I guess you’d consider me a tightly wound person. At least John would. And probably my kids. And my mom. I dream of being able to go with the flow and let things roll off my back, but try as I might, I simply feel things deeply and seem to be unable maintain peace in my heart when things go differently than I plan. Yes, I micromanage, vacuum out my car regularly, have my diaper bag organized with zipper pouches and carry tweasers and fingernail clippers with me wherever I go. And, surprise surprise, my Type A personality often leaves me disappointed, stressed, anxious and feeling defeated.
Like the other day. We had just gotten back from vacation, so naturally I was feeling the opposite of how you’d feel after getting back from a vacation because I had been on vacation with babies which means I wasn’t on vacation, I was on a trip. Frazzled, frustrated, feeling emotionally lonely and worn out, I decided to take the kids to the county fair across town so that John could get some work made up from his time away. And whaddya know, parking was $10 (which I didn’t find out until we got there) so that wasn’t happening. I wanted to cry, I wanted to crazy laugh, I wanted to be alone. I didn’t know where to go, so I just started driving. And there, in the distance, I saw the spire poke up over the high way and knew just where to go. “Boys? We’re going to the Temple!”
And there was peace. My heart calmed, my perspective clarified, my attitude leveled. It took a few minutes and a few photos and then I just felt…..healed. I’m working on being able to chill and go with the flow in my daily life, and I know I’ll get better at it. But the other day, I needed the Temple.
And of course, a family footie. Because we matched.