I’ve been thinking about love… The kind that forces you to be vulnerable and let someone see your reality. The kind that creates space for healing and acceptance- even when that space is riddled with trauma and triggers. Love is the action of a warrior. A true warrior. Love not only requires patience and kindness but also strength Love is an entertainer with a forgetful mind, and humor. Oh to be loved!! The kind of love that isn’t looking to be self . . .
The Defining of Me
When I first went to therapy, my goal was to learn to make choices based on my values and goals and not as a reaction to circumstances. Instead, I am learning to heal from things so rooted in me that I confused them for my personality. I am learning the importance of communication and boundaries not only to protect myself but those around me. As a mother, I want my children to know they are loved. I want them to have self-love, awareness, and a sense of connection to . . .
Master Of My Fate Through Therapy
A couple of months ago, my husband and I decided to separate. It was a mutual decision, which we arrived at after many years of trying to make a go of it. I won't get into the minutiae of why we didn’t work, just that we both agreed it was the best thing for us. I felt and continue to feel 100% at peace with my decision. However, being a single mother in my mid-40s with three children was not the same as being a single mother in my mid 20’s with one child. I felt overwhelmed. I started . . .
The Precipice
I am standing on the precipice of something new. I can look over the edge but I cannot see past the clouds hovering just below my feet. It is strange because part of me still yearns for the comfort of the known. Regardless of whether it is in my best interest. It is the known I crave. The memories, the love I have felt. The dreams I held in my mind for so long. The dreams I coddled and protected for so long. Can I let go of the dreams, the hopes, the wishes long enough to experience . . .
Quarantine Log: Day 35
My days are made up of homeschooling kids, cleaning, doing laundry, cooking, and never leaving the house, then I do it all again. I am trying to look for the good in every change and the lesson in every new situation. So, here are the things I have learned so far…. teachers are amazing and should be paid so much more. I have told my kids to call me Ms. Laura while they’re doing school work because if I have to listen to one more whiny “mmmooommm” I will be sent to the principal’s . . .
5 Amazon Shopping Trends This New Year
The tree is put away and the kids are back to school. I am home working on a vision board for 2024 and brain storming income streams. In the growing world of e-commerce, the Amazon Affiliate Program stands out as an opportunity for entrepreneurs looking to monetize their online presence. The idea is to promote high-demand products, using your affiliate links, to earn commission. I decided to sign up as an Amazon Associate, which means I will earn commissions from qualifying purchases. Having . . .
Safely In The Noise
One thing I do not want to be without. Noise-canceling wireless headphones! Picture yourself doing anything in a 900 sq ft space. Being constantly surrounded by sounds - the loudest dishwasher and washing machine you ever heard, the upstairs neighbors with their dogs, running back and forth - moving furniture or playing tag (I’m totally guessing based on how it sounds). Add three little humans speaking in their outside voices all the time, one human playing video games . . .
A Year For Action
I have been gone for a while. Needed a little time to look at my life and figure out what I want. Sometimes the hardest moments are helping me to dig deep and look inward to find my strength. Because one thing I know - I can do hard things, but it can take me some time to find my strength. In July of 2019, I had a conversation full of judgment and super harsh comments hidden under the pretense of "being real" from a person I loved. It hurt to have someone so close to me misinterpret . . .
Summer Solstice
I am thinking about past summers. Summer is my season of change and learning. It is the season in which I learned how to live in my own skin, learned who I am and, learned to like it. I was seventeen, and it was a beautiful summer. My friend had a car and we had so much time on our hands. We laid out in the sun during the day and walked around the neighborhood park at night. We had a small group of friends and we would spend so much time together. This was the first time I felt free. . . .
Missing my mother
I lay in bed alone in the dark waiting to hear the sound of the front door opening. It seems my body doesn't want to fall asleep until my brain has accounted for everyone. There is one person missing from our home tonight. Her laughter has been gone all week. Her thick-rimmed glasses are here. The smell of her soap clings desperately to a couple of her dresses, the fancy bar of soap she always has. Her pictures are hung throughout the house. Her dark hair, her smile. But she is not . . .