Wait for Peace vs Moving into Turmoil

Sometimes I have these great ideas. I mean GREAT ideas. And then I start to carry them out, buy all the necessary things to start, get my mind in the right place "yep I can do this, it's an awesome idea" and then either find another idea to start on, or get bored half way through and give up-thus not achieving anything, apart from losing money and having an exasperated husband: "Mel! You do my head in with these ideas of yours!".

I am so determined that this Blog wont be another one of my great ideas to add to the 'half done' pile. So after only 1 post I thought it was about time to do another.

I'm an ideas person, a planning person, a totally in charge of my future, nothing can get in my way type of person. This, I'm beginning to see, is not quite the best way of going about things. My latest (half started) idea was figuring out that after the baby is born I would open my own 'family day care' where I could provide home based child care, thus staying at home with my new little one, due in September, and also making an income. To do this I decided the best thing would be to do a Cert IV in Child Care on a Tuesday night at Tafe. So off I went like a bull at a gate and soon enough what appeared to be a 'great idea' turned into a 'is this really what I want to be doing, is this really what God has planned.....' Soon enough Tafe was no more.
A wise person told me the other day that it is better to wait for peace than to move off into turmoil. That's my biggest problem. Because I like, no I need, to know what I'm doing. My first instinct is to move into anything, without waiting for peace because waiting is well, waiting and moving is well, moving..... I'd prefer to be moving in any direction than losing the control I have over the situation while waiting for peace about it.... Phew that takes a bit of digesting. So where does that leave me... Hmmmm.... to trust God or to not trust God... Is my life, my decisions and my future better off in my human hands or better of in the hands of He who made me, knows me, and loves me?
So as I contemplate this question I ask my self some other questions.... Was it a 'great idea' when I decided to purchase expensive oils, flavours, fragrances and balms to 'take on' the Body Shop? Was it a 'great idea' when I decided to purchase 2x pure bred rabbits from another State and have them shipped over in the hope of mating them and making money from their babies? Was it a 'great idea' when we decided to pack up and move to QLD because 'we wanted a change'? Was it a 'great idea' to put a $500.00 pair of Chanel Sunglasses on layby because 'no other sunglasses suit my face'? And finally is it a 'great idea' to go out and buy a sewing machine, overlocker, material etc because I feel like being creative and I'm sure that I could make some awesome clothes, even have a brand and sell them. I could even continue to look at the retail spaces available for lease because I'm sure that I could make enough awesome clothes to sell to the public, I could even work in the shop myself to save the cost of staff! Even as I type that I know it sounds rediculous.... I could never do all that! .......But I still want to do it.....
And there I go again moving into turmoil.......

Wow... I'm officially a blogger!

hmmm... So typing my first post in my first ever blog hey?.... I feel so technologically (is that a word?) advanced!
So what to write in a first ever blog entry? Well my name is Melissa, I am married to Ryan and live in the most beautiful place on earth.... Tasmania, Australia. We have been married for a little over 2 years and are expecting the arrival of our first ever baby early September 09. An arrival which is set to totally change our lives. In fact is already starting to change our lives as we begin to collect various fun items that are slowly taking over our house! - As Ryan says I'm starting to turn into a bit of an Ebay freak... but isn't that what us Mums do ;0)
So I am over the early part of pregnancy, the part where you, vomit, feel constantly tired and emotional.... The part where you really feel like 'oh my gosh I'm pregnant!' So now at 18 weeks pregnant, where apart from the occasional burst of tears in the most inappropriate public places (yes I cried at an embarrassed Ryan while in shopping Target), I feel like my old self again.
Well it's not much of a first post but it's a start....