A letter to myself at 16 years old.
I ordered mom clothes. Yes, they’re all from Old Navy.
I don’t fit in with other moms. Apparently none of us do.
Things I learned from The Lorax.
Shit I find in Harrison’s bed.
Things I wrote & forgot to tell you about. I’m too tired to come up with a clever title.
18 Mar posted by
Tall Girl Problems
13 Mar posted by
I could write an entire blog called “Tall Girl Problems.” I bet there’s already a blog out there about it, but I’m too lazy to check.
That goes under the blog “Lazy Girl Problems.”
That’s Morgan in one of the thousands of bathrooms at the Opryland Hotel in Nashville. She’s not paying attention to me because a) she’s known me for 3 years & expects weird behavior or b) she’s also a blogger & understands weird behavior.
Huge bathroom, right? Plenty o’ stalls but I still had beef with them. See, Morgan is a short gal by tall girl standards & her head hits the top of the stall door. This was my view:
Nope, I’m not standing on my toes.
It created an awkward moment or five after I used the facilities & had to scoot my shapewear back up over my rear. & by “scoot,” I mean wiggled back & forth in a chicken dance until I was out of breath & my underwear was shoved up my ass, but my shapewear was on & up under my boobs so I just called it a success. A panting, sweaty success.
That everyone got to witness as the top of my head bobbed around over the door & I looked like a drunk fish on the line.
Trout, anyone?
Owning my life & other Nashville lessons that should be in a country song.
2 Mar posted by
I find myself tongue-tied in regards to Blissdom this year.
There’s this wild, wonderful heart-song that has been beating through me ever since I boarded a plane for Nashville & I have not quite found a way to piece it all together.
When I went to Blissdom, I found myself at an awful crossroads in my career. I lost a job & gained contract work, but nothing felt secure. I spent nights lying awake, ticking away the 18 months of COBRA coverage & worrying how I would find another job. How we would get insurance or a home loan. The anxiety crept up to my throat & I sat on the couch in my doctor’s office & she asked me to define the problem.
“I don’t know!” I wailed. The control freak in my clashed & battled war on my spirit & everything inside me wound tight for no reason. Why couldn’t I let go when I finally had everything I ever hoped for?
I have a job I love. It pays well. I am home with my son. I am writing successfully. I have insurance coverage for 18 months. We won’t be homeless.
Four days of wild creativity, of hearing lectures where I was told to admit that I’m a writer, to think of goals & pathways & to be okay reaching for them. To sit with others & hear that sometimes, they feel split one thousand different ways & they worry about the uncertainty of free-lancing, but oh, isn’t the free part of free-lancing so wonderful? Yes, it is. Jon Acuff spoke of the “reverse Superman” of changing into business suits from conference clothes & my heart hurt at my own memories of soul-blackening work & somewhere in Tsh Oxenreider’s session about growing with quality, a wave of awesome slapped me upside the face.
Really, there’s no other way to describe it.
I have a job I love. It pays well. I am home with my son. I am writing successfully. I have insurance coverage for 18 months. We won’t be homeless.
I’M GOING TO OWN THIS SHIT.
Finding myself writing for a living didn’t happen the way I thought it would, but then again, I never dreamed of an @microsoft email address either. Potentially growing our family on COBRA isn’t something I would have ever considered before but being home with my littles is something I have considered often. Selling our house & getting a home loan on Doug’s salary wasn’t our idea, but we will learn to live simply & install floors on our own & that will be just one more adventure to take on together.
When my friends ask me what Blissdom is, I smile. It’s fashion shows in the bathroom with a friend that lives an entire country apart & a photo shoot in downtown at night & the words “I am a writer” scrawled across my journal with other notes but mostly, Blissdom is where I come alive.
This Week on Babble + a cool giveaway just for fun.
31 Jan posted by
Here are some awesome toddler beds, from the affordable to the no-freaking-way.
I think everyone should take their toddler out to dinner. (but don’t be a jackass about it)
I asked for tips on becoming a stay-at-home momma.
I talked about the importance of volunteering even in a crazy-busy life.
I showed off fifteen incredible nurseries for normal people.
The response was so awesome that I did it again.
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My friend Amy just opened her new Etsy shop, Smitten Image, & would love to offer one of you a freebie print to her shop! I love this fire truck but the barn animals with their “sounds” beneath them hits my funny bone in the best way possible.
Cute, right? I KNOW.
Hope on over & let me know which print you would pick & I’ll select a winner in the comments!
Round ‘em up!
18 Jan posted by
I bitched about Anderson Cooper.
I bitched about my kid not sleeping.
I bitched about our neighborhood.
I bitched about preschool.
I bitched about weekends.
