plural economies

1 archaic : the management of household or private affairs and especially expenses
2a : thrifty and efficient use of material resources : frugality in expenditures; also : an instance or a means of economizing : saving
b : efficient and concise use of nonmaterial resources (as effort, language, or motion)
3a : the arrangement or mode of operation of something : organization
b : a system especially of interaction and exchange <an economy of information>
4: the structure or conditions of economic life in a country, area, or period; also : an economic system

This blog is about the economy of me, Debbie Lee.

I turned 40 this year. Well, in 2016.  I’ve been married for 11 years. I have twin 5-year old boys. I have two babies in heaven. I work as a speech language pathologist in a public school system and do some private work on the side. I lead worship sometimes. Mostly, all of these things define me. In actuality, though, it feels like none of these things even begin to scratch the surface of who I am. Is what I do and what I offer a reflection of who I am, or is who I am defined by what I do? Is it even an “either-or” thing? Or a “both-and”?

The word “economy” has been buzzing around in my head for a few months now, giving structure and definition to a messy jumble of thoughts. It’s a rather large word, encompassing so much and providing so much storage to organize my thoughts. Did I ever tell you how much I love storage solutions? Jared recently said to the boys, “Don’t make a mess that’s too big to clean up.” I always make messes in my brain that are too big to clean up. Storage solutions for my brain are so much better than any Billy bookcase or Kallax unit. (IKEA, woot!) My internal economic system is what I’m looking at these days. It’s liberating, yet strangely, numbing.