Yesterday I woke up and I really just did not want to get out of bed. As I laid there and pouted, (I went to bed angry...don't EVER do this!) I could feel the sun starting to peek through the window shades. With furrowed brow, I thought about how short the weekend always was, and how I should have woken up sooner. WHY was I being so negative??? It was only hurting myself, nobody else. It was only making the weekend even shorter, and less inspiring. There was a list of things I needed to accomplish, let alone wanted to accomplish. But I still laid there, not changing my attitude.
As I was perusing Facebook, I saw an update of a friend who was talking about how everyday is an "Up" day or a "Down" day, and how it is our choice of which we wanted to experience. I pondered his words for a few minutes, and as I did this, I spotted a bag of scrapbook paper that I had set in my bedroom a few weeks ago and had sort-of forgotten about. The bag was actually a bunch of different bags from different stores, purchased at all different times. I had put them all in one large bag... #1 to get them out of the way during a recent onslaught of visitors for the holidays, and #2 to at one point, get them all put in their rightful organized homes for use during a creative moment at a later date. Right then Bryan walked back into the bedroom and I said, "Hey, hand me that bag..." He did so and I proceeded in going through the bags with all the pretty papers and fun stuff I had purchased. I started recalling when, where, and why I had purchased some of them, and was getting a bit giddy! I had forgotten about some of these papers untill I saw them again, right then! AWESOME!
That was it. I was not going to let a stupid little bit of negative stick around and ruin MY time for myself and my family, which is so little these days. I was not going to waste one more second having a "Down" day, when I had the power to change that. I remembered there had been some new Somerset Studio Publications released recently, but because of the holidays and illness I hadn't had a moment to look at any of them. I knew that the kids would thoroughly enjoy a spontaneous trip to the book store, and we could all be together doing this activity. I rallied the troops to get their chores done quickly, we got our poop in a group and headed out to Hastings. They have a very nice cafe + books + magazines + music which = PERFECT!
I grabbed a mocha with whip cream, sent the kiddos to grab their reading materials, and I settled in with a stack of magazines. As I read through them, made notes, sketches, and got completely inspired, we all sat and had a very nice relaxing family time. After we hung out for quite a while, we decided what we were going to purchase, made our way out and headed home to let the inspiration continue. We basically rented Hastings for $60, and it was worth every inspiring, together-ness dime!
Thank you, inspiration, for making your way into my morning and allowing me to absorb you and use you to completely change my entire negative attitude, and enjoy every piece of my Saturday. Thank you for continuing to bleed into my Sunday, the rest of my week, and possibly my whole month! Thank you for reminding me that I have a reason to get out of bed and experience the joy of my creative family, and my creative self. Thank you inspiration, for touching the creative piece of my soul, that sometimes gets lost in the shuffle.
