I’m working on a Christmas poem to share with my church this Sunday. I initially bowed out of contributing one because I’m anxious, and honestly, I don’t love public speaking like I used to. I’ve gotten quieter. But the pastor’s wife has kindly offered that they could print it in the program or someone else could read it. I might take her up on that. I’m revising my poem now. Sharing something with my creative congregation would be lovely.
Once upon a time, I would have been eager to read a poem in front of everyone, but since starting to headcover and practicing submission, I’ve changed. I now just want to contribute to the beauty of the celebration. I’m okay with eyes not being on me. Honestly, as anxious as I get, I prefer not to have them on me.
Yesterday I got down on the floor and cleaned each stair with Lysol wipes. I have dreadful balance, so I get nervous I will fall on stair days. But I am able to get them cleaner by hand than I can with a mop and broom. In the afternoon, I got a lot of housework done.
I picked a beautiful leaf from one of the trees on our property and pressed it in a book. If that doesn’t work well, I’ll buy a flower press. I’m really excited to use dried flowers and leaves for still lifes.
Today (so far), I cleaned the fish tank and the bathroom. I have dinner going in the crockpot. Things are going well overall. I saw my doctor this morning and he’s changing one of my medicines. A good start.
Life at Home 