Another type of flying
Flying by the seat of my pants, if you will.
Just me writing this lil entry in my first ever branded clothing
It’s Friday today; I have done a lot this week, I know that in my little heart, but if ya looked, ya might not know it. The redirect is real these days, but like, for everybody I know. Are you feeling it?? Things are craaaazzzzy!
I genuinely have remade my plans every day this week at least 3-4 times. The amazing part is each plan is ok, each plan is the new best plan based on the information I have. I never want to forget this self forgiveness, I never want to forget the gratitude I have for myself for trying SO HARD through the unknown. When things get better known, or when we attribute more “rights” or “wrongs” to something, we so often raise our expectations and the risk of expecting perfection increases SO MUCH.
Perfect is SO overrated (said in my best mean girls voice).
Of course expecting more when we know more is the way to go, but redirects are talking to us.
Let’s take today, for example. We’ll bypass the early morning chaos and start with, I want coffee.
My propane had finished in the middle of making oatmeal the other day (another redirect) and I tried to use my backup, but it didn’t work with my water boiler. I observed this attempt and knew if I was gonna drink me some coffee, it wasn’t gonna be this way. I was near a little coffee shop and I thought ok, maybe I should do some work requiring electricity and just walk over and do that; I packed my lil self up and walked to the coffee shop. As I scoped for an outlet; the only one was in the midst of many people using it and I saw this too would not be the plan. On the return to van walk, I decided a change of parking scenery would be good (aka I wasn’t feeling comfy where I was), so off we went to a new spot. As we bumbled down the road, I decided if there was parking near the coffee shop, I was meant to be there (sometimes I like to not make decisions); there was parking so I stopped, walked over (while asking to pet a few dogs on the way) and ended up with an outlet writing this blog post with some coffee on hand.
Hazzah!
It has gotten to the point that redirects are reluctantly welcome. Like I’m being guided, when things don’t work, it just means there’s someplace else for me.
The beautiful thing of this unknown is that I don’t know what this is “supposed” to look like so it’s way harder to be disappointed or ashamed when things don’t look a certain way because I simply don’t know what they’re “supposed” to look like. I want to keep that for all levels of this life, it’s never actually “supposed” to look like anything. The only thing it’s “supposed” to look like is what we want it to look like.
I just want to say, if you’re trying right now, you’re winning.
Trying deserves so much more credit than it gets! If you’ve decided you want something different than that which is met with less resistance, that in itself deserves a medal.
Trying. is. hard.
One more story, then I’ll go.
So many emotions in this pic… haha
I went on a camp trip last week; the purpose was trifold; to feel safe and stable for a minute, to have electricity to sew, and to be with my dependable friend, nature.
We got two of three; I felt safe, I was with good ol’ mother nature, but sewing lacked the working.
First of all, the machine was finicky; it was working sometimes and not working sometimes, which was just not my favorite game. What may have been the bigger dealbreaker though, were the flies (which is saying something while competing with a non-working sewing machine).
So, I’m sitting at my lil picnic table with electricity, my towels, and my sewing machines SO ready to be what I deemed as successful, but the flies were far more consistently doing their thing than my lil sewing machine. I tried for two days, but ultimately, I had to give it a rest.
I was able to call a shop who already knows me, who knows my machine and can help me, which is a beautiful thing. I took the redirect that sewing was not the thing I was meant to do in that moment. I redirected my brain to my knitting and am back to creating art which is always a fun place to end up; in that way, I say thank ya to those damn flies.
Have no fear, ponchos are on their way! We just have a few more redirects to go :)
Stay safe ya’ll! And stay in your self forgiveness if you’re struggling!
Trying matters; we get where we’re going with the little steps *fingers crossed. *