Mindy's Non-Adventures

Hello, friends. So. We all have that thing or two that is our signature trait; the thing that people identify us with. I have two, but only one is applicable for today because someone said it to me this morning, and then I exhibited it this evening. People tell me that I tell the truth. Bluntly. Or that I say the things that they wish they could say. Some people admire it, but really, I just lack a filter. I see it as more of a fault, but there ya go. The thing is, I don't share nearly enough for me to feel all "transparent" or whatever the new buzzword is for today. I generally feel like I hide most of the things we're all supposed to hide. And then I'll say something like I said tonight, and I think to myself "Oh. Yeah. That's why people say I'm blunt." This evening as I was talking to another mom, she asked me about homeschooling. She admitted she didn't know very much about it and it seemed overwhelming. Then she asked about testing and...

Two days in a row you say? Why yes! Part of pulling myself out of hermit mode means I can think about other things. Today was a surprisingly big day for me. I've had a project slowly going on in my home since March, and today, I finished it. Like, completely and utterly finished. Why did it take me seven and a half months to finish? Well. I will tell you. First, I'm slow with these kinds of things. I know, it's anticlimactic, but there it is. Design is not my strength so it takes my brain a long time to visualize how to get the result I want. Second, it was a personal project that had some emotions tied to it. Earlier this year I brought home a dresser that had belonged to my grandparents. Once my grandmother passed, her belongings had to be dealt with, and I received this dresser. Originally, I planned on using it as a dresser since we actually needed a new one. Once we moved it across the state and up the stairs into my bedroom, I quickly realized that was not going to ...

Hi friends. It's been almost two weeks since I've posted anything, and that can only mean one thing. I have begun to hermit. Yes, I use hermit as a verb. I think it most aptly describes what I do when I'm figuring out how to handle a thing that feels overwhelming. And so friends, let me invite into my mental hermitage for a few minutes. If it were a real room, it would look like a hobbit hole, dimly lit, covered with books, and with a giant, cozy, cushy chair in the middle of the room. There's a fireplace with a low fire and a window, but there are flowers growing on the outside so no one can look inside. See, it's not depressing...just quiet, peaceful, and private. Hold on. Before I describe why I'm hermitting, I just realized it might be weird to have a room in my head. Does anyone else do that? Like, is it normal to have mental places you go to think. My hermit hole is where I go when I need to work through a big thing. When I'm stressed, I go to the la...