Overcoming Overwhelm: Tackling Life’s Challenges One Detail at a Time (or How to Eat an Elephant)

Oh friends! Have you heard the saying “It’s all in the details?” I’ve been feeling it this week. All the tiny things that have added up. Perhaps details are not the right thing to describe all those little nuggets of the day to day that need to be done but just eat up time. Mother’s day weekend has passed and we’ve all heard the stories of moms who need a break from all the things they do all day… and it’s true. My Pinterest board is loaded with things I’d love to try but never seem to get around to. There always seem to be dishes to do, or laundry, or a meeting, or a stupid walk for my mental health…

It’s not that I am bitter about it, it just seems to be fact that there is always some little thing. A form needs signing. A call needs to be made. A shelf fell down in our bathroom. It sat for days on the counter while I found proper hooks and measured and stuck it back up. It’s more than likely too high, but I am not fixing it again. Even tonight, a belt broke on our riding lawnmower, and the hubby had to hook it back up (with much fiddle-dee-dum frustration I may add to get it all aligned and working). It was a task that seemed to take way longer than it should. A hook. A lost button. And don’t forget to feed the dog. Empty the dishwasher. Is it me? Am I so disorganized I never seem to be up to date? Or is that just life?

Speaking of life… that comes in little things, too! If you have been following mittonmusings for any period of time, you know that one of the goals, one of the bucket list items, one of the long sought after tasks were chickens! WELL THEY ARE HERE!! Six beautiful little babies arrived on Thursday. Even then, there were tiny glitches. They were supposed to arrive on Tuesday, but the hatchery didn’t get orders and so we were postponed a few days. Don’t ask me what happened to the day old chicks that were born on Tuesday?! Maybe I don’t want to know. Anyway… teeny little peepers are now running around my living room (well not literally running around, but they are contained with lots of space in my living room). Again, they have been an example to me of tiny details making all the difference. They each have their own markings and personalities and have grown so fast in less than a week! Tiny wing and tail feathers are starting to show, and their legs and necks are stronger than the day I brought them home all snuggled together in a cardboard box. I am beside myself with joy. So is the dog. Beside himself that is, I dunno about the joy part.

Six baby Chicks have Arrived!

Even my momma robin nesting in the barn has chicks now! Tiny buds are sprouting in my flower bed. Thousands of tadpoles are lining the edges of our pond. The mosquitoes are returning, too. Billions of tiny things are springing right now! What are some of the small, seemingly insignificant things you have noticed in your world today? Have you taken the time to seek them out? Or are you feeling the crunch of all the details in a different way?

I suppose, therefore, it is ones perspective of the details, or “little things” that produce the outcome of our emotions behind the events. Do we struggle and feel overwhelmed that there are too many little things that need to get done? Or are we patient and take one thing at a time and enjoy it ? Savouring the details like fine wine. They say that the easiest way to eat a giant elephant is one bite at a time. And so it is.

As I ponder these things, I am reminded about the story of the mustard seed. Jesus explained that even if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can move mountains! I’ve been looking at our property … and we are learning there are a lot of details in maintaining such land… not to mention an old house and a bunch of creatures. I can easily get trapped in the frustration of pride, jealousy, anger etc. that the world view puts on home ownership. Keeping up with the Jones’? Ha! Let’s just focus on getting the grass cut. Of course, I want to have the beautiful gardens and whimsical bunny hotels and bird baths, but these things take work (and cash). Should I be so focused on the big picture? Or is God asking me to eat my elephant one bite at a time? Is it possible to have all I want in under a year of living here? My guess is that it’s not going to work out that way.

Let’s go back to that mustard seed. Perhaps my theology is all wrong in my comparison between faith and house chores. Maybe I shouldn’t compare earthly things to heavenly. Yet the tiny mustard seed… in fact all the seeds I have been looking at lately… are an example to me of how much potential are hidden in the small details. An acorn becomes a mighty oak. My little peeps will grow and produce eggs soon enough. The surrounding farmer fields will soon be higher than me. Things around here will get done, eventually. I have faith. I read somewhere that the meaning of the mustard seed is that our faith is only as strong as the One it’s placed in. And my faith is in a great big God who has blessed us with Itsnotta Farm. So many prayers of petition went in to moving here. Prayers for not only the physical, but that we would do God’s service here with this space and for this time in our lives. It’s an adventure I asked God for. Therefore, I am confident He will see us through it… and all the details that go along with being here.

I’m feeling like this post is a little convoluted. My A.I. assistant is going to tell me I’m not fluent and should “create headers to make my readers understand my message better”. Another detail to worry about. So, you’ll forgive me if I am just throwing you in my messy musings without clear and concise thoughts and conclusions. After all, I am trying to eat an elephant over here this week. Perhaps it will taste better with some mustard.

I Wanna Go Home

“I wanna go home!” is usually shouted by a frustrated five year old who isn’t getting their own way at school, or the mall, or in the drive through. It’s usually accompanied by a stomp of the foot and hand clasped in tight little fists before angrily shoving them on teeny little hips. This phrase can also be heard in a quiet whisper to a extroverted husband by his very introverted wife at a social gathering where she knows very few people and is going on entirely too long. Or the awkward teenager who can not stand one more minute with nosy relatives on this family vacation reunion thing that they didn’t want to go to in the first place. Insert eye roll and retreat to the car for “quiet time” (i.e. texting random friend who wasn’t invited).

“I Wanna Go Home!”

Home. I’ve thought a lot about it over the last few years. We uprooted our children from their childhood home to move out here. The hubby has moved several times. What’s home for him? Is it “stuff”? Is it the people who live there? Is it your experiences in a place you are familiar with? You know the back roads and how to “get home” quickly when there’s traffic. You can wear whatever you want at home. You can dump all your stuff and kick off your shoes at home. What makes a house a home? How would you define it?

I moved my bunnies into their “new home” today. Baby chicks are coming soon and the bunnies needed to be out in the sunshine, on green grass after a long winter. So off to the bunny run they go. It was interesting to watch them sniff the familiar and “mark” it as their own with cheek rubs. I wonder how they will adapt to the unfamiliar? Will it make them nervous and stressed out, or will they be curious and embrace the change? Will all three get along now that they have bigger space? Time will tell.

Getting the New Bunny Home Ready

We’ve been at our house for almost a year now and some days it feels just like home. On other days I am overwhelmed and unsure of what to do next. Does “creating a home” mean it’s decorated perfectly and all the paintings and pictures are up on the wall? Or does it simply mean having a comfy bed to crash in at night? Perhaps that’s different for different people. Many folks never sleep well when they are away. Still others can “flop” on anyone’s couch as they pass through. Maybe age has something to do with that, too.

Home. I’ve been sharing about my new robin momma on social media. She has built her nest in the corner of the barn. Most days she flies out and up to the nearest tree when we walk by. I don’t think she is quite confident in her new home not to retreat to safety when someone gets just a little too close. I don’t think there are any eggs yet, so she may be a bit more diligent in “staying home” when there are kids to take care of. I’m told birds build nests when conveniences are nearby… food, water, protection. Perhaps those are things we look for in what makes a house a home.

There’s a lot to muse about with regards to this idea of “home” and why we want to go there. Safety. Security. Familiarity. The people we care about are there. Treasured items are displayed there. There is comfort and peace among the things and the people you host when you are “home”. I recently read that your home is a reflection of who we are… and even who we want to become. It’s deeply personal. Which accounts for all the emotion behind “I want to go home” bottled up in that five year old’s display of assertion.

…Welcome Home…

These thoughts have come during an emotional week for me. My beloved and dearest aunt passed away, and we celebrated her 97 plus years of faithful servant hood to the Lord before laying her to rest on Saturday. She was surrounded by those she loved. She was witty and kind and sharp as a tack, but her body couldn’t keep up with her. In the end, it needed help from medical intervention, but her heart “longed to be home”. She hated that hospital bed. “I want to go home” she’d say with all the verve of a stubborn five year old. I know that this statement partially meant her physical home, with the familiar and safety of her things; but so much more it meant her “home” in Heaven where her heart was. Her life was a reflection of her “Heavenly Home”… where all her prayers would finally be answered, and true comfort and security was in the arms of her Saviour. We have the hope in knowing He met her at the door of her mansion, and with a smile on His face, said: “Welcome Home”.

A Revisit

I have a few ideas bumping around in my empty brain for blog posts this week, but none are sticking today. I was going to share about my new love for bird watching. Then about bird houses and nests and homes and hospitality and then got distracted by shopping and thrifting. Did you see the birdhouse thrift makeover I finished? I entered it in a “flip” contest…. You’ll have to vote for me soon!

Speaking of thrifting… Now that we live in an old farmhouse, I have kinda fallen in love with old quilts. A friend just gave me one because “she couldn’t think of anyone else who might appreciate the ragged thing”. I’m not sure what she meant by that. Nonetheless, I found one the other day at the thrift store … with birds on it! It’s reversible, and came with two pillow shams and was a fabulous price and I really liked the colours in the store. Now that it’s home and on our bed, I am not so sure. The hubby thinks it’s “too old lady”. What do you think?

Pretty? Or too Old lady?

A recent Facebook memory reminded me I have an unfinished rag quilt sitting in a box. I started it during the pandemic… and it is almost finished. Digging a bit deeper, I discovered I wrote about it. Digging even deeper, I have found that my interests really haven’t changed. My environment has… but we still have a puzzle on our dining room table. (I guess we actually did like that activity… and have discovered it again here!) We still need connection. We are still gifted differently and work together like pieces of a puzzle. We are still the body of Christ working together.

Anyway… enjoy this “blast from the past”. Perhaps it will encourage you that we are different, but the same. May it stir up memories of lockdown and how the world was reminded of basic human needs. May it encourage you to get a few projects out of the box. And finish them.

The Puzzler