Oh this weekend! So good and at times, so difficult. I suppose that is the way that things go, isn’t it?
The best parts of the weekend were the times with friends and family – catching up and spending some time talking and laughing. The difficulties were mainly due to family and differing expectations. I was prepared for everyone who came to the house, and I’ve gotten different stories about how that came to be. In the end it doesn’t really matter, I suppose, because it is what it is. No use in arguing about or crying over it now.
The thing that I kept telling myself all weekend was, “People mean well.” And I think that for the most part, they do. They really, really do. There are those few who have that malicious streak and who push the buttons just to push the buttons. I’m not entirely sure there wasn’t a little bit of that going on this weekend, but again – not mine to worry about. Well-meaning or malicious, it was painful. Not everyone knows that we cannot have children (I think I’m at the acceptance stage – we are no longer struggling with infertility. We are infertile. We cannot have children), and people mean well when they ask when or why or offer suggestions or make comments on choices. With as many people in the world who struggle with infertility at some point, you’d think that perhaps people would be a bit more mindful and considerate when asking about when or why a couple chooses to have (or not) children.
So you smile and murmur some sort of affirmative non-sense and then move on to other things. Because that’s what you do. You’ve been taught to be polite and considerate – even if others haven’t. Eventually you forget about it because that’s also what you do.
But. It’s important to remember that the weekend wasn’t all bad, and in fact, it was mostly good. I occasionally have to work hard to remember that the good things in life far outweigh the bad – we tend to remember the bad things as being worse than they actually were and because I tend to the negative, that can be disastrous to me.
Which is why it’s important to remember the good about this weekend – fireworks on the beach Thursday night, the time with friends at home and on the beach, fireworks on the beach Friday night, getting to take some pictures of sweet babies (I think they’ve turned out well, but I need to spend some time this evening working on editing those photos to be sure), the Crab Festival in Bay St. Louis, the success of hosting our first big bash, the quieting of our house, a solitary, successful shopping trip.
It was a very good weekend, filled with beautiful moments. Parts were uncomfortable, but on the whole, I wouldn’t trade it. I suppose that’s the way life works, isn’t it?
A new week starts in the morning, which means that it’s time to set intentions for the week. I’m trying to remember to be realistic and reasonable in my intentions for myself. Setting myself up for failure is never a good thing. With that in mind:
- Post daily
- Walk with Sweet Husband and the puppies each night
- Pull together the bedroom, which means painting the end tables and hanging the mirror I bought this afternoon
- Create the outdoor project for SH
- Apply for jobs
- Poke around in Lightroom – begin figuring out how to learn it and use it
- Keep the house clean on a daily basis so I don’t spend an entire day cleaning like I did on Thursday
- Make connections to others – bloggers participating in this blogathon and on Instagram
That’s probably good enough, huh? Just the painting of the end tables and the outdoor project for SH will be huge time consumers. That’s alright, though. It will be worth it when it’s done and finished.
How was your weekend? What were the highlights? And what are you looking forward to in the coming week? Let me know in the comments!