Reframes

As the weekend crashes to a stop, all the should-have-dones and wish-i'd-done-differentlys come sliding down like uncleared snow onto my windshield.

Briefly, I spoke to God about this. "You can reframe it," I felt him laughing at me, "you're a writer. Write it differently." 

Spent too much time in my book and the laundry didn't get folded. The reframe? I rested and recharged ahead of a busy week.

I feel like I didn't connect with each of the kids very much today. The reframe? I hosted Sam's friends so he could build those friendships, drove Vava and her friend across town so they could connect, played pictionary with Kachi, and kitchen soccer with Pascal. 

I wish I'd gotten more veggies into the kids today. The reframe? I fed my kids homemade food today! 

The weirdest thing is, both the discouragements and the reframes are true. I can decide which ones I want to read. 

It's always, always, always a matter of perspective, isn't it? 

Merry Christmas, friends. Thanks for writing joy into my life.

Xo.