Saturday, March 24, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Being Alone
I was reading this article from Mark's Daily Apple, where he talks about the restorative power of the personal retreat. And it got me to thinking that I would like to go on a personal retreat.
See, I like to be alone.
But, in being a wife and mother, I hardly get any time alone. There is some time at the end of the night when I can be alone, but I tend crash into that time with a "Congratulations to me, I made it to the end of the day" exhaustion and don't do anything productive with it anyway.
And, by productive, I mean thinking time. Contemplating time.
Sometimes, even with scheduled time alone (which I do get, on occasion), like in the middle of the day, there is other stuff that needs to be done (like working on pictures, making supper, and all the rest of it). So, that doesn't really make for the kind of alone time I want either.
This is why I need a personal retreat. I want time to REALLY be alone. A time to get bored. A time to think. A time to get to know myself again.
I guess I kind of had this in November, in what has come to be known as "Allison's Thanksgiving", and it was great. I was on call to photograph at a birth, so I ended up staying home while the rest of my family went out of town for Thanksgiving. My husband. The kids. The brother-in-law that we live with. His dog. I had the house completely to myself and it was wonderful. Other than a rather pathetic trip to Cub Foods to pick up some packaged comfort food on Thanksgiving Day (Velveeta Shells and Cheese, don't judge), the weekend was perfectly lovely and just what I needed.
So, now I want that again because November was too long ago.
I don't know if you can tell this by reading this blog or not, but I am an introvert. And, as Mark writes in a follow up to his personal retreat article, "According to the standard introvert/extrovert model, those who are more introverted than extroverted tend to stock their energy stores by spending time alone. Those who are more extroverted than introverted, re-energize more by spending time with others."
Being an introvert isn't just a matter of being shy (which I am, but not as much as I once was)... it's about where we go to restore ourselves.
And I haven't had that much lately. The world just seems too... loud. Too busy. Too much.
Minnesota has this State Fair every year ("The Great Minnesota Get-Together") that EVERYBODY seems to love. And I can't stand it. Just too many people. Even family holidays (Vern has four siblings) are overwhelming, with all these family members crammed into one little house. Not fun. And the Zumba class that I go to on Thursday is too crowded. And Mom's Nights Outs are getting crowded (which is why I stay into the wee hours, so I can be there for the time when the group dwindles down to only a handful of people). And last weekend, we went to the Mall of America for Ocean's birthday. Which wouldn't have been a big deal, but it was the 100th Anniversary of Girl Scouts and there was some concert thing going on in the rotunda. And there were Girl Scouts everywhere. Crowding us. Making our line for the Flying Dutchman ropes course long. Smiling at us.
Ugh.
So, yes, I would like a personal retreat. It would be nice.
See, I like to be alone.
But, in being a wife and mother, I hardly get any time alone. There is some time at the end of the night when I can be alone, but I tend crash into that time with a "Congratulations to me, I made it to the end of the day" exhaustion and don't do anything productive with it anyway.
And, by productive, I mean thinking time. Contemplating time.
Sometimes, even with scheduled time alone (which I do get, on occasion), like in the middle of the day, there is other stuff that needs to be done (like working on pictures, making supper, and all the rest of it). So, that doesn't really make for the kind of alone time I want either.
This is why I need a personal retreat. I want time to REALLY be alone. A time to get bored. A time to think. A time to get to know myself again.
I guess I kind of had this in November, in what has come to be known as "Allison's Thanksgiving", and it was great. I was on call to photograph at a birth, so I ended up staying home while the rest of my family went out of town for Thanksgiving. My husband. The kids. The brother-in-law that we live with. His dog. I had the house completely to myself and it was wonderful. Other than a rather pathetic trip to Cub Foods to pick up some packaged comfort food on Thanksgiving Day (Velveeta Shells and Cheese, don't judge), the weekend was perfectly lovely and just what I needed.
So, now I want that again because November was too long ago.
I don't know if you can tell this by reading this blog or not, but I am an introvert. And, as Mark writes in a follow up to his personal retreat article, "According to the standard introvert/extrovert model, those who are more introverted than extroverted tend to stock their energy stores by spending time alone. Those who are more extroverted than introverted, re-energize more by spending time with others."
Being an introvert isn't just a matter of being shy (which I am, but not as much as I once was)... it's about where we go to restore ourselves.
And I haven't had that much lately. The world just seems too... loud. Too busy. Too much.
Minnesota has this State Fair every year ("The Great Minnesota Get-Together") that EVERYBODY seems to love. And I can't stand it. Just too many people. Even family holidays (Vern has four siblings) are overwhelming, with all these family members crammed into one little house. Not fun. And the Zumba class that I go to on Thursday is too crowded. And Mom's Nights Outs are getting crowded (which is why I stay into the wee hours, so I can be there for the time when the group dwindles down to only a handful of people). And last weekend, we went to the Mall of America for Ocean's birthday. Which wouldn't have been a big deal, but it was the 100th Anniversary of Girl Scouts and there was some concert thing going on in the rotunda. And there were Girl Scouts everywhere. Crowding us. Making our line for the Flying Dutchman ropes course long. Smiling at us.
Ugh.
So, yes, I would like a personal retreat. It would be nice.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
35th Birthday Recap
Here is how I spent my 35th birthday, because I know you were wondering.
This is me with my mother, taken close to my birth minute, which my mom said was, "Seven thirty-something."
Now, this is me with my family and my birthday cheesecake:
And this is just me with the birthday cheesecake. I curled my hair, because my mom had something called a "curling iron", so I decided to use it on my "hair".
Ocean and Ezra made these cards for me:
Now, here we are rollerskating, which we do every year for my birthday.
And this is me with my youngest daughter, Peace.
And then we ate a buffet at Best of India, which was really, really good.
And, here I am with Beard-o. I don't know why he has a beard. When I asked him, he said, "Because sometimes I have a beard."
And that was it, in a nutshell. I might post a video tomorrow.
This is me with my mother, taken close to my birth minute, which my mom said was, "Seven thirty-something."
Now, this is me with my family and my birthday cheesecake:
And this is just me with the birthday cheesecake. I curled my hair, because my mom had something called a "curling iron", so I decided to use it on my "hair".
Ocean and Ezra made these cards for me:
Now, here we are rollerskating, which we do every year for my birthday.
And this is me with my youngest daughter, Peace.
And then we ate a buffet at Best of India, which was really, really good.
And, here I am with Beard-o. I don't know why he has a beard. When I asked him, he said, "Because sometimes I have a beard."
And that was it, in a nutshell. I might post a video tomorrow.
Friday, March 2, 2012
My Sex Life
Who wants to read about my sex life?
I wrote a guest post about it for The Sexy Mamas.
Click on this link to read it.
I wrote a guest post about it for The Sexy Mamas.
Click on this link to read it.
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