Finding My Positivity

My vacation life has been getting too busy lately.  Somehow, during our camping vacation life, I have managed to get myself scheduled almost every day.  Lately, my attitude is to just 'get through' things.  If I can just 'get through' Christmas, then it will be better.  If I can just 'get through' church tax time, then it will be better.  Now, I find myself trying to 'get through' Easter.  I am not enjoying any of those events when I have to 'get through' them.  I have found something to 'get through' every week for the past few months.  More things just keep piling up for me to get through than I can get checked off the list.

Others' expectation of me (as well as the expectation I have of myself) is too high.  I have discovered more this past month that I am terrible at than I ever thought possible.  I am tired and my attitude stinks.  I don't have inspiration to write, and no time for it either.  No time for any of my creative outlets.  I haven't been taking care of myself and my migraines have increased to about two per week.  Four days out of seven, I have a migraine, which can be either mild or excruciating. This is a crazy way to live!  I live at a lake, for goodness sake!  What happened to my beach-time way of life?

On an afternoon therapeutic kayak trip a couple of days ago, I decided that I have had enough.  I want my old positive attitude back.  I made an appointment to get back on track with my migraine medications...despite the fact that I really don't have time to see the doctor.  Facebook has been a huge waste of my energies.  I like keeping up with my friends near and far, but I can't take all the negativity.  I began weeding out all the negative people, people with too many political agendas, and all news outlets from my newsfeed.  I am done with reading and watching news until I am feeling better.  So I will not be well-informed, but hopefully I will be feeling happier.  And I'd like very much to post at least one small thing per day, even if it is only one small sentence or picture on my blog about our life that day.  Because my kids are getting bigger and I am entirely too busy.  I'd like to remember how stinkin' cute they are and stuff they say.

Lawrence has been reading books to Lydia at bedtime.  Lawrence and I read books together, then he gets in bed and reads to Lydia.  I don't know why Lydia won't read with me.  Here, they read themselves to sleep.  And Molly Golly the Dolly too.