Due to circumstances totally within my control, my “Return” key is now sticking to the point where it takes a lot of pressure and several attempts for it to do its job. Therefore, today’s post will be fairly short so I don’t have to use that key very often.
As some of you will remember, this blog began as part of my Big Hairy Audacious Month, a potential run-up to a Big Hairy Audacious Year. The 31 days of this BHAM would involve blogging daily, drinking more water and eating less sugar to reduce my waistline by an inch, following the FlyLady’s 31 Baby Steps as presented by Diane in Denmark on YouTube, and completing 10 unfinished cross stitch projects.
To date: blogging daily — check
drinking more water — infinitesimal improvement
eating less sugar — see results for drinking more water
reducing my waistline by an inch — although not reduced, miraculously my waistline did not increase – the measurement stayed the same
31 Baby Steps — followed them, which is now followed by a greater sense of personal ease and a belief that my house can be hospitable and peaceful place
Completing 10 unfinished cross stitch projects: 5 are completed and given away; three are completed and will soon be mailed away, one will be finished by the end of this week, and one was essentially untouched this month. So 8/10 are done by the end of the 31 days, which is more than I had finished before that challenge!
I am deeply connected to the Infinite Creator, yet I am a finite creature with limited energy. Last month I used most of my energy to do things that would make a difference for others, had a deadline, or extrinsic value: stitching projects for gifts, blogging because I made a promise to do so daily, working the Fly Lady steps for 31 days was easier because it was a limited project and guests and family would appreciate the results. Doing those left me with little emotional energy to make a sustained effort toward drinking water or reducing sugar intake: the water and sugar changes had no deadline, no accountability, and no purpose besides benefitting me. For some reason benefitting me personally was not enough of a motivation.
So What? What Now?
I have discerned two goals for my Big Hairy Audacious Year – December 6, 2020 – December 5, 2021. First goal, be able to climb THE hill on the island of Iona (it has another name, if I find it I’ll update this post) which I was unable to climb in 2010 and 2017, two previous stays on the island, because I was not only overweight but also out of shape. To that end: more water, less sugar; daily knee exercises, and a change in my eating habits that I’m calling “Make My Pancreas Care Again.” (10,000 ounces of water? Maybe so :-)) When my knee is improved and I have an all-clear from my doctor, I will step up the exercise (see what I did there :-).
Second goal: create a list of 10,000 gratitudes. To do that , I’ll need 27.4 reasons to give thanks each day. I have given myself permission to be specific, so rather than thank God for the colors beauty of a rainbow I can be grateful for red, and orange, and yellow, and green, and blue, and indigo (although it’s no longer an official color of the rainbow), and violet.
I plan to continue blogging, daily. Each day of the week will have a different focus, and Sundays, I will blog my sermon. That’s pretty audacious because it means I’ll need to find 365 poems to share. If you know of a poet I should read, please let me know.
And I’m going to complete a big hairy audacious cross stitch project: A Long Dog Sampler called “All Things” (but without the border)
So thus endeth my Big Hairy Audacious Month! With a blog, some more stitching to do, and pasta with artichoke hearts – my left-over birthday dinner, I end these 31 days.
Tonight, I begin my Big Hairy Audacious Year. With a blog, some more stitching, ..and some water and knee exercises because that hill in Scotland is calling my name. Thus beginners the365 days of this new year of my life
The month is over. Long live the year!
Today’s poem is by Christina Rosetti, 1830 – 1894 who shares my birthday, December 5:
Christina Rossetti – 1830-1894
My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these, Because my love is come to me. Raise me a daïs of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys; Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.
Grace and peace, and maybe some cake would be nice, to you!