tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50460271842408169202024-03-13T15:38:45.123-07:00Gidget Goes to RomeWhat started out as a blog describing my experience studying abroad in Rome, Italy has evolved into a place where I reflect upon my life as a wife, a mother, and as a convert to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
Email me at maxwell.virginia@gmail.com with any questions.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16152613379312900872noreply@blogger.comBlogger383125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046027184240816920.post-56675581454434545032016-03-01T11:30:00.002-08:002016-03-01T11:30:45.055-08:00Head Over To My New Space!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have loved blogging from this space for almost 6 years now, but blogging from blogger is limited and I felt that if I wanted to take my writing more seriously, if I wanted to pursue what I love, then I needed to work on creating a space that can grow with me.<br />
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From now on I will be posting from <a href="http://ginaprescott.com/" target="_blank">ginaprescott.com</a>.<br />
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I hope any readers who follow me through blogger will easily be able to follow me from this new site (and let me know if you have any difficulties!). Enjoy the new space!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16152613379312900872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046027184240816920.post-35097303246794875212016-02-23T09:05:00.000-08:002016-02-23T09:05:28.579-08:00When Money Finds Purpose<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I am feeling really good about this no shopping thing. Most of the time.<br />
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I am human.<br />
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It is not that the desire to buy has completely gone away. I still want things but the decision to not buy has been made infinitely easier. I was spending so much time thinking of things that could make my life simpler but in reality, it was a huge waste of my mental energy. </div>
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But still, it is hard not to buy things. I have come to realize how often and how easy it is to make up a reason for why we need something. A pursuit of a magical, easier, more convenient life. One that we see in the movies and want our pictures to project. One that projects our happiest dreams. </div>
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But in reality, if I can't look around and see the magic around already, then that pursuit will never end. </div>
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With all that said, the most staggering part of this challenge has been realizing how much money I was misusing. I had imagined that comparing December to January would result in a fair amount of money saved, but I was WAY off. I was spending three times the amount I thought.</div>
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I looked over the records and it was amazing to see little things here, a small purchase there all totally benign and insignificant but adding up to excess and wasted opportunities. I was spending money on things I like instead of investing in things that I love.</div>
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In those numbers I saw time lost. How much money that could have paid off student loans, money that could have been saved up for a down payment, money that could have been spent on a family trip. My family is the most precious thing in my life and in an effort to get through the day to day with treats or new clothes, I was neglecting a long-term perspective. I want more for my family than nice clothes. I want to spend money on things that will create memories and traditions, to develop a greater sense of unity and love.<br />
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Every now and then when I am grocery shopping I will pick up a chocolate milk or a lunchable for Max, to surprise him when he gets home from school. Lately, when I picked him up he would ask if there was a treat waiting at home. The answer is usually no (I do it once a month at most) and when Max hears that he sometimes gets upset. He wants a special treat everyday. I started to explain to Max that if we have special treats too often, they lose that special quality. They become expected and ordinary and sometimes that can be good, but sometimes if we have them less they stay more special and more exciting. He doesn't always like this response but the more I explain it, the more I feel it is true.<br />
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Just because I am not shopping, doesn't mean I am not buying things. It just means that what I buy is has either gone through my checklist of being completely necessary or obviously brings family together. Each time I go through the checklist, mental energy is spent better understanding what will actually bring gratitude into my life. Money spent pursuing goals is good. Buying a coat for my toddler is necessary. Getting a gift for a friend who is hurting is worthy. I get to decide what purpose money has in my life and the process of doing that has made each purchase more thoughtful and in reality more special.<br />
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In the end it is doing exactly what money should be doing, taking care of what what matters most to us. </div>
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Lately my mind has been flitting to and fro from various ideas and aspirations. I have created a ginormous grab bag of "Things I Want to Do" and feel frustrated at its weight and discomfort. Each day I mentally go over my goals and how to accomplish them all.</div>
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I feel empowered when I exercise, pushing my body beyond what I thought it capable off. The trainer for the class I have been attending three times a week really loves burpees. Every class he adds them in, pushing us and our bodies. He challenges, "Try adding in a push-up," and I inwardly roll my eyes. </div>
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But I keep going. Jump down, feet back, feet in, jump up. Sometimes I can't even muster a jump so I weakly stand swinging my arms in the air like the first descent on a roller-coaster. My inner voice repeats the thought, <i>Keep going, keep moving, one more, one more, one more.</i></div>
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Sometimes I add-in the push-up. Sometimes I don't.</div>
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As I continue to move forward, pushing my body and my brain, a surge of energy rushes in. I can't find its source but it is there filling me with power and confidence in my abilities.</div>
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I wonder where it came from, how it helped me to jump and reach higher. My heart thumps with electricity. </div>
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It feels like living.</div>
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I return home and see my laptop sitting on the table. I see a basket of laundry to be folded. I see my scriptures waiting to be studied and my child staring up at me with hope in his eyes of a story read, a song sung, a game to be played. I open the fridge and see disorder, grocery lists, meal plans. I get dressed trying to be grateful for the clothes on my back while suppressing desires for more stripes, more florals, more shoes, more more more. </div>
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There is too much I want to do, I need to do, I have to do. </div>
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So I prioritize. God and family first. Always. Because at the end of the day, when I offer up prayers, I feel the most peace when I have these things in order. When I give my heart to that which is eternal, that which lasts.</div>
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But here comes the tricky part, do I fold laundry or write? Do I meal plan or life plan?</div>
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There are so many things I want to do and create and write about, but the reality is that there are beautiful children to be loved RIGHT NOW. When I am fully present with them it feels otherworldly, divine.</div>
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So I grasp on to that.</div>
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I keep doing what feels hard and trivial and I see myself expand. I keep reading stories and dancing and teaching. I plan meals that nourish and activities that bring us together. I keep folding laundry and hugging and kissing increasing expressions of love. Through it all I feel my soul filled with an electric peace. Neurons in my brain make tiny explosions of joy as I discover that my family is my greatest goal. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16152613379312900872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046027184240816920.post-52543654547027689802016-01-20T14:08:00.002-08:002016-01-20T14:08:37.246-08:00Taking Care<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My vigor for paying off our student loan as quickly as possible led me down a murky path where it felt like everything was denied. It wasn't that we couldn't afford things, but rather we had to make a choice about money going towards student loans or not. Student loans won almost always.<br />
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It was depressing. I felt trapped.<br />
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I have found a personal prescription for overall health and well-being. It isn't super fancy but has been proved over many many years of trial and error.<br />
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I need exercise.<br />
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This is on a personal level, there are obviously other things necessary like good food and time with family. But on a basic, human survival as I spend each day in charge of two little lives, these things are an elixir.<br />
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They nourish my soul and that translates into mental clarity and fortitude.<br />
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I let exercise slide because everything seemed so expensive and anyone can exercise for free right? You just have to run! But that required dredging up motivation to get up early or bundle up children. So I decided that I just didn't get to exercise to my fullest ability for awhile.<br />
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Last week I decided my mental and physical health is not worth sacrificing. As soon as I started exercising consistently and intentionally I realized how flawed my logic had been. The elixir was already working! Today I sweated as I lifted weights and was pushed to do more squats than I would have ever chosen for myself. It felt so good.<br />
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I believe we are all made to create. That looks differently for each of us; building, painting, composing, sewing, gardening, or a myriad of other ways. Creativity stretches us and gives us a glimpse of the depth and complexity of our minds. I have found a love in creating through writing. Through exploring thoughts and ideas and composing them in a way that feels enlightening. I enjoy this space and sharing it with others. As I have put more into this blog, with no one compelling me but myself, I have found so much joy. I continue not because I believe that I have radical ideas that will change the world, but through writing I understand the world.<br />
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Spending time to connect more fully with my Heavenly Father on a spiritual level has never been something that costs money, but I experimented sacrificing it nonetheless. I justified that it wasn't making that big of a difference in my life to read my scriptures or say a morning prayer daily. But it did. There is a visceral hope as I spend time communing with God. As I seek to understand Him, His plan, and my role in it, I find peace. Days without are marked with a fog that clouds my mind, every small annoyance expands to monstrous proportions. I am irritable and distant. The scriptures bring light and dispel the haze. They bring the brightness of July to a murky January day.<br />
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I am done holding unofficial test trials regarding the necessity of exercise, creativity, and spirituality in my life.<br />
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The results are conclusive.<br />
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I need them.<br />
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If I want to grow, I need them.<br />
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If I want to have peace, I need them.<br />
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If I want to be the mom I hope to be, I need them.<br />
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If I want more to give, I need them.<br />
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I want to take care of myself and turns out I don't need permission from anyone to do that.<br />
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But I am curious...what is it that feels necessary for your your overall health and well-being? On your best and brightest days, what makes it so?<br />
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This was a weird week, but aren't all weeks a little weird.<br />
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My car battery died on Monday; thankfully I was parked right next to my mother-in-law (she watched the children while I got my car going once again).<br />
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I finally signed up at a gym. After working at a gym for two years in Seattle, it turns out I have a lot of expectations that small town gyms can't fulfill...like childcare being included in the membership. BUT! I found a great gym that has awesome classes and the most affordable childcare. Major bonus that it is the closest one to me.<br />
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Playdates. I love getting together with other moms but unfortunately my children don't seem to like it as much. Max gets extremely territorial and starts acting like a feral child with no social skills. I always end up feeling like my mothering skills are shoddy which results in me never wanting to have my children around other children. I keep trying not to take it personally, I know they are there own little persons with personalities and strengths and weaknesses but it feels near impossible not to have all of their behavior feel like a direct result of your weaknesses and failings.<br />
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I went to a writing group for the first time Tuesday night. It took me a couple of months of forgetting and nervousness and unpreparedness to actually get myself there with some work to critique. But it went great and I was really glad to get some support from fellow writers. They liked my stuff. Still a shock to me that anyone likes what I write. So thanks for all of you who enjoy these ramblings of mine.<br />
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Maxwell, 4 years old.</div>
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This week has been all about finding our routine again with winter break being over. We watched too many Christmas movies, naps were all over the place, we came and went as we pleased. I don't regret it one bit though. Breaking routine every now and then is what creates some of the most wonderful memories. </div>
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Nights cuddled up together and trips to explore the snowy landscape. A lot of time playing with family. The boys have the best cousins and they all run around in circles together. It is absolutely adorable. That is what I will always remember best about the Christmas season.</div>
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Grateful for the happiness of family.</div>
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Growing up there was a thrift store within walking distance to my house. My friend and I started browsing in it collecting random shirts from the boys section (my prized possession was a "Stay Alive in '95" DARE shirt). I never shopped otherwise, except for a birthday trip to Nordstrom with my mother each year. Usually I wore hand-me-downs from friends, jeans, and those thrifted boy tshirts. </div>
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But then I got a job and a small amount of cash flow. So I started spending that money; as soon as it reached my checking account.<br />
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It felt inauthentic. I wore the sweatpants on campus only one time and felt ridiculous. They were then reserved for sleep only. Everything else was used and used well, after all they were quality purchases. </div>
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After that I made it a personal decision that if I liked a certain trend after a year of it coming out, then I felt comfortable making a purchase. Otherwise it felt confusing to distinguish whether I actually liked something or whether constant exposure to it swayed my views. </div>
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So back to the thrift stores I went for many years. It became such a thrill to dig and dig week after week and find a complete treasure. I loved it and loved how much money I saved. But it took more time and work and sometimes you still spend money on things you shouldn't have. </div>
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I have gotten better and better at thrifting over the years but it is by far my greatest weakness. The possibility of finding something always lulls me inside and then I inevitably find extra.<br />
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I totally scored and felt quite smitten about it. However, that smug attitude encouraged me think about why I originally hopped on this cycle of buy!buy!buy! long ago. </div>
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We find thrill at a deal or the perfect shirt to round out our wardrobe. It feels like a hole is being filled and the stars align and angels sing. Because constant purchasing is so readily accepted and available, we fall in to the trap of an easy fix of joy. We like being happy and so we do what we know will take little work.</div>
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But I have felt moments of true joy (and I am sure you have too), they are the moments that make you smile as you fall asleep. The ones you stockpile in your memory when heaviness arrives. That memory of your baby dancing or when you felt those first flutters with someone you love. The moment where your entire family was laughing in hysterics or when you worked really hard at something and all the effort finally resulted in success. Those moments are so much stronger than the bits of joy that come with buying things. They are more powerful to pull us from the grasps sadness and anger. They are worth more, they weigh more, they ARE more!</div>
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In order to do this no buying challenge right, it feels necessary to practice more gratitude for what I have. To take the time and effort to <i>be</i> in those moments and to realize that nothing in the store can match the worth of what extends beyond the grave.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16152613379312900872noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046027184240816920.post-29414689615131148902015-12-23T11:55:00.003-08:002015-12-23T11:55:59.966-08:00A Brightness of Hope<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The other day the world was a sky sandwich. White clouds hung overhead as a slice of clear blue sky hung near the horizon, everything below was illuminated by the fresh foot of snow that covered the valley. I smiled happy that it would be the first white Christmas I have had in many years. We have had wet Christmases and sunny Christmases but the snow has avoided me for a few years. I am very glad to have snow.<br />
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I love that snow takes the darkness that overwhelms this time of year and just brightens everything; mother earth's flashlight. This natural flashlight physically AND emotionally lightens hearts. I see it everywhere; adults act like children and frolic just as readily through the crisp landscape, everyone staring out their windows in wonder as the fat flakes fall and land like a magic trick. Tension disperses from my heart as I drive and expand my peripheral view and take in how beautiful it all looks.<br />
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It contrasts against the reality that for many, the literal darkness parallels loneliness, loss, and heartache. I still feel great pangs of loss this time of year. The lack of James' physical presence is made more apparent in sending out Christmas cards, hanging stockings, and selecting gifts. I still think about him most at night, when it is darkest. It is difficult to not let those dark feelings overcome the joy this season can bring.<br />
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Though we know that He was not actually born on December 25th, the actuality that we celebrate His birth close to the darkest day of the year is a powerful symbol. His coming to earth was literally Heavenly Father sending light to illuminate and dispel the darkness. His birth was miraculous as the snowflakes that fall and cover everything, He too blankets the earth with a bright hope. <br />
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In an effort to remember James more, I reminded my family that we should be praying for him in our family prayers more regularly. Max has taken this to heart more than anyone and requests to say almost every single family prayer and you know what he says? Each time Max utters a sincere prayer of gratitude, "Thank you that James can be resurrected someday." Each time a little more light flows into my heart. Even though Max is only four years-old, he understands being resurrected means that James will be brought back to life, that we will see him again.<br />
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Thank you for all of the support for my New Year's Resolution this week. I have spent so much time convincing myself I could NOT do it, and then so many of you expressed such kind confidence in me any residual fear was blasted away. Kindness is powerful.<br />
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I was thinking a little more about this project and kicked myself for being so self-absorbed in my privilege. I am doing this as a personal choice to step away from consumerism, but for a majority of the world, this way of life isn't a choice, it is just reality. People struggle to pay the bills. There are people who struggle to keep a roof over their head and food on their table. There are people in war torn countries who don't have access to basic necessities and live in constant fear. They don't have the luxury of "too much."<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16152613379312900872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046027184240816920.post-43563540240594774862015-12-09T14:31:00.002-08:002015-12-09T15:38:52.905-08:00No Shopping for a Year<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Last week I mentioned challenging myself more seriously to do away with excess consumerism and focusing even more on what matters most.<br />
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Well if you can believe it, starting in January I am doing a major decrease in shopping.<br />
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Inspired by the blog <a href="http://blondeonabudget.ca/shopping-ban/" target="_blank">Blonde on a Budget</a>, I am banning myself from purchasing anything new for an entire year.<br />
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Ok! ok! There is more too it than that so don't freak out quite yet! There are rules in place so that we don't starve as a family, keep clean, and still enjoy life. I will explain more of why I decided to challenge myself this way, but first, here are the rules.<br />
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Things I am allowed to buy:<br />
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<li>Groceries and kitchen supplies (tin foil, etc)</li>
<li>Toiletries (toilet paper, toothpaste, shampoo, etc.)</li>
<li>Makeup (I only wear mascara and blush and so I am only allowed to replace these when I run out)</li>
<li>Cleaning products (pretty much detergent and dish soap since I make everything else using <a href="http://www.harmlesshome.com/2013/08/two-diy-cleaning-products-all-purpose.html" target="_blank">this</a>)</li>
<li>Kid Necessities (wipes, diapers (we use cloth during the day and disposables at night), etc.)</li>
<li>Kid Clothes if necessary (Generous hand-me-downs cover mostly everything. If there is a true need, my goal is to shop second-hand/thrift stores first (i.e. Max will need a new coat next winter))</li>
<li>Haircuts (I only cut my hair twice this past year, so I think I will stick with that number again) </li>
<li>Gifts for others </li>
<li>Christmas/Holidays (Limited to $50 per person)</li>
<li>Experiences! (more on this below) </li>
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Things I am NOT allowed to buy:<br />
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<li>Clothes and shoes (I have given myself some flexibility if I have gift card money to use or if something desperately needs replaced (my nude flats currently have a hole in them), but that is IT!) </li>
<li>Extra makeup (nail polish, eye shadows, etc.)</li>
<li>Toys (the boys have plenty)</li>
<li>Books (the library is free!)</li>
<li>House stuff (furniture, appliances, decorations, etc) </li>
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Experiences include going out to eat (limited to twice a month), going to zoos or museums, movies, concerts, water parks, and travel. To me experiences embody the spirit of focusing on what lasts; memories stay with you forever and time spent with loved ones or even on personal goals builds healthy relationships and greater love. That is EXACTLY what I am trying to get at here!<br />
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Guys, this is going to be hard and just thinking about it makes me nervous. But at the same time, I am really excited because I know it is possible! I have everything I need, everything else is just excess really. I just have to chant that when it gets hard.<br />
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So why am I doing this?<br />
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Because I believe that shopping takes up too much of my time.<br />
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Because I know that I spend money unnecessarily on things that end up as clutter.<br />
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Because I want to more aggressively attack our student loans.<br />
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Because I want to practice self-control.<br />
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Because I want to be satisfied with what I have. <br />
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I want to slow down, I want to simplify, I want to connect.<br />
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I want to focus on <i><b>being</b></i> instead of<i> </i><b><i>having</i>. </b>(<a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/_FW3I7pqWe/?taken-by=zerowastehome" target="_blank">@zerowastehome</a>)<br />
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I am ready. I know it will be challenging and frustrating, but I know that it will be worth it. I know this will stretch me in the best possible ways and teach me lessons that I wouldn't learn otherwise.<br />
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There have been a lot of resources I have utilized to get me to this point, but I want to share some of them with you in case you want to know more. <br />
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<a href="http://www.becomingminimalist.com/" target="_blank">Becoming Minimalist</a><br />
SUCH a good resource! Great posts and awesome links to other like-minded blogs. This is an internet wormhole worth going down. I especially love his weekly round up of articles!<br />
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<a href="http://blondeonabudget.ca/" target="_blank">Blonde on a Budget</a><br />
She has successfully completed a no shopping ban for a year and is on her second year (in a row!). Most of my personal challenge comes from her inspiring success.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hands-Free-Mama--Do-Perfection/dp/0310338131/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1449600855&sr=8-1&keywords=hands+free+mama" target="_blank">Hands Free Mama </a><br />
She has another book and a blog, but so far I have just read this book. I love it. It is meant to be read over the course of a year but borrowing from the library doesn't afford me that luxury. It is still just as inspiring and helpful, especially as a stay-at-home mother.<br />
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<a href="https://www.lds.org/general-conference/2010/10/of-things-that-matter-most?lang=eng" target="_blank">"Of Things That Matter Most" </a><br />
This has been an influential talk since I first heard it and more recently he has spoken about simplifying and finding joy despite circumstances (find those <a href="https://www.lds.org/general-conference/2015/10/it-works-wonderfully?lang=eng" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="https://www.lds.org/general-conference/2015/10/a-summer-with-great-aunt-rose?lang=eng" target="_blank">here</a> respectively).<br />
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<a href="http://www.slowyourhome.com/" target="_blank">Slow Your Home Podcasts</a><br />
These are basically interviews with all of my favorite simplifying blogs. Good stuff.<br />
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<a href="http://thesmallseed.com/" target="_blank">The Small Seed</a><br />
A spiritual and thoughtful-living blog. I love its posts and resources.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Life-Changing-Magic-Tidying-Decluttering/dp/1607747308" target="_blank">The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up</a><br />
A best-selling book on finally getting rid of the clutter once and for all. I really enjoyed reading it an implementing it as best I could.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Zero-Waste-Home-Ultimate-Simplifying-ebook/dp/B00A6CT012/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1449601237&sr=1-1&keywords=zero+waste+home" target="_blank">Zero Waste Home</a><br />
This lady's four person family produces enough garbage a year to fit into a glass jar. No joke. Her book is ripe with steps and tips for eliminating waste and focusing on reuse.<br />
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<a href="http://www.harmlesshome.com/" target="_blank">Harmless Home </a><br />
This blog is written by the same friend who introduced me to Becoming Minimalist. She no longer writes on it but I still utilize her advice for creating a toxic-free home. Plus I still get to text her for personal queries! She is so well-researched and thoughtful, I love everything she sends my way. <br />
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<a href="http://www.budgetbytes.com/" target="_blank">Budget Bytes</a><br />
This is one of my favorite food blogs. I started using it when I was first learning how to cook and her recipes were perfect for our small budget and growing tastes. Her recipes remind me that food doesn't have to be complicated or expensive to be good and healthy. I still use many of her recipes weekly. Her copycat Olive Garden Zuppa Toscana is especially amazing!<br />
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Thanks for reading about my crazy life and thoughts. I plan on updating my progress as often as feels necessary here on the blog and I love knowing that there are people supporting me my crazy ideas. Wish me luck!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16152613379312900872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046027184240816920.post-57250549775584106012015-12-02T08:53:00.000-08:002015-12-02T08:53:15.655-08:00Practicing Gratitude<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have so much to be grateful for. At the end of the night my basic needs are always met; a roof over my head, warm clothes, a full belly and a whole lot of love from my family. <br />
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Sometimes though when I am expressing thanks during my personal prayers I create little footnotes in the back of my mind.<br />
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I am thankful for a roof over my head....but I wish it had hardwood floors and a bigger kitchen and a more accessible backyard.<br />
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I am thankful for warm clothes....but I wish I could buy those new shoes, sweater, etc.<br />
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I am thankful for a full belly....but I wish I didn't have to cook it myself.<br />
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I am thankful for the love of my family...but why do I feel so worn down by the end of the day?<br />
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I kick myself for all of those little footnotes. I don't want to just acknowledge my blessings but I truly want to be grateful for them, for the imperfectness of them, within each circumstance I find myself in.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-T5cbl5QbQSlfO_ddC8U-44GLZzI_jkh4OWgqoeggfcZpnDftkK-2TNeZrvePccx5RZr3VODFKinCig14dqqXIonOEG8Ui4tX6s_BSu0ewyAz7lFMk24pJVIKG7TMqxLd7gVikdAwh1M/s1600/DSC_0185.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-T5cbl5QbQSlfO_ddC8U-44GLZzI_jkh4OWgqoeggfcZpnDftkK-2TNeZrvePccx5RZr3VODFKinCig14dqqXIonOEG8Ui4tX6s_BSu0ewyAz7lFMk24pJVIKG7TMqxLd7gVikdAwh1M/s640/DSC_0185.JPG" width="640" /></a>It is no secret that James' death sparked a massive change in my heart. A desire to be more, to do more with this life I have been given. I don't want to waste it wishing away for more of something or for something that I have deemed "better." I want to be grateful despite my circumstance. I want to find the value in what I have and to stop the pursuit of things.<br />
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Over the past couple of years I have become more and more disillusioned with our culture's constant push towards more and more stuff. I have been caught up in it for too long feeling like those basic necessities aren't enough and that I deserve more. I have dreams and hopes that I have mentally turned into essentials for my personal happiness.<br />
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We are a young family and as such are dealing with issues like paying off student loans, saving up for a home of our own, budgeting for extras like snow pants and family outings and it is hard to be patient through this time period and wait to accomplish personal and family goals. I found myself growing bitter and exasperated that the effort that I have put in so far towards these goals still has us moving at a snails pace. I am impatient, I want to accomplish everything RIGHT NOW!<br />
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I started looking more closely at my efforts and the smaller details. I started realizing that my daily pursuits did not match my long term goals. I have busied myself with stuff that eventually become clutter. Stuff to clean, to sort, to organize, to move from pile to pile, until finally it finds its way to the thrift store. My true goals and passions have nothing to do with this stuff that for so long I have accepted as a part of the daily grind. But I don't believe it has to be, or at least not in such a massive way.<br />
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I had a friend introduce me to the blog <a href="http://becomingminimalist.com/" target="_blank">becomingminimalist.com</a> and since I have started reading I have come to many quick realizations. Realizations about the amount of stuff I am drowning myself in and how unnecessary a majority of it is. As I have made small changes to where I invest my time, my money, my thoughts, and my efforts, I have found peace. I feel as if I am not wasting the day, wishing it away but rather taking advantage of all the opportunities for special moments. I feel as if I am the best version of myself, the version God sees in me. I feel myself practicing true gratitude, doing away with excess and soaking in that which matters most. As a result, those footnotes have quieted and there really is more joy to each day.<br />
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I probably sound crazy but I cannot express how good it feels to pursue love, family, and personal growth rather than clothes, furnishings, and things.<br />
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Of course, I am not perfect in this pursuit, I still want many things, but I have seen the difference enough that it has lead me towards challenging myself more seriously (more on this later). I have felt a shift for the better and I truly believe that taking all the superfluous away has real and lasting benefits.<br />
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In the Sermon on the Mount the Savior said, </div>
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<span class="verse"></span>Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. (Matthew 6:19-21)</div>
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I want to follow this admonition. I want to invest in that which cannot be corrupted. I want to treasure that which lasts. I know that as I do, I can be confident that I am living the true life I have imagined, I can be more thankful for what is before me, because in reality there is so much.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16152613379312900872noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046027184240816920.post-91354283731154737122015-11-20T11:39:00.002-08:002015-11-20T11:40:39.964-08:00Hawaii Snapshots<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Going to Kauai with my family was the most amazing thing. There were plenty of extra arms to wrangle babies and jump in the waves with them. There were extra eyes and shifts taken for nights out. Sunscreen, shampoo, and diapers were shared. It was a communal effort that made for a blissful trip.<br />
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I have a tendency to set my expectations too high, so I decided before we left that I couldn't complain. I thought to myself, "You are going to be in Hawaii with your whole family, even if the sky pours down rain the entire time, just be grateful." Singing <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M2WTRqCu_DY" target="_blank">this song</a> helped a great deal, especially when my younger siblings had a harder time when things did not turn out perfectly. My main goal for this trip was to visit the beach as much as possible. I did away with my tendency towards lists of places to visit and things to do. It was bliss and it restored me.<br />
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I was reminded that this is exactly how I should be living my daily life. Focusing on time with my family and soaking them in.<br />
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One day in Hawaii, I spent one-on-one time with Max sitting next to him as he played in the sand while Kyle was at the condo watching Daniel while he slept. I sat there as my child played, no phone (too sandy), no camera (too sandy), no book (too sandy) and felt so connected as I sifted through the sand myself. There was time and space to think, to assess, to step back and gain perspective and what I saw was someone who is constantly waiting for the next thing; for student loans to be gone, for the weekend to show up, for Kyle to get home from work. In that moment, it became very clear to me that I cannot live this life waiting and if I do, I will miss out on what is happening right before my very eyes. I will miss all the mischievous moments, the tender brotherly moments, the bursting with joy moments.<br />
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So I made a pact with myself to work harder at bringing that Hawaii mentality to life here in Washington. If you find me walking around in my swimming suit...don't be too surprised!<br />
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Hawaii Snapshots (a lot of baby bum shots!):<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16152613379312900872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046027184240816920.post-53020830848897685962015-11-13T10:59:00.000-08:002015-11-13T11:06:33.660-08:00Snapshots<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
HI!<br />
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vacation+computer troubles+sickness+netflix binging+lethargy=no recent blog posts<br />
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It made me sad too.<br />
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So this week I pulled myself up by the bootstraps. I returned to the things that help me get through the day. We started a daily service activity for the month and it has been such a positive thing for Max and myself. We got outside as a family and I brought my camera and exercised my creative muscles a little bit and I feel so much better overall. Those small simple things always add up and make such a big difference in my life.<br />
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So grateful for the beautiful outdoors. So grateful for time to spend with my family.<br />
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Lately:<br />
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Max is learning how to make friends and it is so hard not to try to force him to be nice (like that is even possible) and not tease/annoy everyone. Everyday he tells me all about his escapades as school and I have to cringe a little bit, because I so badly just want him to be that sweet and gentle mannered child but that is just not Max. He is strong and loud and funny and a little resistant towards the necessity of kindness. He demands it for himself of course, but anything goes for everyone else in his mind. So we are learning, slowly. But I know that it will stick at some point. I will not give up. <br />
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Daniel is also learning kindness in the form of being gentle. He is obsessed with feeding himself yogurt and is walking, going on for about a month now (made the decision that walking>crawling in Hawaii). He is still smiley and cheesy and squishy and just tries to learn from Max but stay out of the path of his fury. This has made him both tough and sensitive in the process. It is hard to know whether or not to step back or swoop in. Depends on the day and the level of hurt mostly.<br />
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Grateful for these days with little ones, as hard as they are. So I am
trying to get as much snuggles and coloring and dancing with them and
their lack of inhibition in as much as possible. Grateful to be able to. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16152613379312900872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046027184240816920.post-26125649438935848572015-10-09T13:27:00.000-07:002015-10-09T13:27:14.929-07:00Snapshots<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It has been a wonderful week. Earlier in the week I went on my first hike sans Kyle and it went really well. It was super sporadic but I was so glad we did it. I love getting outside and the weather is so beautiful right now it is hard to not want to get out and enjoy it.<br />
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Max had school pictures this week and refused to let me trim his hair. Also, when I picked him up, I asked him to show me his smile. Man I cannot wait for the hard copy to show up! It is going to be awesome.<br />
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Daniel has finished cutting some new teeth (including a pair of molars) and his spirits are on the rise. He keeps adding new tricks like sticking out his tongue and dancing which brightens my day every single time he shows them off.<br />
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Motherhood is not as seamlessly easy as I thought it would be.<br />
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This was a surprise. I have worked at summer camps and in daycare and as a nanny, all very mother-oriented positions, or so I thought.<br />
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As I approached my final year of college, and I was trying to figure out what I was supposed to do with this one "wild and precious life" (Thanks Mary Oliver!) like most of my other classmates. I had spent four years discovering that I LOVED literature. I loved exploring themes and ideas and dissecting characters and plots. I loved the analysis and the discussions in class. This led me toward pursuing a masters in teaching and as I was preparing for that next step, it suddenly seemed completely wrong. <br />
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Suddenly I very much wanted to be a mother, more specifically a stay-at-home mother. I could imagine it vividly and it seemed like there were signs all over signaling a switch in my course. Becoming a mother felt undeniably right. It was seated deep within my heart and this desire to raise up children swelled within me. I was so excited.<br />
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A few years and a couple of children later, I often find myself struggling under the immense implications of choosing to be a stay-at-home mother. When I made the choice, I was so sure, so confident. I knew that many would not understand. I knew that many would see this as a step back for feminism. I knew that many would think it wasn't my choice and that I was throwing away years of education.<br />
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What I did not get was how thankless this job is, how much guilt and shame is associated with it, how looked down upon one can feel as a stay-at-home mother.<br />
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I surprised me how hard it was, how exhausting, how soul-stretching. <br />
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I have doubted my initial choice many times.<br />
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Each time I doubt my initial choice, I go back to my love of analysis and discussion. I talk to my husband, to family, to friends. I study books and blogs and scripture. I pray and write and think. Every single time the answer has come back that I need to continue being a stay-at-home mother and each time I understand that choice a little better.<br />
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This last time there was more to the reaffirmation of my choice. As I was pondering, a thought came to me as clear as day, <i>Just because a choice is right, does not mean it will be easy</i>.<br />
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The image of a professional outside the home came to me. I imagined this person who chose a job they loved and worked hard at, but they struggled with it at times too. The job was not easy, and at times they doubted if their work was what they should really be doing, but ultimately they loved it and pursued onward, even when it was hard. <br />
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I don't know why this was so eye-opening to me, because frankly it seems obvious. Of course the right choice for you isn't always easy! The debate between staying at home as a mother and working is long and exhaustive and the correct choice will be different for everyone, but what is amazing is that we have the choice and we get to choose for ourselves.<br />
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We have the ability to figure out what feels right and best for us. Sometimes what is right and best for us won't always make us feel good because doing hard work is always soul-stretching, but we must have confidence in our ability to choose. <br />
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We may have to make the same choice over and over, or somewhere down the line it might feel right to change, to take a step in another direction. Whatever the path may be, we have the ability to know for ourselves and to know that truth with peace and confidence.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16152613379312900872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046027184240816920.post-80936158636997338452015-09-25T13:53:00.002-07:002015-09-25T13:53:22.828-07:00Snapshots<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I wish I could have complete control over the choices of my children sometimes. Sometimes the effort to get them to make good choices and have them completely resist everything you are trying to ingrain into their little minds is humorous.<br />
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Most of the time it is exhausting and frustrating.<br />
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Have you ever seen a harried mother in a grocery store? I am sure you have. I am often that mother and I can tell you that it is as embarrassing and shameful as it looks. There is such an immense pressure to get your children to behave and be polite and courteous and a majority of the time your efforts are there and they just don't measure up.<br />
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I try to extend as much grace and mercy as possible to those around me that often I forget to extend it towards myself. Of course I want to raise children who are kind and good and polite, but it is a process and there will be trying moments where you will be completely humbled by your children. When your baby is climbing out of the cart because the seat buckle is always broken (ALWAYS!) and your preschooler is running in circles knocking candy bars off the rack and you haven't had a decent nights sleep in a year and you are just trying to get out of the store quickly because your preschooler also notified you that he has to pee and it is much easier to accomplish that at home than to maneuver yourself back through the aisles to the bathroom. I calmly try to keep the baby seated and calmly try to urge the energetic child to slow down and listen to my hiss to stop.<br />
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I feel insane. Once I manage to get us all back into the car safely after treading through the parking lot with a baby on one hip and the child by my side and bags on my arms, I take a breath. I breath to calm my heart and mind. To try to discern where I went wrong. What could I have done more to not be THAT mom, the one everyone side eyes with pity or contempt and sometimes even facebook posts.<br />
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I could have prepared better yes. I could have paid more attention the carts and given my toddler clearer instructions on behavior ahead of time. Given him some sort of choice to help him feel like he had control over his own will. There is a lot I could have done and that I will probably do in the future, but most of all at the end of the day, I rely on mercy.<br />
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I am one person, one imperfect person who is TRYING. Trying to raise good and kind children in a world with a lot of competing values of judgement and selfishness and contempt. Where I fall short, He steps in. There will always be things that are overlooked and mistakes made, but if I am trying with a sincere desire to do right, I KNOW He will fill in those gaps and shortcomings. I know because I have seen Him do it before in my life.<br />
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I hope that when you see that mother in the grocery store that you will extend grace. That you do it through kind words (I once had another mother look at me and say, "You are doing great." My eyes swelled with tears from that earthly angel. Some days are HARD). You can do it by offering assistance. If you have no children and grab a cart, look at the buckles! Are there two straps? Are the buckles intact? Give it to the next mom who walks in heading towards the carts with a baby or toddler. If you don't know what else to do, smile and buy her a candy bar (trust me she WILL eat it!).<br />
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We all feel asleep during Daniel's nap on Saturday and when I woke up I was charged! I shot up out of bed and all the busyness and disconnectedness of the week, all my frustrations trying to get Max to listen and Daniel to sleep piled up and I marched into the living room.<br />
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"Get up!" I declared to Kyle. "We are going outside! We are getting out of this house and doing SOMETHING!"</div>
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It is easy to get trapped in your own surroundings; to become so content with the daily to do list that you never explore or connect with anything beyond the four walls of your home. It is extra work but getting outside for me ALWAYS pays off. It restores and brings a peace that is so deeply healing.</div>
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I don't want to waste this life constantly worried with those to do lists. They are necessary and important but there is wiggle room. Wrinkled clothes, dirty dishes in the sink, a floor needing to be swept; these are far less important than rocks to be skipped, water-skimmers to be caught, and memories to be made and cherished doing it together. I want my ordinary days to be filled with these moments.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16152613379312900872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046027184240816920.post-51552434857194555232015-09-18T16:52:00.002-07:002015-09-18T16:53:03.863-07:00Snapshots<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ever since I was little I cannot remember taking my time reading a book. I was always swept into stories and excitedly tore through the pages, grasping for the finish. I am still obsessed with that transportation and the way it makes me see the world with fresh eyes.<br />
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As a child and teenager I could easily read all day without interruption and fairly late into the night with little consequence. During the summer I turned into a nocturnal creature appreciative of the quiet and coolness that came with the night. I loved most assigned reading throughout high school and college (there are always exceptions of course) and even while a nanny in Seattle I immersed myself during nap times and happily finished once I got home. </div>
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It's funny, because as much as I love diving into the fairy tales and epic sagas, I like the story I am writing with my life best.<br />
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Snapshots from this week:<br />
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I am so excited. This weekend I get to see some of my closest friends from college. The last time we were all together was before I was even married!!! Luckily two of us live in the same town which so happens to be about smack dab in between the other two. So grateful to get to stay up late catching up and spending some time with them.<br />
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We are finishing up family birthdays (with my mother's being today! Happy Birthday Mom!) and settling into a routine of keeping house and preschool and pursuing goals and whatnot. It feels all very grown-up and I didn't expect it to be so hard to be away from Max during the day. He is going to a full week half-day preschool and although I relish in some uninterrupted time to write and plan and play with Daniel, I find myself missing him terribly. He is doing amazing though and is so excited to tell me about the new lessons he is learning and all the special rules. Max LOVES rules and structure and little things like "No, no Mom. You have to push your chair in BEFORE you put your lesson tray away." Doesn't matter that he NEVER pushes in his chair at home....<br />
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Also, on a more reverent note, I want to take a minute to talk about the anniversary of Sept. 11th. May peace and comfort be with all those who were directly affected that day. It had an impact upon us all, and I think often about how my worldview changed that day. I had never questioned the safety of living in this country and of hardship hitting my personal life. But Sept. 11th was the first chip at a greater understanding of our global community and my place in it. To know that ultimately there are things we cannot control but we can choose to be good, we can choose to be kind, and we can in the face of trial and adversity still choose love.<br />
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This boy! What an absolute joy he is to our family. Daniel is a very independent child. When he was a baby he would be content to just lay there on a blanket while I read or cleaned or cooked. At first I thought, he must just be a docile baby, but as he gained access to mobility, I quickly realized he was just happy doing his own thing. He explores and wanders without a care in the world. This also means he is not a very snuggly baby, but he is improving on that each day.</div>
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He adores and is terrified by Max. Max isn't exactly soft with Daniel. He likes to steamroll Daniel when I am not looking or fight him with his sword. Daniel always wants to do what Max is doing and Max never wants to include Daniel unless they are wrestling or playing chase (Daniel is a very speedy crawler).</div>
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Daniel is tough. He figured out that when Max is near it is best to lay low to the ground. It is pretty hilarious and a little bit sad to watch your baby plank completely parallel to the ground waiting for a roll to be over. His cries of help are rare though and he seems to just be happy that Max is including him. </div>
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Here is a look back on the first year in the life of Danny boy!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16152613379312900872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046027184240816920.post-20929138447329711122015-09-02T14:46:00.000-07:002015-09-02T14:46:31.595-07:00On Birthday Wishes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I remember my tenth birthday the most.<br />
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My mom, swamped with taking care of four other children had promised that I could have a birthday party, as long as I planned it myself. I fretted the entire summer over details, watching old reruns of Martha Stewart hoping to gain some helpful tips for the perfect party (I was a strange child).<br />
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I decided on a Hawaiian Hello Kitty theme. Hello Kitty hadn't reached its glory quite yet, but I was obsessed with it from visits to the international district with my grandma up in Seattle. I settled on Hawaiian because my birthday is in August and it felt like a nice fit. We would go swimming at a local pool, have pineapple upside down cake, and have hula skirts as party favors. I selected streamers and planned out the rest of the food. I was so excited.<br />
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The thing about having your birthday at the end of August, is that you never know what the weather will look like. It could still be 100 degrees or blustery and windy, preparing for colder Fall weather.<br />
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The part would be held on my birthday and I prepped all morning, helping my mom to make the cake and decorating the backyard with pink streamers and hanging pineapples. The wind rolled in gray clouds and I was a little worried. Then only five of the people I had invited showed up. My heart sunk a little, in my mind there were thousands of my adoring friends flocking to celebrate me (Oh the mind of a ten year-old!). We pressed on with the party. The pool was deserted with the forecast of rain and so we enjoyed the slide on a continuous loop of no lines with rain sprinkling down. It was awesome.<br />
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We arrived back to my house and plopped in my new B*Witched cd and danced in the front yard to, "Don't Blame it on the Weatherman." We made a sign for all the cars that passed to honk because it was my birthday. We ate delicious cake and ran around in our hula skirts and all I remember was it ended up being so much more fun than I had expected. It ended up being more fun because it had rained.<br />
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I turned 27 on Sunday and I realized a couple of weeks before that I was holding expectations for this birthday. Turning 25 happened in the wake of James death, there was no celebrating. I was miserable and depressed. Turning 26, I was 38 weeks pregnant and the day before my birthday was stuck in the hospital because they wanted to induce. My fluid levels were low and I was wracked with anxiety and just wanted Daniel out and safe. He could have been a birthday baby, but the fluid issues resolved themselves (rather the person reading my fluid levels had mistook them for being low and they were normal the whole time) and I spent my birthday upset and anxious and disappointed. There was a lot going on and it was hard to enjoy anything.<br />
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So this past weekend I had expectations, and for a second I thought that they might be crazy or high or whatever and then I realized they were normal.<br />
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I wanted a birthday without anxiety, depression, worry, or sadness. I just wanted a happy birthday. I wanted to be surrounded by those I love and take in how grateful I am, despite the rain that has fallen in the past couple of years.<br />
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My 27th birthday was a happy one. It was a birthday that offered perspective to see that all my birthday wishes have come true.<br />
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To me, there is no better gift than that.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16152613379312900872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046027184240816920.post-70103860470603524312015-08-28T12:34:00.002-07:002015-08-28T12:36:06.225-07:00Snapshots<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I stopped by my mother's house this morning to grab something and good thing I did because there were two men ready to install the new front door. My younger brother had answered the door but he had just woken up to their knocking and so I took over from there. My mom has two dogs at home and they needed to put put elsewhere so they wouldn't bark and bother the workers. One dog, Baloo, is young and annoying and the other, Jasper, is VERY old and loud. Upstairs went Baloo and then I tried to urge Jasper into the backyard. Jasper wasn't having it. She is slightly blind and deaf and has arthritis and just kept walking in circles confused at my herding. Finally I decided that I would just have to pick her up and carry her out back.</div>
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Old confused dogs are very heavy and awkward to lift. I ended up lifting with my back rather than my legs and now my back is crying. I texted Kyle and he told me to do some cobras to help get my back into place. I tried but Daniel kept crawling on me (forever a jungle gym!). I started laughing because it all felt a little ridiculous. But once we picked up Max from preschool (yay! preschool started this week!), I put Daniel down for a nap and did some uninterrupted cobras, I plopped myself down on the bed with some netflix and laundry (with Max watching ninjago in the other room). </div>
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Cute, bald, teething baby. Turns one on the 8th! (p.s. that orange thing is a cracker, not his tooth...in case you were worried...)</div>
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Went on a hike as a family this week. Max walked 3 miles! BY HIMSELF! It was awesome.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16152613379312900872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046027184240816920.post-12251312457231479182015-08-21T14:13:00.001-07:002015-08-21T14:13:09.198-07:00Snapshots<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We went on a hike last weekend to one of my favorite spots, Boulder Cave. I have been coming here since I was in a carrier. I have proof! In a hikes for children book that was published in the 1990s, you can find a picture of my mother carrying me on her back as my brothers explore the end of the cave. I am probably far too proud of that tidbit of information...</div>
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So this cave is more of a tunnel and in the off-season it is a home to bats. Before you enter the cave there is a small waterfall around some big boulders that you can visit and then you walk through the cave (flashlights VERY necessary) and you can either take the dirt road back to the parking lot or keep following the water through the gorge all the way to a natural water slide. I happily went down it with my nephew a few times. Max was NOT game.</div>
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Anyways, this is one of my happy places. I have so many great memories of walking in the dark, finding my footing with the help of a flashlight, looking for frogs and lizards and salamanders, getting wet and muddy and being happy. I feel lucky to share that with my children. </div>
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There is a haze over the valley; the state is on fire and the smoke has nestled into the hills, muddying the horizon. There are no clouds, but the sky isn't blue either.<br />
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My mind feels perfectly matched to the scenery outside. Maybe it's the move or it's the baby who isn't sleeping through the night, the still packed boxes stacked in the living room or the fact that I haven't been able to exercise in a month. Most likely it is a mix of everything. </div>
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In the middle of feeling stuck in a haze I was scrolling through instagram and came across this quote, </div>
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Ambien, the popular sleep aid, doesn't actually help people sleep much more (in one study, it boosted sleep by 18 minutes a night). No, the reason it works is that it's an amnesiac.</blockquote>
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Ambien makes you forget that you didn't get a good night's sleep.</blockquote>
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It's all invented. It's still real, the pain is real, the frustration is real, but the story that's causing it all is something we made up, and something we can change. The pain is real, and so is a path to changing it." </blockquote>
It is from a book called, "What To Do When It's Your Turn (And It's Always Your Turn)" by Seth Godin. The quote spoke clarity to my mind and funny enough I realized I owned the book and it was sitting on the top of that stack of unpacked boxes.<br />
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The story of how that book ended up right there is kind of funny, especially considering I hadn't even read a single page of it yet.<br />
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My husband rode to a church activity two months ago with a friend from church. As they carpooled our friend mentioned that he had bought too many copies of a new book he had been excited to read. He told Kyle a little bit about the book (nothing that he remembers...) and asked if he would want a copy. Kyle had no reason to decline a free book so he accepted a copy and brought it home. This is not a normal looking book. It kinda looks like a really fancy magazine or a really skinny coffee table book. Either way I flipped through it when he tossed it my way after coming home and then set it on our side table and didn't think much of it until I had to read it through instagram.<br />
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I worked my way through the book the next two days and it was exactly what I needed to read and hear.<br />
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I smiled at the wonderfulness of it, the grace of it. I suppose I could chalk it up to happy circumstance, just be grateful for the occurrence.<br />
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I don't want to do that.<br />
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There was a time in my life where every little happy thing that happened was just that, a happy thing. Nothing more, nothing special. <br />
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But not now, now I see God reaching out to me in so many different ways. At first I only saw what was right in front of me, what was obvious. I only saw what felt deserved.<br />
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Now, I see Him blessing my life and speaking to me in the smallest of ways, but ways that make a big difference in my life.<br />
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Through a book in the right place at the right time, through the affection of my children, through the words of family and friends; I hear and see Him aware of me and my needs.<br />
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His awareness of me (of US!) reminds me of His love. His goodness reminds me that He will not leave me helpless, His arms are outstretched and where we might not have faith in ourselves, He has faith in us.<br />
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Packing, packing, packing. This week has been full of boxes and sorting and bags to donate. We are moving next week; downsizing from a 3br/2ba to a 2bd/1ba. This is all by choice, but man it makes moving a little more complicated. I am trying to do some sorting here but will have to do more once we arrive and live in the space a little. Over the past year I have been trying to minimize, declutter, and only give room and time to that which we love or has purpose. One big sweep is my romantic notion but unfortunately two little hoodlums keep that from being a possibility. So we have been doing it in small batches, slowly, but effectively. It makes me very excited for our new home but exhausted just thinking about it.</div>
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From a hike last week. He makes the best faces.<br />
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