I’ve always been a big fan of New Year’s Resolutions. They haven’t always stuck, and sometimes it can be discouraging to look back over the past year and see certain areas I feel I failed at growth, or didn’t fully accomplish my goals. But as someone who tends to be an all or nothing type person, I have to remind myself to also remember the areas over the past year where I have been successful in personal growth.
Do you know how many articles, memes, gifs, and cartoons there are out there that talk about moms in yoga pants? Moms with messy hair. Moms who haven’t showered in days. Moms who are wearing yesterday’s clothes. (Probably yoga pants.)
Even before I became a mom, I anticipated motherhood to mean not caring as much about what I wore, what I looked like or how long it had been since I showered.
Friends. I have to be honest with you about something.
I’m addicted to my phone.
Like, for real.
I know most of our generation is also addicted, and it’s a millennial thing, yadda yadda yadda. But I’m sick of it. I’m sick of NEEDING my screen. I’m sick of it being the first thing I look at when I wake up, and the last thing I look at before I go to sleep.
So you’re twenty-something, [or thirty-something] and single. And as much fun as Taylor Swift’s song, “22” makes it sound, you are just NOT happy. Most of your friends are either married, engaged, or seriously dating the guy they’re expecting a ring from any day now.
You’ve faced that bittersweet phone call time and time again, where the high-pitched voice of your bff excitedly tells you that in T-a year or less, she’ll have a new best friend, and one that’s a boy.
30 days ago, I set out to successfully complete a Whole30. The first week I did it exactly by the book, and as per usual, I was “hangry,” grumpy and had constant headaches. I didn’t realize how bad it was until Stuart said, “if you’re going to be this grouchy, maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore.” Ehhh sorry husband.
That mixed with a few other “reality collides with the best intentions,” and I decided maybe I needed to tweak my Whole30 a little bit.
You guys, life is just funny. I’ve recently realized that when I think I have it all figured out, I really don’t. “Mom life” is like trying to juggle 52 balls in the air, and realizing you can only handle 1 at a time. In reality, for me, that means just as I’m getting the hang of the mom thing, the rest of it just becomes really tough…being a good wife, a healthy cook/eater, keeping our home clean, trying to get the baby weight off [yes, it’s still there, a year later…] and trying to spend time doing things I enjoy like reading and blogging and showering.
I recently read an article with a tag line, “what the church can learn from Fallon.” (I think I’ve said this before, but I LOVE Jimmy Fallon. I constantly tell Stuart that I want to be Jimmy’s BFF. I’m also secretly jealous of his bestie friendship with Drew Barrymore, who I also love, and wish we could all just be friends and hang out.) Anyway…the article was about how in the past, much of late night entertainment has been full of cynicism, criticism and bitterness.
There’s been a lot of controversial hot topics in the media recently. A lot of differing opinions, and most of these topics have taken social media by storm.
There have been a few times I’ve wanted to sit down and type out my frustration, my disappointment, my anger and post it on my blog for the world to see. Maybe if more people read the truth, saw how their wrongs were affecting others (and themselves!), maybe then their eyes would be opened and they’d miraculously change their minds!!
When I was in 6th grade, my parents separated. More specifically, my parents came to the decision that my dad would move out. It was heartbreaking for me. You see, I was a total daddy’s girl. When I was younger, one of my favorite parts of the day was when the door leading inside from the garage would open, and I’d hear my dad walk through the hallway, his loafers clicking on the hardwood.
This month marks the one year “anniversary” of Stuart and me beginning our journey of raising support together. This time last year, Stuart had just quit his 9-5 investment job, and we were moving out of our beloved Columbus townhouse to embark on an unknown length of time of nomad life. When we began our journey 12 months ago, we both anticipated the time it would take us being a lot less than where we are now.