We talk about comfort like it’s this boring thing to avoid. We should want adventure. Crave adventure. Pursue adventure. Like adventure is the goal. We should want to travel and explore and not settle down because settling down is the beginning of losing yourself and the worst thing you can do is lose yourself in…
Continue reading ➞ Call Me Comfortable
F.Y.I. And if you are or you’re in a relationship with a woman then you know exactly the tone in which I’m saying Eff. Why. Eye. Sometimes we can’t do it all. Actually, never can we ever do it all. But if you’re anything like me then you’ll try. And you’ll keep trying until you…
Continue reading ➞ Burn Baby, Burn
I hate summer now and I didn’t used to. But my kids love it and I wanted to reclaim some of that joy and I think that joy is found in the moment to moment choices where we decide whether we’re gonna be rushed or take our time, where we’re gonna be present or preoccupied,…
Continue reading ➞ Oh for Fork’s Sake
Never have I ever been the type to enjoy the process. And take all your journeying and give me all the destinations because I just enjoy the part where it is done. After hemming and hawing for almost 2 years over a replacement patio table because ours was sun worn enough to disintegrate beneath our…
Continue reading ➞ Nit-pic Table
📸: at Magnolia - I liked this wall for obvi reasons. Guys. This hashtag mom life is hard. Like really really really hard and for us- the hard has been hard-ing on overtime these last few months. I mean gut wrenchingly, heart breaking-ly, spirit shatteringly, difficult. Raising teens in a world filled with unlimited technology…
Continue reading ➞ Move It or Lose It
I don’t know who needs to hear this but you don’t have to. You don’t have to buy the latest fashions. You don’t have to download the newest apps. You don’t have to purchase the latest technology. You don’t have to spend your money on viral products. You don’t have to scroll on social media.…
You know what? Life is hard. Sometimes the hard is so unrelenting and the pockets of joy are so few and far between and their relief so temporary that it feels like the hard is what life is now. When my kids were teeny tiny and I was in the trenches of toddler hard, many…
Continue reading ➞ Night Lights
My Spotify playlist is a thing of car rides and because I have five kids that partake in (what feels like) 17 activities we are allllways riding in a car. Our drives are spent flipping between various playlists. We take turns playing “Carpool Karaoke” and crooning to our favorite tunes. On this particular day (in…
Continue reading ➞ Singing the Blues
I eat mostly intuitively. I move my body almost every day. And here’s a snapshot of said body. My BMI says I’m obese. My belly looks lumpy and it is the antithesis of flat. Agree to disagree but I have no intention of losing weight or even trying to change my shape. Because something deep…
Continue reading ➞ Body Balance
Let’s talk about mental health. Because when we don’t, I battle the demons that tell me counseling is defeat and medication is weakness.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It’s not.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Today, I have to call in a refill for my prescriptions; that means 30 days of dose changes under the belt.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Over the last 30 days, I have told my husband numerous times:…
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