Sometimes It's Hard

Sometimes it's hard to leave your bed. I wake up in the morning around the same time every day but it's been hard to motivate myself to get out of bed. I don't share this to garner more sympathy. Goodness knows I get enough of that just by being pregnant. I share this because I feel like feeling sad, unmotivated, or generally apathetic towards life is something that can be taken way out of context. Either these emotions are seen as definite signs of depression, or they are seen as signs of laziness. What about signs of being human? I doubt there is one person in this world who hasn't had, what I call, an apathy day. Those are the days when you have a lot of things that you could be doing, but what you end up actually doing is lying in bed until your own stink chases you out then doing your chores and counting down the hours until you get to go back to bed again.

It is also days like this that I have to remind myself of the truth of my situation. This is a temporary stop in my journey. Whether I'm living in my own place or living with family, it usually means I haven't been doing something for myself in a while. I was reading a blog post the other day from The Well Nourished Nest titled, "7 Habits of a Highly Happy Stay At Home Mom" where she talks about seven things all stay at home moms should do their best to keep in their routine. Now I'm not a stay at home mom yet, but I'm definitely training to be one. I have a unique circumstance where I get to discover and rediscover my hobbies and what being a stay at home means for me. So here's to new experiences and discovering my passion.

To give you an update on our lives in Vancouver, we've been doing really well. I, personally, have only had a couple of days that I felt were truly hard and those were the days that I didn't have much to do and no one to do nothing with. Those were the days where I felt helpless and pretty useless. One thing I'm learning about myself is I need to feel needed to feel comfortable. Right now, it's easy to feel like I'm just a growing baby factory where my body does all the work so my mind gets bored. I've been fighting this with extra time doing the things I love, like studying the scriptures in greater detail and playing the piano for more than just to practice hymns. I call my parents and siblings more often just to hear their voices and I send more "I love you" texts to my husband. These are the things that make me happy. Once we recover a little better from our move out here, I'll hopefully be able to get to a level where I feel comfortable cooking again too.

Well thanks for reading my rambling. Until next week!