I just found myself sitting on my new tufted Walmart-special couch thumbing through Facebook. It all started while I was picking up my closet and remembered I wanted to text someone who I was thinking about. I quickly became encompassed into my news feed from a notification and wouldn’t you know it– 15 minutes had passed. I promise this is relevant 🙂
My over analytical nature kicked in and I began to wonder what was so lucrative about Facebook. Every picture or post I passed sparked a thought. I can get so lost and intrigued by people. Which led me to my next thought– “woman (self talk of course), I wish I had a friend to talk to whenever I wanted, about whatever I wanted.” HAHA Did you get that? I chuckle when I write and see what my thoughts say. I do have a friend who I can talk to whenever I want and His name is Jesus. Aside from that, I believe most women have a need to vent and pour out all the “feels” that they have to a tangible human. If most women are anything like me (which I am very sure in this aspect they are), their minds ebb and flow through a laundry list of ideas in a matter of seconds. This conjures up an array of emotions that by the end of 2 minutes you can feel sad, happy, excitement, fear or insert-any-emotion-here.
Stick with me here because I think this will all come full circle. After all this thinking, I simply feel drained. I want to feel all these things, process all these things and TALK about all these things. Let the pity party begin. I don’t know that I have someone I can be that raw and real with. I mean I have a select handful of friends that I can talk to about anything but they will tire of hearing ALL of it.
And then it hit me. I am sure, and I mean sure that I am not the only woman that feels this way. And what in the world am I doing? Thumbing through Facebook, numbing my thoughts and hoping to find some hidden treasure of encouragement. That’s just it. Encouragement. I need it. You need it. Our kids need it. And believe it or not, our husbands need it.
I look around and see encouraging quotes and photos all over Facebook but what I want to see more of (in my own life in particularly) is more real-life, doing-life, digging in, truthful encouragement. For now my focus is going to be on two parts– my husband and any momma I come in contact with.
What do I mean by this? I hope in my life it looks a little something like this– honest responses to text, phone calls to check up on someone whom I may have only ever text, snail mail to a friend whose love language is gifts, random drop off of some coffee to my fellow-lacking-sleep mommas, leave-it notes on my husbands dashboard just to say “You make me uber proud” or whatever would be encouraging if someone did it for me.
And this blog post– I hope you find it encouraging. Maybe you are pity partying with a good ol’ cup of joe like I am and wondering what could make things better. Either way- thanks for reading and cheers to a new year!
XO Kins
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