Question for you, dear reader

I am getting ready to try to get on some "lists" of blogs.
(In honor of my goal - which I think might have been a little ambitious.)
I don't really know much about this arena, but do know that when I apply or whatever it's called in this blogging world, they ask for my best posts.

So, I know which ones I like the best-but I can't decide which to submit.
I would like to know which ones you've like the best.
Which ones do you think I should submit to catch these folks' eye?

Please don't be shy-let me know which ones you like or which ones you don't.
And my indecisive heart will be very grateful.
Thanks!

Tasks

There were 9 very specific things on my "to-do" list last week and I only completed part of one of them.
(And my goal of writing at least two meaningful blog posts wasn't even one of the 9-should have been-but wasn't.)

As my daughter would say, "meh."
(I'm not sure what that means, but it seems appropriate here.)

I did accomplish a lot.
So I wrote those things down after the fact and crossed them off, so it would look like I was getting a lot done.
Which I was.

So, this week I have 9 extra items to add to my two that are on the list right now for this week
and I wonder what I will get done that I don't know about yet.
And, would anyone like to come wash windows or weed the beds (flower,that is-the inside one's are not that bad) with me?

The Load He Chose - Sunday School

(This was the summer loaner, we have a later model at this time.)

When little mr. b came home and told me that all kids in his grade were required to take band, I said, "That's great."

When little mr. b told me he wanted to play the tuba, I said, "Really, are you sure?  You already take piano and have pretty good rythm, maybe you could do percussion." (Real meaning "Tubas are really loud and big-are you sure you want to lug that thing around?")

When little mr. b came home and told me that the band teacher had a private meeting with each child in his grade and chose the best instrument for the child, I reminded little mr. b of our previous conversation.

When little me. b came home the day of his meeting, he told me, "Mr. S thinks the tuba is a perfect fit for me."

And I rembered that some things should just be out of my control, because little mr. b wanted to play it and his teacher thought it would be a good fit and it's time for me to step aside and let things be.

But I did get excited when the orthodontist said that braces would be in the works next year. I don't know much about band, but I did think that braces would probably make blowing in a tuba painful.

Mr. S told little mr. b that it would be fine. He could keep playing. little mr. b had already checked.

I was worried about transporting that giant instrument everyday. Mr. S fixed that problem, too. We are blessed with a loaner. A loner that looks to be 100 years old and had a case bigger than my son. Whose  case take up one quarter of my little boys' room and latches cut my leg when left open and I walk by. But, he doesn't have to carry that load back and forth every single day.

And now little mr. b is practicing faithfully (when he remembers or is reminded).

We can recognize some tunes.

And he is happy.

He chose a heavy load

and I am grateful.

Sunday School

Today's Sunday School was very busy.
So busy, in fact, I didn't attend.

Instead, I sat in the foyer and talked with a woman who is replacing me in a position I've held for a year, helping serve the women in our ward (a ward is a geographical boundary that defines who belongs to which congregation - you can see what ward you are in -even if you don't belong to my church- by clicking here). 

We don't have paid clergy.
More about that here.

We participate and are giving "callings." That means we are given a specific job to do (if we accept-and we most always do), serving in different areas in the organization.

I was the Relief Society (women's organization) Secretary.
I have to say that calling has kept me on my toes. Tippy toes. Running.
And I've loved it.

Since I was the secretary, I took care of most of the clerical stuff & had the opportunity to watch the three women in the Presidency (President, 1st Counselor & 2nd Counselor) doing their work.  It was beautiful to watch the love these women had for the other women in our ward and the service they gave to them. It was also beautiful to get to hear a tiny bit about how people in our congregation blessed each other's lives and lives outside of our congregation.

So, now I'm out.
That crazy phone list didn't kill me.
I have passed it on.
Thank goodness.
And I know it is good hands.

That's the beauty of the way the Church is organized. We are a group of people who are willing to work for a higher purpose - to further His work, and do what we are asked. Of course we are human and it's not always perfect, but we do our best.

And I will do my best, with a lot of help, serving the lovely Young Women in our ward.
And I have a secretary.
Who has already asked if I have a current contact list.
I think I'm in love!

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There were a lot of changes in our ward today. A lot. They rearranged the Primary (kids ages 3-12) & Young Women (girls ages 12-18) leadership. Because I was very focused on myself, I don't think I took the opportunity to say how very much I've appreciated all the people who have served and done so much for me & my family. We are better people because of you and I am grateful. I don't know if they will ever see this or not, but I want it out there--Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Stir

Stir frequently has a different meaning than stir constantly.

A Link to a Story that I didn't write.

Picture from here but I think they got it somewhere else.

But that fit
And I needed:

A Case of Mistaken Identity

Harshing on myself

I am having a really hard time with getting on here and writing anything lately.
I love to write.
I love to do this.
I know there are a few of you who come to read. Not a lot, but a few.
I love that but it scares me incredibly.
I'd love to have more readers, but the thought of more people paying attention makes my ideas freeze up.

I'm insecure about the things I put "out there."
I've been to quite a few events in the last few weeks.
The thoughts in my brain have been: "Sit back and be quiet, enjoy the people around you, put on your manners, ask about them"-anything to have any attention focused my way diverted.

Maybe I'm going through another "shy attact.'
Maybe I really am a perfectionist (I claim I'm not) who is afraid of putting something "out there" that isn't just what I think it should be. (And with all my grammer killing and typos, am I really a perfectionist?)
Maybe by putting this "out there," I can jump start out of the silly place my brain has been in over the past few weeks.

Maybe

I need to get over myself.

This is my happy place.

It's ok to be me.

If other people don't like it, they won't visit and if they do visit, they won't come back.

Readers or not, I am happy here. It's making me a better person.

So, here's what I'm going to do:

Set a goal-two quality posts a week.

Set a goal-find one way a week to put myself "out there."

Set a goal-find specific time to get on the blog, because the tug of my work in other areas of my life is very easy to give in to and hide in and if I don't do this, my time won't happen.

Thanks for putting up with my early morning self therapy.

I appreciate your patience.