I come from a family where strength is the norm. If something needs to be done, one doesn't let feelings or emotions get in the way. My Papaw's favorite line when any of us started crying was "dry it up!" They're the folks who sing at funerals; the folks who put duty and responsibility and doing for others and yes, attending church, before mental health. Even my husband is super strong. On days like today, I'm left with a sense of shame that I can't live up to this standard.
“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.” ~ Neil… Continue reading Finding Joy in 5 Steps
I'm a member of a Club I never wanted to join. It's a Club where you aren't the apple of anyone's eye; a Club where you are often empty, in spite of all the bits and pieces well meaning folks offer to fill the void. A Club where the number of photos is finite and you worry about the day you won't have any new ones to share.
One of the worst things about having anxiety is the anticipation of anxiety; the dread that hits several days or a week before an event. This dark sense of dread and foreboding can well up out of nowhere...when this occurs, my first reaction is to long for safety and escape from the stressor; this is usually impossible. What helps manage the sense of dread more than anything is finding ways to boost my mood and be more positive.
Growing up in Kentucky, I spent a lot of time outside. I had a special place to think, to ponder life and the world. I went there to get away from my troubles. It had a magical quality hard to describe to someone not acquainted with country life. Some days when I visited, I was a gymnast creating elaborate routines; others I was a singer belting my latest heartache. I spent time there writing lyrics and poems in my mind. It was on a little rise beside a stream looking out over an orchard - Papaw (who specialized in rigging things up) made it for me out of a wooden board and two cables...
Here are some things at a year and a half: 1. I worry about running out of photos, but I will keep sharing the same ones...
“But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death--Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come. No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come.” Joseph B. Wirthlin
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The most important thing to know about me is that I’m Mama to two wonderful daughters, Delilah and Rowan. They have similar interests but very different personalities.
Our eldest daughter is calm and reserved unless she is acting out a dramatic schoolyard tale, sharing her love of a new novel she finished, or recounting her recent mastery of a video game. Meanwhile, our youngest daughter only goes to 11, and she has since birth.
Writing this now, I am smiling thinking about hearing Rowan’s tiny baby wails from the hall as her little newborn cart was pushed into our hospital room when it was time for her to nurse.
“One minute she was just fine and the next she decided she was hungry, and right now,”…
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I'm rewriting the Meredith Grey gif - you know the one...she's on the verge of tears, stating "I'm just exhausted." Here's my version: me trying to excel as a wife, mother, teacher, blogger, etc., maintain family/friendships, drink enough water, exercise, message everyone back, stay sane, and be happy. I'm tired, folks. I've been struggling with anxiety this week. This is the point in the journey where I want to quit something. The thing is, there is nothing to pare down except the pressure I put on myself. You read that correctly. I don't want to get rid of anything in my life (well, I can't possibly retire at this point, so that's off the table). I like my life. It's just busy and exhausting and it's been a hard week.
In a world that's obsessed with status and position, may we be servants of purpose.