I don’t know that anyone is actually reading my blog (yet : ), but I feel I should write something even though I am uninspired because it’s a blog and the whole idea of a blog is that you write in it continuously, like a journal or a diary (gasp for air).
And journals or diaries aren’t necessarily inspired, are they? They’re ordinary and chronicle our thoughts and feelings about ordinary life. I don’t know about you, but for me, writing allows me to articulate and process my thoughts and feelings–something my mind doesn’t apparently have time for if I don’t do it intentionally–and thus synthesize the mess of experiences I’m going through into conclusions or at least semi-conclusions. Sometimes it can result in something inspired or profound. (This is probably not going to happen in this post. But it can happen.)
So yeah, ordinary life. For me lately that has consisted of work and home life, as it does for most. It’s also consisted of an evolving inner life.
Work life is new. We just moved to Kansas City 4 months ago because my at-home job was transferred to more of an on-location gig in an office here. While moving is ridiculously expensive (especially in this ridiculously bad housing market) and we were sad to say goodbye to some true friends, I for one was positive about the move. I’m originally from this “heartland” part of the country. Things are familiar, people are friendly and life is affordable. I had also reaaaally missed flat land which lays out for miles and miles and gives great views of the sky (Raleigh, “the City of Oaks,” had far too many trees to ever see a sunrise or sunset, strangely enough, not that I’m complaining about trees, because they are great and help us breathe.)
Anyway, I’m transitioning from 4 years of working at home back to working in an office. I appreciate some things — being with other people (mostly), morning prayer (most days), having an office to spread out all my papers and leave all my papers (most of the time). On the other hand, I’m begrudging the business casual dress code (really? at a nonprofit? in 2009? shouldn’t we just do whatever Google does? and I’m pretty sure they can wear jeans and they also have a play room with the little balls you can jump in… yeah…)
So on the whole, you can see the pros outweigh the cons, and I am glad to have a little work community to belong to (GREAT, salt of the earth people, in all honesty) and a job to do in life. Some days I am great at it, some days I am not sure what I am doing, but all in all, we use our God-given gifts as best as we can and make people the top priority (both those we work with and those we aim to serve) and hopefully we end up helping a LOT of hurting people, since we are a nonprofit… that’s where the morning prayer helps us do better than we normally could on our own.
So having moved approximately 1,000 miles cross-country, home life is new, too. We are beyond fortunate to have gotten a beautiful new home, much better than we could have afforded if the market wasn’t recessed beyond recognition (so that turned out to be good for us, on the flip side). We got a foreclosed home that’s never been lived in–didn’t realize that existed. We’ve got our minds set on furnishing rooms right now and next I’ll think about decorating… some curtains and wall hangings might not be a bad idea to up the “homey” factor.
It’s funny buying furniture right now because at the ages of 27 and 29 (almost 30), we’re not longer looking for $25 Craigslist deals (although we’ve done a LOT of that in the past, and it rocks). We are now buying furniture that will last us for having parents come and go, having children, and just having 10, 20, or 30 years of life happen in our home. It’s not for everyone, but nesting is definitely for me at this stage in my life. In a couple years, it will be time for the baby chickadees to arrive! lol The Kutzys. Pastor’s little friends. The kiddos. You know what I’m sayin.
But for now, our life is the life of newlyweds, and we are enjoying this stage. In 8 days, we will celebrate our one year anniversary. We will remember the vows we made, the people who helped us celebrate, and most importantly, what we love about each other. We are blessed (awww..).
And inwardly? Even that is new. We left an intentional home church community in Raleigh. We left our Roman Catholic way of life from our growing up years. (Though we could easily go back to either way of spiritual life, as we like them both and never that officially “left” anything.)
We’ve found a new church just down the road… seriously, just 1.5 miles down the road, and how often does that really happen in our car-centric lifestyles? I was purposely looking for something nearby, having really liked the “neighborhood church” that we just moved from, where everyone was within walking distance so it was easy to do ordinary things together like walk the dog or have dinner.
We are loving how friendly and new-person-aware this church is, and enjoying the blend liturgy here and there with a modern expression of the Body. I think this might be a place, or the place, where we can grow spiritually and socially and in a lot of other ways. So that is amazing. That usually takes months of agony.
I’m about to join a gym. Pastor is happy and furry. Tom needs to find a good job that’s a good fit for him. We’re learning how to cook some new foods, and about to start planning the Thanksgiving menu (Mike and Jess are coming down – woohoo!) Autumn is at its peak.
Ordinary life is the best thing we could ask for at this point in time. So here I am, grateful, and just would like to soak in that gratitude right now… like a piece of bread in some foamy, vanilla-flavored egg batter, about to become scrumptious French toast…. totally soaking up that thankfulness. 🙂