Inspo from Kelsey‘s living room!
I’ll be honest, my heart just fluttered a little bit when I clicked “new post” in my wordpress dashboard. But I’ll get to that in a minute.
For now, it’s 3:09 AM. And I am not the girl who can’t sleep. I’m actually the girl who terribly wishes she couldn’t sleep & popped out of bed in the morning (not the case, or I wouldn’t have written about these 3 morning hacks). Contrarily, I am the girl who has the ability to be able to fall asleep wherever – planes, trains, automobiles…it’s a gift.
But it’s 3:09 and I really cannot sleep, so I’m in the dark of our little apartment living room sitting in my fleece cheetah pajamas Andrew always makes fun of me for wearing (they feel like you’re sleeping in one of those tie blankets you made for your best friend’s birthday in high school..they’re perfect) and on top of my cheetah pajamas, I’m also wrapped in a blanket. We have a full view of the high rise next to us and indeed, every single window is dark and I may just be the only person in Chicago awake right now.
My mind has been brewing with this post for some time though. It’s been quite awhile since I checked in and well, this post will explain why.
I have always loved Ecclesiastes chapter 3. Dare I say I think my love for it came from The Byrds and not the bible…
(You know the song…1950s billboard topper. Turn Turn Turn by the Byrds…”to every season, turn, turn, turn…”)
However, my mother-in-law also has it framed in the living room of their house and I love reading it each time I visit (the passage from the bible, not The Byrds lyrics ha). The verses read pretty much verbatim to the song, though:
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, a time to reap that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Isn’t that beautiful, really? Wherever you are in your life right now – I hope this validates it. Because there’s a time for just exactly where you are. Maybe it’s a time you’re questioning things, maybe it’s a time you’re healing, or breaking down or building up. Maybe it’s a time of love, a time of laughing, or a time of mourning or dancing.
Perhaps in your life it’s “a time to plant,” and for everyone that may mean something very different – if you’re in school it may mean preparing and studying for your degree; if you’re a young mom it may mean doing your best to raise your children amidst waning patience and nights where 3:09 AM awake is in fact not rare for you at all
Or maybe in your life right now, it’s a time to reap that which you planted previously – a time of celebrating your success, giving thanks for the fruits of your labor, enjoying time with those same children who are now adults themselves and putting into action all you taught them as children.
Wherever you are, there’s a time for it. God said it Himself. And I think this should center us.
A trivial example, yes, but I haven’t blogged over the past couple months…and at first I felt bad about that. I felt bad because I questioned ‘if I can’t hold down a blog when I don’t even have kids or a tremendous number of other responsibilities, surely I will never be one of those women who can ‘do it all.’
And I felt guilt too…especially as women, whyyyy do we let ourselves feel guilt even as it relates to our hobbies, the very definition of which implies there should be absolutely zero stress attached to it as it’s something you do for fun. Yet I felt guilt about not blogging – in knowing I wasn’t prioritizing myself and my hobbies high enough perhaps, in thinking things like maybe it’s just my poor time management skills and any other person could fit everything in. And I especially felt guilt in knowing there are people who do read every single post on this little blog who may have stopped showing up by now for all I know because maybe they think I quit!
But then you know what?
I took the advice I know I’d give any of you. I accepted that “to everything, there is a season” – thank you very much, Ecclesiastes. And I accepted that my current season was one that included (and continues to include) a primary focus on work and other family/relationship obligations.
For me, the past couple months have indeed been “a time to plant.” The rampup to my new job – the month in San Francisco and the two months since – has been demanding. And while I knew that (see this post on my new job and embracing challenge & change), I didn’t expect to feel like a fish out of water for quite this long. But right now, I’m in a season of life where frankly, my work should be a top priority, and so I decided to hang my hat on long hours and focused on learning and doing work above almost anything else (blogging, happy hours, etc). Why? Because after “a time to plant” there will come “a time to reap that which is planted.” That could mean within my current job, or it could mean somewhere else entirely, but my point is, I know every season is just that – a season.
So rest assured, Avenue Midwest is not dead (I still rather hope I’m publishing posts when I’m 90). But I’ve evaluated, accepted and embraced (all are key!) my current season of life, and there you have it. Of course, seasons change, and I rather plan to be blown back to a season that includes blogging, at least semi-regularly, very soon. In fact, perhaps this 3 a.m. post has kicked off that season, because I’m remembering how much I enjoy this hobby. Writing (and photography and handlettering and clothes and cooking and the whole nine yards) is all a creative escape for me, and so therapeutic. So thanks for sharing in my hobby with me, and stoppin’ on by.
Maybe ask yourself now, what season of life am I in? Take a minute to evaluate, accept and embrace that season. And whichever it is – well girl, don’t get too comfortable, because it’s temporary.
And finally, through all of our seasons, let’s stay grateful, faithful, and supportive of each other too, yes? And let’s also learn from each season…just like the winter teaches us to be grateful for the summer, the seasons of our own lives teach us so much too.
Love to you!