I’ve not changed addresses to this remote location (even though my husband deems this as paradise). I’ve very much still alive and well; rejuvenated, in fact. Following my fabulous inaugural vendor experience, I promised myself to take the month of May off from junking. I told others, simply to hold myself accountable for my 1-month junking hiatus.
In this busy life, we all have our “thing.” Junking is definitely my “thing.” As a checks and balance to keep my thing, my “thing,” I used the month of May to finish out my responsibilities as a teacher, celebrate our May babies, find time for fun with family and friends, and to ramp up for a summer of junking bliss. Here is a recap from my May shenanigans.
I started by getting some more ink with my dear friend Jamie. My miniature vintage-inspired arrow is now a permanent reminder to keep moving forward and never look back.
We escaped neighborhood kisses (some were close calls) when we delivered our annual May Day baskets.
Speaking of May Day, we also celebrate our own little May Day baby, as Claire turned 4 on May 1st. A few weeks later, our Ethan turned 9 on May 17. The fellow Norwegians out there know that, too, is a holiday, Seiten de Mai.
Another celebration included Mother’s Day. This handmade gift from Ethan will be cherished always. It melts my heart he loves that I love junking. He proudly gave it me, complete with dripping glue and wet marker.
Our little dancer concluded her year in dance, as our little leauge’r started his season with the “Rockies.”
We enjoyed watching things grow.
We enjoyed the Zac Brown Band at Target field with old and new friends.
Both the kids and I said goodbye to our classrooms and the 2015-16 school year. Ethan & Claire were blessed with great teachers. I would even argue Mrs. Maras’ students felt the same (wink, wink).
Although I spent 99% of May away from the junking business, I couldn’t resist the urge to attend a sale hosted by a gentleman who lives in an old train station.
Ok….I did some dumpster diving too.
Most recently, I decided to become an official sunset chaser. Is that even a thing?
So, as you can tell, May had me busy. I knew it would be, so stepping away from my junk was necessary. Oddly enough, it’s all still waiting for me. I am ready to fire up the sander and get my hands dirty again.
I challenge you to recognize your “thing” in life and to step back from it from time to time, only to gain a deeper appreciation for it.