Throwing you shoulders back like you don’t care, even if you hate your outfit today. Not being asked to repeat yourself a million times. Knowing you deserve everything you work for. Not letting other’s comments make you think any less of yourself. Being a pro at hiding when you’re nervous. Asking for what you want, when you want it. Being assertive. Being fully assured of your own abilities. Never doubting yourself or your worth. Being able to show others that you are different, you rise above, and you are valuable. Believing in yourself. Never hesitating. Always focusing on the positive. Continue reading
Hey friends! Hope you didn’t mind my break last week. Jake and I were enjoying a relaxing weekend at Horseshoe Bay Resort, compliments of my ever-wonderful bosses! Jake and I have just been so busy on the weekends, last week was finally the weekend we could enjoy our Christmas present! The whole resort is gorgeous, and we had a super nice spa day that I highly recommend you go and check out for yourself. But enough about that. Friends, when I was young and naive [read: 16 years old], I was convinced that as soon as I graduated high school and left for college, that was it. I was an adult. I would have an apartment, go to school, go to bars and parties (eventually), and basically just have all my shit together. HA. HA. HA. There’s a lot I thought I would be able to do on my own by the age of 20, but here are 20 things that I definitely still can’t. Continue reading
Often in Life, there are few things that we can talk about with absolute certainty. Life changes and flows, grows and stretches its hands in new ways all the time. If there is anything in Life that is certain, it is that everything is uncertain. Yet I have been lucky to find that the certainty my Life is that I was meant to be, no, born to be a caregiver. Yes, I was that young girl who hoarded baby dolls and treated each of them with care. When my brother was born, I was elated. Why wouldn’t I be? My mother had just given birth to a real-life baby doll, and he was all mine to take care of. My mom called me his ‘little mama,’ and the older I grew, the more true it became. Being 6 years older, I never felt that we ‘grew up together.’ With such an age gap I was constantly the caregiver, something I of course never minded. At age 10 I yelled at the other kids for playing too rough with him, as he was smaller and kind of babyish compared to other kids his age. At age 13 I was excited to pick him up from after school care and walk, hand-in-hand, the two blocks back home. By age 16 I was full-on chauffeur, taking him to and from taekwondo practice while I studied in the corner, preparing for college admissions. Continue reading
Hey friends! As some of you may know, I’m obsessed with planners! I found a really great cheap one at Walmart last year, and used it all through 2015! For a few years I fell off the planner bandwagon, but now that I have so many meetings (babysitting nights), events (parties), and appointments (reminders to get my hair cut), it’s impossible to imagine my life without a place to write everything down.
I loved my 2015 planner dearly, but couldn’t find a replacement that I really loved. Sure, it was just a standard weekly planner from BlueSky, but I just really wasn’t feeling any of the designs available to me, plus I knew I needed to be able to customize it.
This year, I wanted to combine my planner and journal as a sort of daily gratitude log, so it was important to find a planner that offered a full page for writing per day. I also tend to use my planner as a notebook to jot down ideas for blog posts, songs, gifts, etc., so I wanted needed more room than just a few lines per day.
I started out with the Moleskine daily planner/journal, found here. My version is hardcover, 8.25 x 5in. I like this size because its large enough to not get lost, and small enough to carry with me everywhere (which I do!). Even in my ‘smaller purse’, it fits perfectly upright with room for my makeup bag. Continue reading
Hey friends. Yes, I’m early on my post for this week. Today’s topic just could not wait.
As you know, I’m in the midst of becoming a postpartum doula in the hopes of owning my own postpartum service. This didn’t come about easily. I am lucky, and unique in that it didn’t take me very long to figure out that my calling was not in fact education, but caregiving. I knew that I loved caring for others, and realized that I could do so better in the comfort of people’s homes, rather than a classroom. I finally figured out what my gift to the Universe is, and I couldn’t be more excited to begin living my life of purpose and passion.
But not everyone can say that. Not everyone is so lucky. So I HAD to share this with you all today. Continue reading