Growing Where You Are Planted

I have spent much of the last few weeks focusing on self perception and reflection.
There is just something about January, maybe it ‘s the new year or maybe it’s so cold that there isn’t much else to do??
New Orleans was recently faced with what television is calling an “Arctic Blast” which is like science talk for it’s really cold outside and school is cancelled. Here I am, a teacher, faced with 3 snow days and not a thing to do. No time to make plans and even if I had time to make them it was illegal to drive or something.
Day one was mostly spent doing nothing, I could have been far more productive but honestly I picked up a bit around the house and just really enjoyed having a lounge about day with the pugs. I really needed the rest but I was honestly a little sleepy from all the nothing I did at the end of the day.

Day two. Woah day two was wild. At first I woke up just as sluggish as the day before but I really wanted to accomplish something. I crawled into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee and an omelette. I ended up on the phone with an old friend for two hours and it was such a delight to catch up. Then it was time to get down to business. I wasn’t sure what kind of business I was about to get into but I know I just needed to create something. By the afternoon I was listening to jazz and sewing my little heart out. I crafted and I even wrote a bit and my goodness it just felt so good. Like I was pumped. When it was time to hop into bed my heart just felt full. Like I had just experienced an entire day well spent.

(fun story, when I ask Alexa to play some “cool” music she plays “cool jazz” and I ain’t even mad about it.)

Day three was spent reminiscing about day two. And you know I couldn’t help but wonder how many days can any of us say that we spend well, entirely I mean. I spend so much time dreaming of moving to Nashville, starting a family some day, and the “what if” questions. There are so many things that I want to change or feel need constant improvement. It’s just so exhausting.   At the end of the day there seems to me so little time left to think about right the heck now. What if we treated every darn minute like it was something special? What stops us from dreaming about this exact moment, the one happening right now?

I have spent so much time dreaming. So much time wondering what if. So much time planning out exactly what I am going to do and when.

What if we all decided to bloom where we are planted? That doesn’t mean that someday we wont be re-potted but truthfully I can’t imagine how mighty and how deep my roots would go if I had watered them daily.
This is not about complacency, I don’t mean just accept things as they are. This is about right now and it’s about creating the now that you deserve that you deserve every day and carpe-ing the heck outta that diem.
Only you can decide what your soul can find fulfillment, for me it happens to be completing to-do lists and creating things. I need it. I have to do it, whether it’s gardening, sewing, or woodworking.
Figure out what makes you happy where you are in your life right now. Is it reading or running, or dressage( I think that’s the thing where you ride dancing ponies)??
Get out of bed. Do it. Have fun right now. You’re tomorrow will be better because of it.

As for what I am wearing the dress is Trashy Diva, I was honestly sooo worried about this dress. I lived it so much that I bought it right when it was released but I thought that it was maybe to bold for me and hadn’t worn it yet. I can’t believe I waited this long. I am obsessed with it and it makes me feel super sunny.
And my yellow mules are vintage.

1 Comment

  1. Kaitlyn @ Powered by Sass

    January 29, 2018 at 5:57 pm

    Love this, and I couldn’t agree more. Blooming where we’re planted is the LEAST we can do for ourselves, but so is following our hearts and our dreams. 😉 If you want Nashville, girl, make that plan. And in the meantime, stay rooted in your life and career and relationships and creating. <3 Love following along! | http://www.poweredbysass.com

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