Conquering the Windmill.
I think you get it.
During my energetic and ambitious second trimester I came up with all sorts of great ideas and projects and goals. One of these was to sew a Moby Wrap for the new baby. I was so excited about it. I did a bunch of research, ran out and bought the fabric and thread, and then I got a little nervous about doing it, so I set it aside to wait for a braver day.
And then the third trimester hit. Gone was the energy and ambition. Hello exhaustion and lethargy.
And then I realized I didn't even know how to thread my new (to me) sewing machine.
Except I was too tired for that much panic, so it was really more of an "Ugh." But you get the picture.
And so there's been a little voice in the back of my head for a month or two nagging me to get 'er done. That and paint the firetruck I bought for Little M's birthday. I stepped up to that challenge earlier in the week and pretty much have it wrapped up, besides some minor detail in the finishing touches.
Then suddenly today, in church, I got this strong feeling that I needed to finish the Moby Wrap. A.S.A.P.
I'm pretty sure that is simply the result of my crazy over-active pregnancy paranoia hormones than anything really significant. But I decided to heed the warning all the same--just to be on the safe side.
So, while everyone else in the house was napping, I pulled out the machine, read the book, messed up a few times, but I persevered. Not only did I succeed in winding a bobbin, I also succeeded in threading the machine! I have almost zero sewing experience and none by myself or with this machine. But I did it.
And that was my Joyful Moment. I'm really quite proud of myself.
So, here's wishing you all Joyful Moments of defeating your own mountains and slaying your own dragons! Go get 'em!