Apr 22 2010

My Martha Moment

I know.  It’s weird.  But I had a moment.  It’s kind of like Haley’s Comet…it comes but only once in a lifetime.  But the other day I had it.

My Martha Moment.

Let me tell you how it happened.

I went with my business partner to Laurie Byrne Originals’ showroom (in the most adorable basement in Vinings).  There I saw the cutest teacher gifts in the world (among a million other cute, preppy, polka-dotted, monogramed and adorable things).  I thought nothing of it.  You see, I’m not preppy, I’m Decatur.  I recycle and have nothing (and I mean NOTHING) that could even come close to polka dot in my home.  Put simply, there is no prep in my step!

But that Preppy Paper Girl in Vinings must have put something in her ventilation system.  Because the very next day, while at TJMaxx Northlake shopping for running shorts, I saw the most adorable clip boards.  They were wrapped in pretty paper and had cute notepads attached.

I looked left.  I looked right.  Then I grabbed six of them and casually but swiftly hoofed it to the check-out counter.

But that’s not all.

As I left the TJ Maxx parking lot, I noticed Michael’s Arts and Crafts store in the next shopping center.  I went there.  Swear.  I walked around looking for just the right thing and then I found it.  Pretty, yellow flowers to hot glue (yeah, I actually own one) to the metal of the clip board.  Cute.  Preppy.  And, semi-hand made.

Don’t worry.  I’m not going to start selling them on my blog.  Preppy Paper Girl has that down pat!  But, I am going to give one to my partner, one for all the teachers for the end-of-the-year gift (with cash attached, of course…I was a teacher myself after all) and then the last one is mine.  Yup.  I’m keeping a cute, preppy, flowery clip board for myself.

How else am I ever going to convince anyone I had My Martha Moment?

Mar 27 2010

To Everything There Is A Season…

…and a time to every purpose under Heaven.

Three weeks ago I would have scoffed at those lyrics.  But today, I can so easily believe them.  For two years I’ve been in a season.  The season of “My life sucks beyond my wildest dreams.”

It was messy, painful, inconvenient and expensive.  Some of you will know what I’m talking about.

According to Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat Pray Love, that’s the recipe for personal transformation.

Well, call me transformed (please).

I’ve been unemployed, heart-broken, stood up, let down, depressed, angry, and full (and I mean FULL) of fear.

Nonetheless, I got up (most) every day and took care of my life.

For two years.

And then, one night, I got mad.  And, after being really angry for a day, I thought “I don’t want this.”  And a new season began.

Was it really that simple?  Or was it simply time for a new season?  Or maybe, there really is a time to every purpose under Heaven.