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That thing in the fitting room…
I did that thing in the fitting room tonight... I’m not particularly proud of it... You know the thing...
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Nothing More to Give
It happens. It’s one of those days. When bedtimes hit and we just want to sink into the couch because we literally have nothing more to give. When one last toddler dictated command might just send us over the ledge. “Lord, just give me the patience” I whispered one too many times today. It starts with an awake-too-early morning. You know the one. When you anticipate the youngest sleeping in because she was up too late needing that last drink of water, but that last drink of water late last night had her up before the sun needing to “go potty right now”. If she sees a wink of sunlight,…
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Punta Cana Success Club Trip 2017- Dream a Little Bigger
I remember opening that email. I remember having to do a double take. Asking my husband, “Is this real life?!” And it was… You see, I set a goal the year prior that I would earn this trip and have it fully paid for. For both myself and my husband- as a little honeymoon that never happened. I’d been dreaming about this trip my whole life. Wanting the Caribbean vacation, whisked away with my husband to paradise- a dream since I was a little girl watching Father of the Bride and imagining the big, lavish wedding and leaving to go on the trip of a lifetime. Well, life, three kids,…
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The Skin You’re In…
The skin we’re in. Thick. Thin. Pale. Tan. Brown. White. Freckled. Dotted with cellulite. Lined with stretch marks. Wrinkly. Shiny. We’re so quick to judge ourselves on appearances. But how many of us can say that we’re comfortable in that skin. That we’re getting rid of judging, and moving onto acceptance. It’s taken me a lot of years to get to this point. To be comfortable in my body. To love the cellulite and the imperfections and the wrinkles. I didn’t always. So I decided one day to ask for help. I was tired of being tired, being self conscious, and not getting the results I wanted from…
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Letter To My 22 Year Old Self
I found a photo album the other day that was littered with pictures of my early twenties. I had to sit for a while and really look through it. Of course, I thumbed through slowly, laughed at a few things, remembered a few others, and reflected on some days where worries seemed few and late nights seemed many. A lot, I mean A LOT has changed in 10 years. I didn’t know the amazing man I would call my husband. I thought having kids was not for me- ever. I thought a good workout was a pub crawl on a Sunday afternoon, and the word responsible wasn’t something I would…
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Mommy Guilt
Mommy Guilt. We all have it… It starts when they’re teeny tiny, that first week old and thinking “Man, I just want to take a shower without this tiny earthling attached to me around the clock!” And as soon as I jump in the shower it never fails, the baby cries and the guilt sets in! Now that they’re a little older the guilt is less…guilty… I guess. But I still get that heartache when I have to leave them for an extended period of time. I was thinking that last night as I was packing my bags for our 4 day getaway this weekend to Nashville, that this will…
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