This Inconsistent Life

I've been given a warning; the blog-police have issued an invalid citation of bored-blog-syndrome and I must rectify the situation before it becomes contagious.

Admittedly, I've never been consistent with blogging.  Or dishes.  Or laundry.  Or anything, for that matter.  I'm very spontaneous, always late, sometimes a know-it-all and always me.  So, when it comes to blogging, you can always expect the unexpected.  I won't win any blog-awards.  I'm okay with that, too.

This last year started in January with me going back to school at a local community college to finish my associates degree and while I thought it would be easy - it has proven me wrong.  What it has done, though, is taught me a little bit more about myself.  I've learned that I work well under pressure.  I can meet scholastic deadlines and while not the best at it, still be a farmhousewife.  So far, I've managed to stay a straight "A" student.  I'd like to keep it that way.

Also in my other pocket of busy-ness is the volunteering I do with the Montgomery County Farmers' Market.  Formed in February of this year, a group of committed and like-minded individuals came together and moved forward with a Farmers' Market.  On a weekly basis, we all pack up our goods, meet at the designated location, and put on our tables the heart and souls worth of our life-work.  Sometimes we make a few dollars, sometimes we don't. There are some days when we actually lose money.  Nevertheless, it has been a most rewarding venture, one which I'd like to continue and mostly because of the nicest people I've come to know and love.

Rounding up the inconsistencies of life, this last summer, my husband grew very ill.  While we never did find the cause and aren't likely to, the most important thing is that he's getting better now.  Life is precious, and we must live in the "now" in order to truly and fully "live."

Aligned with the theory that life is precious and we must live in the "now" - I and my family mourn the passing of a friend, Vickie Parsons Hayden, and grieve for the family she left behind. The sparkle in her eye and her dazzling smile told me that she lived life, not for then or later but here, and now - in this moment.  And so, in her honor I will carry flashy pocket-books, wear my useless high heels and sometimes curl my hair and put make-up on for no reason.

And today, I will not worry about whether or not I can keep up with three blogs, a farmhouse, full-time school, a six-year old and a husband.  I will not worry about how to spend the paycheck from my twice-a-week part-time job or the past-due electric bill.  I'm going to soak up the colors of the changing leaves.  I'm going to go to math class and learn square roots.  I'm going to see my friends and fellow vendors at the farmers' market and then come home to a sink full of dishes and be grateful that what I have is now.

Life is inconsistent.  I'm going to embrace it.

/

In Loving and Vivid Memory of Vickie Parsons Hayden
9/27/66 to 10/9/11
23rd Psalm