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the world according to...

I can't begin to express how much this lady annoys me... she epitomizes all that is wrong with the world.

First, she is happy to be doing laundry... enough said. Secondly, her shirt matches her daughter... finally, her bright sunny disposition first thing in the morning* makes her one of THEM...

*(how do I know it is morning you say??? out the window farmer husband Bob is going to milk the cow and if you use your imagination, the sun is rising over the barn during some freak rain storm but that story is for another day)

You probably guessed by now, I am not a morning person. I can't even think until 10am. I am grouchy, confused, uninterested but full of guilt. Everyday... like "Groundhog Day" I wake up to a chipper baby boy who is ALLLLL Morning Person just like his Dada... man-o-man those two.

Maddox is ready to play, play, play before he even opens his eyes and his Dad well, let's just say his "morning personness" is a wierd combination of pride & personal vendetta that gives him a feeling of superiority (which if you ask me is a problem of all morning people.)

My Mama and my dear Sister are both morning people as well... so yep, my entire life has been one colossial battle against my natural Circadian Rhythms.

It is exhausting really, not being a morning person. Today, I found myself reading a article titled, "Nine Ways To Become A Morning Person". Nope, I am not joking.

The thing is, I don't want my kid to hate me. I don't want her to feel trapped by my in ability to roll with the world. I want her to be on time and not feel the anxiety that I have felt my entire life... what is a girl to do???

I haven't changed in 37 years... I have little (if any at all) faith in the fact that I am going to be able to make the shift. I almost thought to ask if any of you have any advice but then I thought... "No one is going to tell you anything you haven't heard before" and besides... the advice will just serve to make me feel even more inadequate. Who decided Morning People should rule the world anyway?

I could argue that even God himself did his most creative work at night... "2 Now the earth was [a] formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. 3 And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light "day," and the darkness he called "night.".... I am just saying...

it's not a mommy blog...

I am taking a break this week from "Wordless Wednesday" to try something new. The other day I realized that this blog was quickly becoming a "mommy blog" which is not a bad thing if that had been my original intention. It's not...

It is easy for me to find inspiration and story there. To recap a day or take a beautiful picture. It is comfortable and safe. Of course, any of you who know the REAL me, the dreamer, the traveler, the risk taker, know that "Comfortable and Safe" have never been aspirations of mine.

So, what is my intention for this blog? I want it to be a place that reminds me of where I have been and where I am going. A space to file inspiration. Time carved out to recreate the things I miss about myself. Things like this...

One of the most vivid memories of my childhood is of this little church in Eden, Wyoming on a Sunday morning when my Daddy was the fill in pastor. We would get up at the crack

of dawn and drive snowy roads so that he could open it up and get ready for the days services. The smell of the damp logs and dirt, the old hymnals and the hard wooden pews. And it was drafty... I can't decide which part of the memory I love most, the feeling that we were being transported right into the pioneer days or the ice cream in Farson Mercantile afterward... these days inspired my faith in God in such a simple and profound way that I have never stopped pursuing Him.

I have always loved the mountains. I am pretty sure this love was not present at birth because I was born in the Arizona desert. It grew over time...but one particular summer is etched in my mind. Daddy worked in a coal mine and his schedule was insane. Day shift, night shift, swing shift... for 20+ years, whatever The Man asked my Dad to do, he pretty much did. And he NEVER took a sick day, EVER. My Mama stayed home so whenever my Dad's "weekend" was we would head to the mountains to go camping.

Our favorite place was Bondurant, Wyoming and this is a picture of our mountains. We camped for the entire summer it seemed, coming home only long enough for my Mama to do laundry, grocery shop, and pack it all up again. I think back on all the hikes and early morning fishing just me and my Dad. Coming back to camp where my sister and my Mom were fixing breakfast (biscuts and gravy or corned beef hash) and it is no wonder that I live in Montana and my sister is one of the best cooks on the planet. I want this for my family too. I want the adventure and the smell of a fresh caught fish cooking on the fire. And I think we are off to a good start!

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