds back on the things I really want?  Am I so afraid to say, this is what will make me happy?  Am I still trying to please everyone else, that I don’t know what it means to please myself?  It may be time to take a stand and work for what I want and for what will make me happy.

After all, I did get that wonderful husband I hoped and prayed for.  And with him by my side, I can do anything.

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