That seems to be my lesson this week. FINISH THE DARN PROJECTS YOU STARTED THREE MONTHS AGO.
In the here and now I reckon with the fact that I drank too many margaritas with my husband on date night (ok and ate too many chips and salsa too) and saw my weight loss successes diminish. (OUCH.) In the here and now I see that it was easier to blame my husband for the morning's snafu trying to get our daughter out the door rather than facing the hard reality that she simply struggles with separation anxiety and it is what it whether I like it or not!
Sometimes we need to dig into the closet. What is in there that scares us? I've read that the Chinese New Year's FIRE ROOSTER brings with it the energy of tidying up, letting go, and being fastidious. Recently I fully embraced the rooster energy and decided to spontaneously empty and organize our walk-in closet. To the… Continue reading Peering into the closet
I overrode all the negative chatter and I went to my happy place: T.J. Maxx. I slowly wandered the store with my short cart, no child in tow, no husband, just me and a coffee, sniffing candles and perusing sale racks. I realize it is consumeristic and a bit ridiculous to claim that T.J. Maxx is my happy place. And I assure you, when I was in labor with my daughter I was not envisioning the quiet, fluorescent-lit aisles as I breathed through a contraction. But T.J. maxx and its aisles of storage bins, linen sprays, and laundry baskets was just what the doctor ordered. I got handy-dandy containers to organize my pantry. Bins that hold canned goods! A cute little container for your sponge and scrubber that suctions to the side of the sink.
“I am called to listen to the sound of my own heart—to write the story within myself that demands to be told at that particular point in my life. And if I do this faithfully, clothing that idea in the flesh of human experience and setting it in a true place, the sound from my… Continue reading I am called to listen to the sound of my own heart
Which meltdown do I begin with? Me yesterday frantically trying to find my daughter's Halloween costume (the one I purposely bought early since I knew I would be busy traveling for work) only to lose it and despair over the fact? Or the blueberry smoothie that spilled over half the living room rug and had… Continue reading A Lesson in Lightening Up, Letting Go
It got lonely in this little room. Plus, all this abundance to share. I could not consume it alone.
What are you running from? Nothing. What are you running toward? Freedom. This heavy pain made weightless. What carries it away? Love.
I sometimes forget just how new my three-year-old is to this world. This morning she asked if she could eat a peach whole. I happily obliged and realized it was the first time she's ever cradled one in her hands and bit into it like an apple. She's had sliced peaches, canned peaches, but I am pretty sure… Continue reading Peach Fuzz
It is DAY TWO of the blogging series about my healing journey - can you handle the excitement?! Do you have your coffee ready?! I will recap yesterday's post. The start of the journey, if you will, in one long run-on sentence: My mom dies in 2013, I am very very sad (as one would be),… Continue reading How do you solve a problem like more loss? PART II of the healing journey! (With Sound of Music gifs!)