Basement Playroom Begins!

Let's do a recap. Do you remember our massive Purge last summer? Do you recall our garage sale? I tell you, we have slimmed down to the necessary and cleared a large space in the basement.

Since August, this space in our basement is essential to my morning routine. After running the children to school, Babe and I spend the next hour or so in this new found space. I exercise, he plays while glancing at a carefully picked out show of his choice. It's become a daily habit now, and the day just isn't right without that hour down there. I've come to appreciate how this one hour of my day can change not only my levels of activity or waist measurements, it actually changes my attitude toward the whole rest of the day.

They say exercise releases endorphins. And I believe it does. I feel better. My attitude is one of 'anything's possible' rather than 'it probably won't work'....and that's big for a pessimist like me. Oh, I mean, realist like me. Even after a good lengthy workout, if my iPod tunes are just right, I might just get in a few minutes of activity with a good dance and laugh with the Babe.

Have you ever noticed that? That more activity, while yes, can wear you out, it makes you happier? Just feels good to sweat. Isn't that strange? But true. It can set your whole day different. I have more patience. I have more energy and enthusiasm to conquer my tasks in the day. It's an amazing thing.

Now, back to the basement. HH has been working down there, framing it in, and soon, it will be wired up, drywalled, carpeted, painted and finished. How about that? It's a whole new living space.....like we just upped the square footage of usable space in our home. I love that. I really love that, and wish we had done it sooner.

I'll be honest, it was hard to let go of so much down there.....in that sense of 'what if'. What if I happen to need that one day? What if someone I know could use that in a few years? What if, what if, what if. You can waste a life with 'what ifs'. You can miss out on a lot, just waiting for those 'what ifs' to actually come true. And if they don't? What then? Time has been wasted.

I made peace with the letting go, and at times, HH had to remind me to not let too much slip away. We have a manageable stash of storage, camping gear, Holiday decor, canning supplies and the food and paper products that we buy in bulk. It makes sense. We aren't waiting for something. We are living in the now.

I can't stress this enough. Living in the now, is like a huge weight lifted off of us. Living in the now, enjoying our home, our family, our lives together, and using the space we have to do exactly that, is a gift. Before I think, I stored that gift away, waiting for the future to come....waiting for time to free up.....waiting for life to come to me. Over this past six months or so, my outlook has changed dramatically.

They say you have to 'make time'. I never really understood that saying, but I get it now. It means to prioritize: what's really important, and make it happen. It's that pushing up the priority list, those items that have sunk to the bottom, but in all objectivity, you can see, they should be number 1, and not the last on the list. It happens. Things sink down, even important things, sink down the list, until you forget they are even on there, perhaps they even fall off. It happens to us all.

You only have one life. If you are waiting on something to happen before truly living your life the way you want or need to, or the way God has called you....examine your list of priorities. Go deep. Search within yourself, pray for guidance to see what God planned for you and your family. Revise that list. Then go step by step, take your time, and pray for fortitude.

I never thought we could do it. I never thought our once packed to the ceiling basement could now be a place for health, exercise, kids to play or have friends over. Step by step, with God's help, we have made pathways for a different future....one filled with a whole new bag of possibilities. We let go. It can be tough to let go of past habits or failures, but use the tools you have, to move forward. If WE can, anyone can. You won't regret it. Not. One. Minute.

Domo Arigato Gozaimasu Nihon - Thank You Japan

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