Never Bored, Always Blessed

This is the hopeful pile I carry around the house with me. My new favorite magazine, my new journal (number 74, I kid you not,) and my Kindle. I am somewhat amazed but not really surprised that even after nearly three months of this quarantine-style living, I have not run out of things to do. I am not bored. I have always said I’d never be bored, and this lovely/frustrating/sad situation has proven me right.

I’ve been working from home, absolutely killing a new workout regimen, mothering my children, loving my husband, and caring for my home and our textiles (the endless laundry). I’ve even done some special projects, and I’ll have a master bathroom reveal in the next couple of weeks.

There have been special celebrations, spa days, camping weekends, last day of school pics, reverence for those who have served, the blooming of summer and all kinds of shenanigans. Really, it’s been lovely.






I am fully aware that there are bad things happening out there. I pray. I write. But I feel peace in this house… In the temple of my body and the hum of my marriage.
There’s a birthday to celebrate today and several more on the horizon. Plans for the beach in about three weeks are on track. I have fresh bacon out of the oven and a second cup of coffee in my future.
Life is good, and I have so much to do. Never bored, always blessed.
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