Ten Things I Would Do Instead (A Mama Kat Writing Workshop Prompt)

First of all, thank you, Mama Kat for using my suggestion as one of your prompts this week (number 1 in this list)! I am going to wait to write to that prompt in the future — it’s going to take a little research but I collected some vibrant flower photos on my recent trip to New York City that I hope to work into the post when I write it, such as this:
For tonight, I decided to stick with my http://www.random.org/ tradition and I ended up with number four: ten things you would do if you didn’t have to work.
If I didn’t have to work, I would have written this blog earlier in the day (1) and I would not be facing a night with approximately 4.5 hours worth of stuff to do and about 2.5 hours to do it in.
If I didn’t have to work, I would still work (2) but the terms would be different. I would spend more time on the causes I love, throwing more of my best skills and most passionate energies into them.
If I didn’t have to work, there would be more child-centered activity in my life (3). Mother nature has decreed that there will not be any more biological children, and I am not sure if we would adopt. But I could see exchange students, preemies being cuddled at the hospital, adolescents who are adrift being given 2 hours of unconditional adult attention regularly.
If I didn’t have to work, my house would be SO MUCH MORE FlyLadied (4) (and yes I know FlyLady is for stay at home’s and working moms but for me, it would be so much more manageable with the “not working” plan).
If I didn’t have to work, my exercise life would be different (5). I could leave the wet-wipe and dry-shampoo (which really doesn’t do much shampooing) morning routines behind. Nothing like going through the entire workday pretty much as sweaty as you were after your workout. I could pick and choose better weather options, incorporate more cross-training, and really embrace that “park at the back of the parking lot and walk to the store in order to fit in more exercise” thing because I wouldn’t have to have been somewhere else five minutes ago.
If I didn’t have to work, I would go with my natural biorhythms more. That 3:00 10-minute nap (6) wouldn’t have to be taken in a parked car or …. I’ll spare you the other options …. it could be taken in a more appropriate place.
If I didn’t have to work [editor’s note – this was more of an issue when the kids were little but it still bothers me] I would never again take out my stress and frustration on my little kid on the way to day care, saying things like, “My boss is going to be so mad if I am late so HURRY UP!”. That’s not how I want my kids to think the work world works. (7)
If I didn’t have to work, I’d take day trips to do extras acting gigs in Orlando, Atlanta, Miami – anywhere! (8)
If I didn’t have to work, I would travel more and would most definitely go to Spanish language immersion school (9). [editor’s note – the “you don’t have to work” fairy has to have supplied income and health insurance for this list to manifest itself!]
If I didn’t have to work, I would walk a prayer labyrinth (10) more often, meditating on my gratitude for having a choice.
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My Chaotic Dreamy Chaos (A Mama Kat Writing Prompt)

Springline windows are beautiful to me. Here’s what they look like:




If I were designing my dream home, I would incorporate at least one springline window. One would be sufficient. The home would have a red brick exterior, an “open” layout with lots of high ceilings and room to roam (and, of course, a circular path that little children can make laps on – they always seem to make their own if one isn’t obvious!). The yard would be well-maintained — professionally, with an emphasis on Florida friendly plants which do not suck down sprinkler water but instead utilize the resources available to them. As far as location, I have that one pretty much “down” – we waited years to get into this neighborhood, one with large lot sizes (around 3 acres), with one road in and one road out, lovely homes and a relaxed homeowners’ association.

Honestly, though, even if I had unlimited resources at my disposal, I don’t think I would pursue something drastically expensive and showy. For one thing, there are so many people in the world who have so very little as far as living arrangements. This is why I will never buy an exorbitantly priced rug, for example, and tend toward decorative touches that make a statement more than taking up room.

When I ruminated over this post since the random number generator dropped it in my lap on Monday (thanks RNG), what I kept coming back to was the fact that my dream home would be one with less CHAOS. Now, CHAOS means one thing to Flylady followers (Can’t Have Anyone Over Syndrome), an acronym that implies the impending arrival of company or, God forbid, a drop in visitor, sends the homeowner into a tizzy of damage control.

Chaos also means something broader. When Chris Russell, host of the “runrunlive” podcast, closes out his podcast, he often ventures away from running technique and into philosophy (runners can be that way). In the episode I was listening to last night, he started talking about chaos in our lives. At one point, Chris said “A life well lived is on the border of chaos and order.” For my home, regardless of the color brick or the shape of the windows, it is my dream to migrate from the far fringes of “chaos” more toward the middle ground of order.

In her book, An Altar in the World, Barbara Brown Taylor writes about reframing the way we look at the task of housework. She chooses to call these tasks “the domestic arts, paying attention to all the ways they return me to my senses.” She writes about the beauty of cleaning baseboards to get back in touch with yourself. Among other things, it gets you down on your knees!


Why, in at least a year (probably longer), has no one in this four person family tackled this kind of thing?:



No time like the present (back in a moment):


Home is feeling less chaotic and more dreamy already.


Wordless Wednesday

Things that make @biggreenpen dissolve in purple puddles.
You all know I rail against typos and spelling errors, but sometimes it just doesn’t matter.  At the Leon County Relay for Life this weekend, the sign below was propped up against the luminaria bags honoring “Little Mamma Harris.” 
Angle, Angel, Anelg, Anleg……..I could care less. 
(And given the illustration, maybe somehow the illustrators actually meant those geometric things.)
She was loved.