Struggling with loads of laundry, clutter in the kitchen and chaos in your life? Stress can easily steal our joy. Trish Berg reminds us to simplify the small stuff and find Joy in the Journey.
I am a people person. I like to hang around folks, talk to them, and relate to them. When I am around people, I feel energized, motivated and encouraged. One downside to this writing career is that a lot of the time, it is me, my rear in the chair, and my fingers on the computer keyboard. No people whatsoever. I do talk to myself, but it doesnt help much.
I tend to feel isolated at times, and for a relational person like myself, that can make me feel sluggish and depressed. And though I like all people, I really love being around women, especially moms. And age doesnt matter, from young moms to grandmas. They are my people. They get it, whatever it is. They get me.
They understand that sometimes the doorbell rings and catches you, well, unsupported. You suddenly have a split second decision to make. Answer the door with your arms folded, or make a mad dash for the laundry hamper to dig out a bra, sprits it with Fabreze and make do.
They understand that sometimes you only have time to shave on leg during your shower until someone, most likely one of your children, comes looking for you.
My people understand that once a month you just dont feel that good. You feel fat, look fat, are tired, cranky and grumpy. And they dont hold that against you.
My people understand why the pair of pants that you wore last week that you thought looked so fantastic are now in the Goodwill donation bag after you saw a picture of yourself wearing them at a family gathering and couldnt believe how unbelievably bad you looked in them. They get that once a pair of pants betray you in print, they must be destroyed- or at least given away.
My people get that when you are on the phone with a girlfriend, you will inevitably have to use the powder room, and will sit and talk simultaneously. Hey, it may be the only sit down time you have today!
My people understand why there is a secret, hidden bag of chocolate covered pretzels on a shelf behind several serving bowls where only you can get to them, and that you sometimes sneak eat those treats so you dont have to share.
My people understand the need for Spanx to hold everything in without jiggling. In fact, ankle to eyebrow spanx may be the next thing I need, if they could cut in slits so I could see out.
My people get that a guilt-free nap on Sunday afternoon is the best gift you could give on Mothers Day, that is, next to a day at the spa.
My people understand the value of clean underwear, soft slippers and a very strong cup of
coffee to make any day better.
My people get the need for makeup to cover those facial imperfections, the value of deodorant (on me and my kids) and that the cool side of the flipped pillow in the morning are all necessities in a life full of chaos, kids and clutter.
I am a people person. I like to hang around folks, all kinds of folks, talk to them, relate to them, and share my life with them. But women, now we are a different kind of breed. And there is just something reassuring and comforting about hanging out with my kind of people.
