hyggelig year? maybe.

It’s late December. The holidays are over. The last time I wrote something here was early this summer and now we are in the beginning of winter! Gah! I’m at the library with a couple days to myself on winter break from work while my son is at daycare (don’t judge — he stayed home with me yesterday and we have to pay for daycare whether or not he goes!). When I’m here at the library with this blank white space in front of me, I just don’t know what to write except perhaps a few concrete details about my life. I’m just tired. This seems to be a new pattern — I only have moments to write on my days off, which, as most moms know, aren’t real days off but time to check off items on the to-do list. So, I’ll make this quick and head out to do some errands.

Well. As in recent years, I kind of forgot hygge was my ‘word of the year.’ Although I began the year with a spirit of hygge, I wasn’t intentional about cultivating it the rest of the year. I’m sure the hygge moments existed, the cuddles on the couch, dozens of cups of coffee, board games, laughter with people, and so forth, but I forgot to try. It was a good year, though. My family is happy and healthy. We lost a few chickens (as expected) but otherwise, we are all good. God is good.

I’ll have another update with my plans for 2019 soon. Cheers, friends.

 

hyggelig months. kind of.

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What I typed in January:

Since I’m not on Facebook anymore, and I’m kind of slowing down from everything in general, I thought it would be good to start writing blog posts again. When I have time. Usually during the child’s nap. Or one of the many snow days we’ve had so far this month.

I haven’t really reflected too much on my previous words [of the year], but wanted to check in with y’all and let you know what I’ve done, changes, and feelings I’ve had.

If you remember, this year’s word is hygge.

In January, I have:

  • Completed a jigsaw puzzle.
  • Read books.
  • Watched several movies.
  • Played in the snow. And the leaves. And the mud. And the ice. And sun.
  • Stayed off Facebook 90% of the time, thus, stayed off my phone more.
  • Picked up some knitting needles & yarn to start a small project. (Did not finish…)
  • Not spent as much money. I didn’t buy anything extra or unnecessary.
  • Played some board games with my husband.
  • Carried a Rubik’s cube around. For me and the child. (You’re never too old for that, right? Maybe? Oh well.)
  • Drank cups of tea, and warm water with lemon/honey/cinnamon for health.
  • Attended my women’s small group (new study – Armor of God!).

The child also spent the first weekend of January in the hospital; we brought him to the doctor, confused that he wasn’t walking/putting weight on his leg. The doctor sent us to the ER. We spent all day at the ER, and an overnight in the Children’s hospital. There was a lot of waiting. A lot of waiting. The child was happy and cheerful, which I am so grateful for. The times he was napping, my husband and I were just sitting, waiting. I know it was hard for him to wait. It was hard for me too. But oh, what a reminder to be still and know that He is God! In the end, he was diagnosed with transient synovitis and sent home with some Motrin. I am so thankful that it was just a strange, treatable infection in his hips, but it was definitely worrying.

And then there were all the school closings! And unexpected snow days! And more rest. And sledding and snowmen and catching snowflakes with our tongues. And as quickly as the snow came, it melted away to 50 degree, rainy days. Only to snow again the following week. Crazy. When I was a child, I always wished I was in a place where the weather was different nearly every day. …..I think I got my wish!

Along with this, I have been feeling a shift inside myself. The more I dive into God’s Word, the more the world I live in breaks apart into tiny pieces and fades away because the things we see just don’t matter. The colors we have chosen to paint our walls with, the dishes we use, the clothes we have, the decorations (or lack of) on the front door, the cars we drive, our jobs, it just shatters into pieces….. replaced with a blanket of white. A blanket of peace and truth and grace. God. These…. things don’t matter. I need to remind myself of this. I need to remember this. I need to remember this that I had remembered and held onto just a few short years ago. Shed myself of the expectations that others… and let’s face it.. our selves.. have placed on us. Mascara has been tossed in the garbage. No more of that. You’re getting me, stripped down. Focused on taking care of my body, simplicity, etc. etc. Not sure how to put this into words.

What I typed in February:

Well. After that last thought in my previous paragraph, I stepped away from writing this post and there was another shift. A not so good one. I went back on Facebook a little bit this month. I started falling into discontentment again. The child got sick, I got sick (flu + pneumonia, actually, for the first time ever). Husband got sick. I fell behind in my housekeeping, my work, my schoolwork, my bible study, life in general. Right now, I feel like I’m swimming against the current, more and more things piling up. More bills. More sickness. More repairs needed. More messes. The further forward I go, the more I feel like I’m slipping back. I’m in a slump right now. Just feeling blah. I am overwhelmed and worn down. Trying to do everything at once. Trying to keep up. Not sure where to begin. Trying to shake this feeling that life has been consistently falling apart ever since we moved to Kentucky. There has been so much good in our lives, but I am constantly blinded by all that is not good. Trying to push that aside and just focus on the good. I don’t know. Februaries have never been my favorite months.

Now, it is March. Today:

One week in this month and I already feel a lot better than I did in February. Still coughing, and my own health not feeling 100%, but not as bad as it was. Someone rear-ended me the other day when leaving work, so that was fun (not). At that point, I was nearly numb to the incident because, well, let’s just keep adding more stuff to my plate, right? There’s nothing I can do but react calmly, and deal. January was definitely hygge. February, not so much. March? We’ll see. I do feel that positive shift coming back, though. I no longer feel behind in life. I have been writing down all my thoughts and plans for this month in lists and calendars. Things feel a little more organized again. It was 60 degrees a couple days ago and the following morning, we woke up to snow on the ground. Kentucky weather is funny. It keeps me on my toes. Life keeps me on my toes.

books read so far:

The Little Book of Hygge by Meik Wiking
Chasing Slow by Erin Loechner
There’s No Such Thing As Bad Weather by Linda McGurk
The Book of Hygge: The Danish Art of Living Well by Louisa Thomsen Brits
Raising Grateful Kids in an Entitled World by Kristen Welch
Hygge: The Danish Art of Happiness by Marie Tourell Soderberg
Nomadland by Jessica Bruder
Moo by Sharon Creech
…and of course, Llama Llama Red Pajama and God Bless You, And Good Night.

movies watched so far:

Little Miss Sunshine (2006)
Dukes of Hazzard (2005)
Moonlight (2016)
Spotlight (2015)
Get Out (2017)
Dunkirk (2017)
The Breakfast Club (1985)
Semi-Pro (2008)

How has your year been so far?

Much love, Laura

the year of: hygge.

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Resolutions? Bah. Never really works out for me. No one needs a huge list of goals at the beginning of the year set with great intentions but then becomes some odd to-do list and you feel like a failure when you don’t do something so you give up altogether (yes, that was a long run-on, I don’t care). Keep it short and simple. I just have a word.

Five years ago, my word of 2013 was light.
Four years ago, my word of 2014 was release.
Three years ago, my word of 2015 was nourish.
Two years ago, my word for 2016 was presence.
This past year, my word for 2017 was authentic.

This year? The word for 2018 will be HYGGE.

To me, HYGGE is

  1. slowing down. taking a breath. calm.
  2. togetherness. community. connecting.
  3. thankfulness. embracing the small things.
  4. coziness. warmth.
  5. well-being. happiness. health.
  6. comfort. peace. being. simplicity.
  7. all these things rolled up into one word.

There are two things about 2018’s word that are different than my previous words:

  • It’s not an English word. It’s actually Danish. But, who cares.
  • It’s somewhat of a trendy word. But I just heard of it a month ago. I’ve stopped caring what people think (can you tell??), so what if it’s a trendy word. I like it. And I think it encompasses just what I need.

I also have a secondary word: intention. Within this hygge [pronounced “hoo-geh”] year, I want to include a specific purpose, and intention behind everything I do. Really connect with others. Pay attention. Manage time better. Waste less time on things that don’t matter.

2017 was an incredible stressful year for us. Actually, the end of 2017 added a lot more stress (hello, everything breaking and tight finances) and we rang in the new year on a somewhat icky note (stress and sick). I really need to let go, calm down, and find peace again. I carry a lot on my shoulders and it really weighs me down. I am not myself.

In 2018, I need less electronics, less stress, less mess, less worry, less distraction, less debt. I crave more community, more candlelit evenings, more writing, more bread dipped in olive oil, more wine, more cake, more time with those in my life, more Jesus.

Time for hygge. Cheers.