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. 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
Hey friends! Something new and different today. I’ll be starting a mini-series just to work on my writing a bit. I’m challenging myself to describe a series of words in 100 words or less. Thinking about it off-hand, 100 words seems like plenty of room, but writers know this is barely a complete paragraph. Today’s word is Happiness. Without further ado, my definition in 100 words.
Happiness. Looking up at the clear blue sky and watching the clouds move past. Seeing a loved one’s face for the first time in a while. The smell of coffee. Sitting down to a home-cooked meal. Honeysuckles growing over fences. Having someone you love play with your hair. Freshly washed sheets. Putting on clothes straight from the dryer. 80 degree weather. Closing your eyes and feeling sand under your toes and the ocean gently washing up over your feet. A baby’s laugh. That fluttery feeling when you realize someone likes you as more than a friend. Being proud of some one else.
Take 100 words and describe happy today. The challenge with this one was to try not to just list things that make me happy, but to take experiences and break down the feelings it gave me to describe the feeling of happiness. Does that make sense? I’m confusing myself here. I’m not entirely please with my definition, but it was the best I feel I could do in 100 words. It’s a fun writing challenge, and that’s really the point. Short post today I know, but I hope you enjoyed all the same, and hope to see you here again soon!
I’d like to think I know lots of things. I know how to ride a bike without falling over, find the domain of a quadratic equation algebraically, bake homemade chocolate chip cookies, and change 10 diapers in less than 30 minutes. But, there are some facts I hold dear to. Some constants in this world that bring peace to me, when everything else seems to be falling down. Continue reading
Exciting news in the world of Alyssa can’t stop painting! So I love painting, but have recently realized that I keep accumulating all these paintings that while I absolutely love, I will probably never use or hang in my home.
Enter my new Etsy store! From here I’ll be able to keep painting and maybe make some money off them? I’m not painting in the interest of generating any income, lest you be confused. I will continue to paint no matter what, even as the stack of paintings continues to take over my room :) Friends, I’ve decided that my newest requirement in my dream home is a sunroom where I can sit and listen to music and paint and just really get absorbed into my work. You know how in nail salons they have those shelves on the walls with just rows and rows of nail polish colors? That’s my goal for my acrylic paints. Just rows of endless color options on the walls, a nice room with some sunlight, and maybe a nice big easel so i can start tackling bigger projects. My next goal would be to get started painting on a larger scale. I think up to this point the biggest canvas I’ve painted is 11″x14″, which is not a bad size, but I would just love to see what I’m capable of on a canvas 2 or even 3 times as big!
Anyways friends, that’s my paint rant. I love it, it makes me happy, so I’m going to keep doing it! Simple as that.
Friends, what do you do that brings you happiness? Think about it, whether it be something creative like painting, drawing, or writing, cooking a good meal for your family, or even just getting a good workout in, consider what brings you fulfillment. Do you do that often enough for yourself? If not, how can you alter your days to bring that in? Continue reading