Christmastime last year was a very difficult one for me. My husband was working a low-end temporary job making $15 an hour – with no time off for the holidays (not even Thanksgiving or Christmas). We had no Veteran’s benefits coming in yet. Neither of us had healthcare. We were living in an 850 square … [Read more…]
I think that there’s still a way to keep telling my story. To keep sharing openly and vulnerably. To shift focus more onto the beauty and still honor others in the telling.
It’s been quite some time since the last edition, and there is so much beauty to share.
And then I find myself saying, “At some point, it can’t be all about me anymore.” I think I feel this shift coming – this dichotomy between what my blog is and what it could be.
But what about the wake – the ripples and waves and spray and foam that toss and tumble about from the path cut by the ferry on this journey of healing through telling my story?
I really have no words for how difficult the last few weeks have been for our family. Our son’s behavior has led to both a suspension and expulsion from his private preschool (although those words were never used and the school was ever-so-gracious about both). While we are well on our way to getting some … [Read more…]
20 things I learned this summer
And I must keep changing – keep moving forward. That’s what life is. Becoming a new person over and over again. And just like the Doctor said, “…that’s okay. That’s good. You’ve got to keep moving. So long as you remember all the people that you used to be.”
So you won’t be able come here and find someone who is put together or who breathes inspiration into your life. Sometimes I wish I could be that for you – but I can’t and won’t pretend to be something that I’m not.
But what you can find here is a work in progress.
Right now I just want to sit here and listen to One Republic and drink my vanilla chai tea latte and let the words tumble out and not care how they fall. The words that I was too scared to let out yesterday.
Beauty in the Mess ~ Edition 07.08.14
Sometimes I exhale the stress of a moment. Other times I exhale the stress of a lifetime.
some of the randomness that’s been going through my head the past few weeks