This week was not a great one. I did nothing physical whatsoever. I am still recuperating from being sick and I am hoping to get back to at least riding the stationary bike some this week to get my legs moving. Then walking. But small steps for now. As far as eating goes, I haven’t had much of an appetite so I really didn’t eat a whole lot and didn’t stray into sugary pastures. I feel drained and exhausted and appreciate those who have called or messaged me somehow to check in on me. Love you, my friends. And once again, I am shooting to keep this week’s blog short so I can get back to my ever important job of resting once again.
Last Sunday, my husband, Wade, helped “undecorate” after Christmas. Had I known I was going to be as sick as I was, I wouldn’t have gone all out on the decorations for the first time in a very long time. His help was much appreciated although I am already praying for my OCD self in November this year when I get to see how he packed all of it away. Not complaining; as I said, I really appreciate that he did it for me. I can say one thing is certain: I could use some new decorations. They are all as old as our marriage, for the most part, and are looking their age. I have some ideas and I think I can accomplish most of them before next year. Anyway, that kind of leads me into what I want to write about this week. I have been painting again. I wrote not long ago about teaching myself to paint using the techniques of Bob Ross. About two years ago I quite by accident stumbled onto a new technique of painting using acrylics. I was fascinated by these paintings I was seeing and instantly knew I wanted to eventually try this method. So very similar to what I did when I started oil painting, I went out and purchased some of the supplies I was going to need to get it going. I spent nowhere near the amount of money I did getting set up 5 years ago with the oils I started using. But I was pursuing a passion. Just like most of you, I have a lot of things that I want to do and that I love to do. Some of those have crossed over into the category of “am doing” but not all of them.
I have several things that I really enjoy doing right now. Candle making, painting, and writing are a few of them. I have done some of those before but not like I am now. I am going to be selling the paintings and candles to finance my habits . . . my addictions, if you will. It’s not cheap to do any of the hobbies I enjoy. I do it in place of therapy *wink wink* but I don’t believe it is any cheaper than therapy! I just want enough to pay for the materials. And, through a friend, I have been in touch with an artist who has looked at the quality of my work and has advised me on pricing. That was so helpful as I really had NO CLUE what to sell the paintings for, even after looking up several places online to see how others have their work priced. You might pray with me that I can sell them. Otherwise, y’all may be getting some for gifts. I’m only half kidding. I will be posting some later on my Facebook page and seeing about using Facebook marketplace. I am excited about where this venture will lead me. But in true Lacy form, my interests have as many ADD tendencies as everything else in my life. I am pretty sure I have some form of adult ADD, and I am also pretty sure anyone who has ever worked with me on anything would concur. I am also a perfectionist with OCD. Yeah, I am a mess. I mean, who isn’t, though?
There are so many things that I want to do and even feel compelled to do. I have had several people tell me I need to write a book. I would love that. I have had even more people tell me I should do a devotional type book. I would love to do THAT. Organizing my thoughts, though, is going to be the difficult part for me. Remember ADD, anyone? And I am scared to try. I have always been a “play it safe” kind of gal. Truly. I am afraid of disappointing people; myself included. I am afraid of failing and not being able to recover. Read that one again for me, please. I am not so much afraid of failure. I am afraid of not being able to recover from that failure. However, one thing I have been able to do here in the last year is to walk through some of the fears I have to get to where I am going. I have visions and dreams and goals and I have left “comfort” behind to pursue them. I mean, I actually left a job of 12 years . . . a place where I could actually see myself retiring from . . . to follow my heart with my own home based business that would allow some of these other passions to play out as well. I started painting again. I started this blog. For crying out loud! Over the last year I have put myself “out there” in more ways than I ever imagined I COULD. And yeah, I have experienced failure this last year. But what I am realizing is that I was able to pick myself up and toe the line with whatever it was that knocked me down in the first place. And that, my friends, is a success in my book. I am sure I will fail again. But the longer I am alive on this earth the more I realize that it’s okay to fail. It is okay to try. It is okay to start something new or start something new AGAIN after you fall down. It is never okay to give up on a God-given/God-called passion. Life is too short not to pursue every passion God puts on your heart. If He calls you to it, He will help you through it. He will help you figure it out. I promise. Life is too short to be miserable and unhappy. In the movie, “The Sound of Music”, Julie Andrews sings, “Climb every mountain, ford every stream, follow every rainbow, ‘till you find your dream.” Great advice. And as I always say, you are worth whatever it takes to be healthy and happy. Whatever it takes.
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Another great blog Lacy! Praying for you to feel better. No longer on FB, just couldn’t do all negativity anymore! Hugs!
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Love you aunt karla. I’m feeling better. Thanks. I understand the negativity. Just can’t do it.
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Thank you. Wonderful as always. Prayers for healing.