Please bear with me. I am sleep deprived, and sleep deprived people should not be blogging at this hour. Especially when they are very upset about the fact that in North Carolina people voted and won the ban on gay marriage. Apparently justice isn't for y'all.
Secondly I am upset that Emily is seriously considering staying up north for the summer. While I understand that it will be difficult to leave her father, her best friend and her new job, my heart is just a little bit broken. I wisely remember that I when I set out to live my adult life, I really didn't want to live at home with my parents. I came back for visits, and my parents rejoiced, then stood together and waved to me from the middle of the driveway. That was sad. And now I fully understand what that feels like.
Anyway, back to my shiny new idea. Because when it's all over, I know what made me satisfied in life. It was the time I payed attention to living the way I like to live. This month I'm on a serious fitness kick. In seven days I've run over 55 miles and the scale is indeed starting to budge. I feel so much better and have a great deal more energy. On the other hand, I don't have much interest in keeping the house extraordinarily clean or cooking huge complicated meals. I'm trying to find hours in my heavily loaded schedule for adding in more miles. It can get rather consuming.
Because of this new push to get fit is so involving, I've naturally started paying attention to portion control.
And that's where the new idea came about. After enjoying a single scoop of lactose free ice cream (thank you Bryers!) I realized that it was just the perfect amount. You see, I am a normally small person. It's bragging to say that I'm five two. Actually, I'm five one. And I've been eating on standardized dinner dishes for years. Plates that are perfect for people who are a foot taller and almost 80 lbs heavier than me.
I'm not quite a "little person" but I am naturally small. When I stand in a group of elementary students, the fifth graders are at least as tall or taller. I was once mistaken for a student by a teacher when in a crowd at my daughter's elementary school. I'm a teeny tiny woman, currently not so teeny due to some extra pounds.
So I was thinking that I need to have my own dishes that fit the portion sizes that are right for me.
Like little ice cream dishes that hold a single scoop. Plates that I wouldn't feel terrible for "cleaning" every last bite from. Bowls that hold a cup of something.
So I want to learn pottery. The multipotentialite's dilemma part two is this question: how do people with these terrible impulses for learning manage to navigate all their various interests and still stay sane?
Maybe the inner prompt to learn pottery is just another awesome gift from God. A way to heal my summer without her.
And an easier way out of over-eating. I would call my line of little dishes "The Teeny Tiny Woman." And they would not look childish...these would be designed for adults in bright colors and with lots of style. This idea is an objection to the concept of super-size me. I want to miniature-size me.
So this is how I go forward. One new idea at a time.
But I also go forward with the help of friends. Today I especially want to thank Sush for the comfort she gave to me while I'm learning to let go of my daughter.
I'm going to close with this quote:
The God of All Comfort
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.