Why do I make it so hard?  A teeny, tiny task has taken me seven years to accomplish.  I feel ashamed, pathetic.  Adin's asked me more than a few times, "why are there no pictures of me in that frame, just pictures of Emma?"  I had no answer, I just said, "We'll do it soon, I'll get a photo of you in there buddy."  A teeny, tiny task...seven years.  It's these characteristics of me that frustrate me, anger me.  I really hope I can turn it around, move toward being a more intentional creation, not one who sits and waits.  But, it's so easy to slide back into the me of the last 34 years.  Just like it's so easy for us to be mad, irritated, sad rather than joyful, forgiving, hopeful.  

As you can see I'm having a day.  I wanted space, peace.  So, while Sean and the kids watched Star Wars, I closed the door to my room and watched Sue Bryce talk about "getting out of my own way."  After that I talked to my mom, cried a little, then looked at this picture frame that has moved to three different homes and has never been updated from the photos given to us...Emma as a baby and Sean and I with her.  Don't get me wrong there are photos of Adin around the home, but what was my deal with this frame?  So, it ended there.  

Three minutes, a couple of misprints, some cutting later, we have a new something to look at.  And I bet you I will be looking at this frame several times throughout the rest of my day.  It may seem like a teeny, tiny task, but for me it's something a bit more than that.

Sometimes accomplishing the smallest tasks can do the most for our habits.

      Ciao amici!

Mackenzie