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Does going to the movies alone make me an introvert?

Are you an introvert? Or an extravert?

This question has always confused me.

I’m not shy.

If there’s a party or something fun happening I’d like to be there. (Please invite me!)

I don’t normally have a hard time making friends.

Usually I’m pretty confortable in social settings.

But also…

Ask me my favorite way to spend a day at my discrepancy?

Alone. Probably a cafe or beach or shopping will be involved. There will be books, perhaps music, a nap, my computer (no internet necessary).

And maybe, maaaaybe a friend.

But probably not. Probably I’ll be on my own.

Does this mean I’m in introvert?

I used to go to the movies alone sometimes, on purpose.

Introvert?

I love hosting parties.

Extrovert?

Anyway, who cares really. It is what it is. I think I’ve written on this before actually, but lately I just keep seeing things online about being introverted so I suppose it’s on my mind a little.

And to be honest? Tonight I just didn’t feel like writing and so decided I would write the first thing that popped into my mind.

So there it is.

Introverted or extraverted, that is the question.

But it doesnt’ really matter, right? At the end of hte day, we all need people… adn we all need to be alone.

STOP.

 

Q for you: Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Does it really matter?

 

Love,
A

 

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Good Friday, indeed (And why I didn’t rub dirt on my face and lament)

In Australia Good Friday is observed as a public holiday.

Now I could just have a hazy memory, but I don’t think Good Friday is included among our “holidays” in America. (If I’m wrong, please forgive me. It’s been 12 years.)

Ryan and I don’t have EAster Monday off  (some do, but not our workplace), but we do have Good Friday off along with the rest of Australia. So as the day approached I thought a lot about how we should spend our time.

Since we’ve been so crazy busy lately it was kind of a given that we needed some down tiem as a family. But we needed to do something “spiritual” too, right?

Maybe watch The Passion (after the kids are in bed)? or go to a church service? or–I don’t know–rub dirt on our faces and tear our clothes?

But instead we went to the beach.

We ate a picnic lunch.

We played in the water.

We lounged under palm trees.

We ate fudgesicles.

We loaded sandy little feet and wind blown hair and rosy-shouldered bodies into the car.

And as we were driving home from the beach I thought to myself, what a perfect GOod Friday.

I do’t want to mourn on Good Friday. I don’t want to lament.

Yes, there’s been pain. There’s been suffering. There’s been incredible injustice.

I understand all of that. (As much as my finite mind can at least.)

But I also understnad htat the reason for all of that is to give us a good day. A very good day.

A day so good that we can’t help but give thanks to the One who has sacrificed and poured out his everything so that we might have incredible, amazing, aweosme days like today.

You know, really, really spiritual days.

If it weren’t for his suffereing, there is no way I’d have ever met my husband or have the two gorgeous boys that I have now.

And so what better way to recall his suffering than to enjoy (part of) the very reason he paid the price?

Thank you Holy God, for a Good Friday, indeed.

STOP.

Q for you: Do you observe Good Friday? How?

Love,
A

p.s. I absolutely think there is a time and a space for meditating on the dark hour of the cross and all that it entails. If that’s how you choose to observe Good Friday, then I think that’s wonderful. Today just wasn’t that day for us. And that’s okay too.

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Adriel also writes (using spell check!) on motherhood and parenting at The Mommyhood Memos


The day off I didn’t have

It’s been a big week:

Babies.

Toddlers.

Growth spurts.

The big D.

Tantrums.

Hot, humid days.

Full plates.

Long lists.

Waking babies and insomniac mommies.

Emails.

Lists.

Meetings.

Responsibilities.

Good-byes.

Hellos.

Short naps. Long naps.

Fasting (out of necessity, not choice).

Did I mention the big D?

I’ve been grumpy for much of the week. Sick, tired, and grumpy… and trying not to be.

Cuz a grumpy mommy is no fun for sweet kiddos or lovely husbands.

Being sick made me lose my mothering mojo. I lost my groove. I misplaced my stellar.

I had moments of wanting to trade them in. (Shhh, don’t tell.(

But today helped turn things around.

Today Ryan watched the boys while I holed up in my office and worked. Worked all. day. long. on stuff that’s been piling up. (He even delivered an enormous sandwich – my own personal take-out – without me putting an order in.)

It was glorious.

I felt like such a grown-up, doing grown-up things and listenting to grown-up music and using my grown-up brain.

Turns out I didn’t need a day off at all.

I just needed a day… that was different from the norm.

It’s true what they say: sometimes the best vacation is change.

STOP.

 

Q for you: When is the last time you had a day of change?

 

Love,
A

 

Click Clink Five is a blog by Adriel Booker. | Five minutes a day, unedited. | 2012 All rights reserved. | Adriel also writes on parenting and motherhood at The Mommyhood Memos.