It’s been quite a while since I’ve shared a confession post. This week feels like the right time to revisit this series.
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I have shared many a photo of our family gathered around for our first ceremonial lighting of the season, soups and stews simmering on the top, and how much I love the meditative practice of building a fire and creating our heat.
And I do love all these things.
Except when I don’t.
The flu recently made its way through our home, landing me and my little ones in bed for several days.
With fevers and body aches, every task became extra challenging. And I have to tell you, I did NOT love our woodstove during these days.
Having to carry wood and make heat when you are physically compromised is exhausting. (And yes, John took care of us as best he could but his work schedule does not allow him to be home during the day, and so at those times it was me who was the fire starter / tender.)
And I just really feel the need to say this. And feel it and honor it.
It’s soooo easy to get lost in the romance of country life and simple times and gathering wood and tending chickens and all that good stuff that I love so much.
But it’s not all simple. And sometimes it’s anything but romantic.
Sometimes my beautiful woodstove is the recipient of several muttered choice words as I sit in a heap of exhaustion and tears.
And sometimes I would give anything for a button on the wall that I could flip and make instant heat.
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So, I’m not lying to you (or myself) when I talk about how much I love our woodstove and our more rustic way of living.
But I would be lying to you, if I didn’t share that sometimes I do not love it. At all.
How about you? Do you ever have a love-hate relationship with your lifestyle choices? Come on and share. It’s okay.