All of my smart friends have chosen a word to exemplify something important for them in the year 2013. I obviously don’t include myself in the list of ‘smart’ friends, as I am sure to have offended a few that haven’t chosen a word. There are other words that I could have put there instead of ‘smart’. ‘Driven’, perhaps, or ‘motivated’. I could point out that there are only five (that I am aware of) people in my circles that have officially chosen their word. I do believe that there are far more than five smart people among all of those that I communicate with regularly, and far more that I barely touch base with on Face Book from time to time.
What I’m getting at, I guess, is that I’m having a rough time finding this elusive word. It doesn’t make sense to me. I like words. It shouldn’t be difficult for me to find one that defines something that I intend to strive for.
Last night, when I went to bed (isn’t that when the best thoughts come upon us?) I had two ideas that did some kind of strange dream-world meld. These ideas weren’t some sudden revelation cracking through my mind like lightning bolts. This is somewhat disappointing. Lightning bolt moments are amazing!
The thoughts were combinations of two ideas that I have been reading about, hearing, and seeing in many places over the past few months.
Okay, interruptable isn’t a word, but it’s the best way to consolidate the idea. Orange. That one is all over the place.
I’ve been reading a book in The Orange Series titles ‘Parenting Beyond Your Capabilities’.
I read a blog, Orange Rhino about a one year challenge to stop yelling.
Orange has been surpassing green as my favorite color over the past two years. Orange. Of all colors. I have painted the girls’ bedroom orange. Two shades of it. The boy’s room has a thick orange stripe all the way around it. I have an orange duvet cover. I am strategizing how to change the living room and kitchen decor to include orange. Yes, it’s that important to me. I began liking the idea of orange before I heard of ideas linked to orange. Now, every time I see orange around my home, or when I wear orange, I remember what I’m doing. Or, what I hope I’m doing. Or, most probably, I’m reminded what it is I want to be doing instead of what I am doing.
I want to be who I was created to be. I want to be patient and kind. Gentle and peaceful. Joyful and with self control. No biggie, right?
So many things compete for time in my thoughts, it’s easy to forget what I was thinking about or researching last week. Even the things I was excited about! There is so much information, noise, and activity in our lives that committing to a course of action seems difficult. We need challenges and accountability partners, and creative ways to remind ourselves to stay on track. Well, I do, anyway.
Orange is the thing that is reminding me. One of bigger ideas I am reminded of is being Interruptable.
I get caught up in things. I have learned how to shut out noise and activity to concentrate on something. A book, a project, whatever. But…I have children. Scads of them. Seven, in fact. Have you ever tried to tune out seven children? It never ends well.
No one has to tell me that the needs of my children are more important than whatever project I am currently working on. I know this. The problem is when I don’t act like I know it. When I am concentrating and thinking and researching and I’m on a roll and someone wants me to look at something or hear a joke that I’ve heard them tell countless times. When my response is is a terse “in a minute!”, I have not shown my child that they are, in fact, more important that my project.
Just this morning, I began this post when my children were in bed and the house was quiet. They got out of bed one by one. They wanted breakfast, so I stopped writing to cook and feed them. One wanted a book read to her. It was her brand new book, the one she just received for her third birthday yesterday. So, I stopped writing and read to her. Then the four year old wanted my to play Sorry with him. So, I stopped writing and played Sorry with him. Next, I’ll be taking a child to a birthday party, taking another child to an educational outing, then returning home to start dinner, get a child off to music lessons and take another one to pick up a sketch book. All interruptions of this blog post.
But they are infinitely more important than this post. Even if it takes me all day to get it written. I don’t have an editor, so I’ll be hoping that my grammar is acceptable and my thoughts are coherent.
And I’ll be hoping that some of you begin to like orange.