My Driving Station

It seems like just yesterday that the school bell rang and summer was an endless meadow before me. I honestly have no idea how summer just seems to melt away before my eyes.

But it undoubtedly does. Every. Single. Year.

I now find myself caught up in the fast pace of back to school, new beginnings, new schedules, carpools, homework and change.

Life is always changing isn’t it? One of these days I will finally get it. I will learn to expect the unexpected and embrace change instead of trying to make sense of it all. Until then I will have my “driving station” to center my universe and clarify my mind.

What is a driving station you ask?

Well, it is the foundation of my daily existence. You see, I am a list maker. For a long time I had a simple white pad that I would carry clutched under my arm as if my life depended on it. One day I decided that I had had enough. I was tired of being burdened with a list that never ended and a note pad that never left my side.

I decided to designate a place on the counter in my kitchen for my own personal information station. But not just any information station. A romantic, pretty, inviting spot for me to calmly organize my day and drive everything in my life.

My driving station was born.

I decided to use an old antique silver tray as the base of my personal information station (aka driving station). The tray just seems to anchor my thoughts while making me happy knowing that I am using one of my beloved antiques.

I found a lovely note pad that was big enough to fit all of the continuous chitty-chatter that flits through my mind on a daily bases.

Which happens to be quite a lot.

I adore the floppy black grosgrain bow. It just speaks to me somehow.

I love to embellish the tray with fresh flowers from the garden during the warmer months and I find that the soothing flicker of a candle during the colder months just warms my heart.

A steamy inviting cup of coffee is always close at hand…waiting for an invigorating sip.

My favorite black (thin) felt tip pen makes my list writing a pleasure.

I am a pen girl.

Must have my black, THIN, felt tip pen.

Even Oliver is intrigued and captivated by the romance of it all.

I begin each day with a blank piece of paper that seems to find itself filled by the end of the day. But somehow the chaos is quieted with my “driving station” there to gently guide me. I love the fact that it sits patiently, all organized and pretty, just waiting for me to drop by with a thought, idea or task that must be accomplished.

I relish in the “to do’s” turning into the “have dones” as I cross off each one.

And I always try to make it a point to remember the little things that are important.

Do yourself a favor. Treat yourself to a tranquil little space that’s just for you. Make your own driving station with the things that make YOU smile.

And remember…

“Each moment is a place you’ve never been.” ~ Mark Strand

Wenderly