Everyone has regrets. What are you going to do about it? People like to make themselves feel better by saying that they wouldn’t change their past because it made them who they are today. The more trials the better, right?? Continue reading
If they say they are cold, they are cold.
If they say it’s too hard, then it’s hard.
If they say it’s scary, then it’s scary.
Denying a child’s reality is not going to keep them warm or make it easier or take away the fear. Continue reading
I listened to a James Altucher podcast today where he talked about his latest minimal living project. He was living in a house with his wife last year when they decided to get rid of most of what they own in order to simplify.
I’m all about simplifying when I’m not busy making my life more complicated. Continue reading
I had a dream job once and didn’t know it. When I was nineteen, after wasting two years at college, I moved to a new city all by myself. I was young and stupid and lonely and broke. I rented the cheapest room I could find and I took the first job I could find and I got the first boyfriend I could find (he was adorable and he’s probably reading this right now so, Hello Mr F.), and I had no idea what to do with myself. Continue reading
I went on a serious three mile hike this week. It doesn’t sound amazing but I couldn’t do that a year ago. A year ago I couldn’t walk around the block. Continue reading
I used to think my children lacked self control when they didn’t do what I asked them to do, not understanding that they have perfect self control. Continue reading
Meet my new little five year old. Continue reading
I didn’t like to admit it but I always hated poetry. My brain would turn off at the mere mention of it. I didn’t want to hear it and I certainly didn’t want to write it when I was forced to in school. When I began homeschooling my children I didn’t want to pass on my distaste for poetry so I made myself read it to them. I still hated it.
I used to be an avid reader, reading around 50 books a year when I was keeping track (not a lot compared to some people that I’m related to), but the last couple years I have been too sick to read. I’ve tried but I’m not sure if I have finished a single book in all that time. To keep my brain alive all those months I started listening to podcasts and audio books while I’m walking and in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep but I’ll admit I’ve listened to more of the former than the later.
I’m an addict.
As a child I didn’t like being told we were poor but we were. I was poor and too uneducated to know what to do about it. Oh I did what I was told and I studied hard in school and got straight A’s and scholarships to put myself through college and graduated even poorer and more uneducated than I began.