Monday, August 12, 2019

Finding My Writing Flow & Flow Between Priorities


I have been thinking over the past weeks since my last post that it has been awhile, what do I want to write about.  I have had so many ideas, but I haven't put my fingers to the keys.  I find that writing gets set to the side pretty quickly these days.

I get ideas of what to write about, but then days go by and then I wrestle with, should I still write it or let it go.  I don't always have time to pull out the laptop and write, but what I am realizing is I need to make time for it.  It may not be on the laptop at first, or even in a post, but I can certainly write in a notebook.  Then make time on the calendar to actually put my fingers to the keys.

I am a schedule type person.  So if I want to make writing a priority, I have to schedule it.  I know, it sounds kind of funny, maybe a little odd.  If I like it, why don't I just do it.  Well, I have many roles in the day, so often it turns out that those take more precedence.  Toss in curve balls, unexpected twists, or even leaving space open and writing gets put on the back burner.

And then there is the fact that I go through different phases and seasons as I try to figure out a good flow for writing and spending time with it.  Now, as my kiddos are a little older and little more independent I can see some windows opening allowing me the time if I choose to take it.

It's not that I don't have the time, it is that I don't take the time or give it priority.

That happens often in life.  Things get set aside when we don't give it time or priority.  Now, granted we can't control how or what that will look like always, and stuff comes up.  But overall, we can find a natural flow that creates a balanced harmony.  And we need to take the time to pull those things we set aside every so often to see if they are still relevant, or if something needs to be changed, or if it needs to be let go.

Leaving something off to the side for too long can be cause issues sometimes depending on the topic.  Like marriage or health.  Put those things off to the side for too long and things can tend to fall apart.  And it sometimes takes a lot to bring it back.

Your life becomes what you make a priority.  As moms, we tend to put our kids as first priority.  Everything else seems to fall away, including who we are as a person.  A mom is only part of us.  But there is so much more to us.  Yes, at times are kids need to be number one priority.  But they can't always be in that spot.  There needs to be a flow between the things you make a priority.  And that is going to look different in different seasons, as kids grow up, as marriages gain years, as things change, as things grow.

What have you set down that you need to take a look at?

Thursday, June 27, 2019


For years now I have told myself or made it a goal to put my own health and well being a priority.  But it never stuck.  Why?  Probably because after a handful of months would go by I would fine myself wondering why I ever set it as a goal in the first place.

I always thought myself to be pretty healthy.  Had enough energy, got good sleep, wasn't sick that much during the Winter.  Beyond the physical side of things, mental I was in a good spot and had no real reason to dig deeper into things than necessary.

As the years went by, life changed.  It was rocked, I hit bottom (more times than I care to admit most days), I faced things I never ever thought would be placed on my path.  I have felt like I have been tossed under a bus, along with my knowledge, parenting, character and more.  I felt joy and extreme grief that rocks you to the core.  I have been left high and dry because others simple don't understand or don't want to or don't try.  I have changed and grown, only to have others around me want the "old me" back. 

I got tired of dragging my heals, of digging them in so deep that I never wanted them to be free about the time my youngest turned a year old.  I look at pictures of me from the day and think, wonder, what happened.  Where is the true inner peace?  Where is the deep joy?  Where is the happiness, gratefulness, love?  Where is the life?  Where is the wild, the free?  Where is me, the authentic real me?

I had lost sight of a lot of that back in 2011.  Life has a way of turning things upside down.  Those flips tend to carry through for the years to come.  We may or may not acknowledge them, let alone accept them, but they are there.  They are always tugging at us, always weighing on our shoulders.

A year ago I got serious about my own health and well being.  I faced post-partum depression and anxiety after my youngest was born in 2015.  It took me 16 months to finally accept things for what they were.  And when I mentioned to my doctor and opened up finally she said, it's a wonder you made it this far with everything you have been through and are currently going through.

Motherhood is nothing like we think it will be.  And no, it's not all unicorns and roses all the time.  It is the hardest thing we will face if we decide to grow our family.  It also has so many blessings and good moments.  But no one wants to talk about those tough ones, the ones that we don't like, the ones that just downright suck.

A part of my health and well being journey has been expanding or widening my views, my perspectives, letting myself grow and change as needed, learning, and waiting.  It goes beyond diet and exercise.  It goes beyond the food we put in and hitting the pavement to get ourselves moving.  It is about why we choose to eat what we are eating, it is about moving in a way that works with our body and the season we are in, it is about the mind, body, and spirit, it is about rest, both passive and active, it is about how we handle the twists, turns of this journey we are on.

What started out as a needed focus on changing my health through diet and exercise, became so much deeper.  Each month this year I have peeled back a new layer and in doing so I am becoming free, more authentic, and finding my natural me that has been hidden for far too long.  It's about healing, trusting, and letting go.

My word for the year is rejuvenation.  Each month one of those layers peeled away shows just how fitting the word is.  I wasn't sure where it would lead, but I am seeing now as we are half way through the year bits and pieces of so much more and I am excited to see what comes from it in the next half.

The boundaries I set today will help guide me in the months to come.  As I set up new boundaries, I am untangling the inner and outer mess around me.  I am giving myself permission to do, to be, to live.  I am connecting while disconnecting.  I am standing firm.  I am doing and I am resting.  I am utilizing my strengths and gifts, while accepting and acknowledging my weakness and limitations.  I am stronger, more confident.  I feel a deeper sense of joy and gratefulness. I am releasing and trusting.

Where will this lead?  I don't know.  But for now, I know I can face the day I have in front of me.  I can learn from yesterday.  I can set schedules and routines, rituals for tomorrow.  But I can still dream and see where it leads.

What can you do today that will grow you? free you? to let you live deeply?

Where do you need to untangle? need permission? need to set boundaries for you?


Tuesday, June 4, 2019

The Loads We Carry


It's not the load which breaks you down, it's the way you carry it. ~Lou Holtz
Pretty much every day my mom sends me quotes of the day via email.  She gets them from someone else, then she forwards them on.  Some days, I read the quote and think "okay whatever", other days it is "that is a good one" or "truth", and yet other times they strike me deeper in my heart.
The one above is the quote from about a week ago.  It's not the load which breaks you down, it's the way you carry it.  It comes a very fitting time.  Before I received the quote, I had hand written out a blog post that kind of just came to me.
I pulled out a notebook, wrote out what was coming, well more like pouring out of me.  Then it got set aside for me to put on to a blog post.  Well, life got filled up and there is sat staring at me.  Almost as if it was saying, so when are you actually going to share this?  Then this quote came across my email and I knew I needed to set aside time to write, time to create a blog post.
I have tried to create a system or schedule for writing and posting, but it gets pushed to the side rather quick.  I would rather write in the moment and sometimes that means on paper only.
So, here I am, with my keys to the keyboard.  The topic?  The loads we carry
There are times when we load our plates, fill our schedules, and pack in extra even if we are bursting at the seams.  I try my hardest to not do this, to not let my to do list get the better of me, to find time to rest, to have white space.  But there are times when I inadvertently fill too full.
In May, I joined two book launch teams.  Yup, 2.  In theory, not a bad idea, but in practice it turned out to be two books being released two days apart the start of June.  Add in two back to back road trips, lots of extended family time and sleep schedules all over the place because of it.  I also was helping my hubby gear up Backyard Life Gear to get ready for June (typically the most busy month of the year), especially knowing I wouldn't be able to help much for a good week.
So yeah, filled to the max and then some.  Good thing I had the knowledge and wisdom I gathered from both books and could remember it because I needed it.
With each activity we begin to carry a load.  We may shoulder it, load it in a bag, put it on as a hat, or push it down and keep pushing forward.  We all have loads we carry.  But have you ever stopped to look at the loads?  Like pick it apart and really look at it.
I decided to do this recently.  Feeling the weight of the many loads, I was struggling to carry it all and it didn't matter how I adjusted it.  What I really needed was to lay some of it down.  So I dug in.
About a month or so ago, a friendship of mine ended.  It was one that had lasted for over five years.  But something in me made me realize that I was ready for a change and ready to lay down some loads.  Come to find out, some of the loads I was carrying weren't even mine in the first place.  
I tend to do that.  In learning more about who I am and how God made me, I have learned that I am strong in developing and try to help others be the best them they can be.  However, the nurturer in me wants to help carry some of the load as needed to help out.
But day after day, I was not meant to do that.  Neither are you.  There are some loads we are meant to carry.  There are some we pick up because we think we should.  And there are some that just sort of fall on us, even if it isn't ours to carry.  But we can't carry them all day after day.  Something will bend, something will break.
In my case, it was a friendship.  Granted, it was coming to an ended anyways and needed to be reevaluated sooner.  But I wasn't ready yet and I wasn't ready to unload or didn't know how.  Now, I am not saying it isn't okay to help someone, because it is (if they are willing to accept it).  But we don't have to let their loads become ours and keep us weighted down, especially long term.
We become comfortable in it because it is familiar.  Laying that load down can be scary, it can be new territory we are treading, the fear is paralyzing.  But sometimes we need the change, we need the push.  Sometimes we need to lay down some our own load or parts of it.  And we definitely need to lay down others loads that aren't ours to carry.
We can walk next to them, help them, guide them.  But take on their load with yours. We truly need to have faith.  We need to trust, to be strong, to be courageous.  Don't be discouraged.  I carry many loads of my own and it wasn't until recently that I have started laying down the loads of others around me.
I am here to help, to guide, to pray, to love you through your journey.  But I am not adding on extra to mine that isn't mine.  I am not adding on more if it doesn't fit with who I am.  I am not adding more on if it doesn't fit with my values, priorities, goals, dreams, roles.
Let the load down, be uplifted, feel the weight fall off your shoulders.  Feel the rest that you get from setting it down wash over you.  In one of the books I recently read, it put a spin on the bible story of the woman at the well.  Set down your load you carry, leave it next to Jesus, only pick back up what is meant for you right now, and go live.
There is beauty in this.  Look for it, find it, acknowledge it, be thankful, and let it soak in.
What load or loads do you need to set down? What parts of a load need to be released? What load is not yours to carry, because it was never yours to carry? What load or loads have you been carrying far too long?

Saturday, May 25, 2019


It’s been awhile since I put my fingers to the keys. I have been writing behind the scenes, but as timing goes I haven’t taken the time to write it on here. I could make excuses, Or to be honest, I didn’t make time. I chose other options for my down time and it wasn’t creating blog posts.

I have been journaling and I will share my insights and things learned with you. But I have been taking my down time, spare time to rest. Not nap or sleep necessarily. But taking care of my self in all areas: mind, body, spirit...mentally, physically, socially, emotionally, spiritually, creatively, and sensory. I have been disconnecting more to connect more with my authentic side, be more present in the moment, slow things down.

I want to take a moment to share with you two great books that are coming out the first week of June. I am on the book launch team for both (another reason for not typing up much for blog posts).

One is called “Exhale..loosing who you are not, loving who you are, and living your one life well. It is letting go of the things you are not, the different cascades we put on sometimes to impress people/not be judged/fit in/should have according to others comparisons, etc and not focusing on our weaknesses.  Instead embracing who you truly are, accepting the weaknesses, living each day in your strengths and gifts that god has given you.

The other book is the Cranky Mom Fix...taming the inner Mom-ster by identifying triggers that lead you to yell, raise your voice, get frustrated, be angry, etc. all those strong feelings that come with parenting, and how to tame that by learning how to put an end to it but also see it coming and know how to stop it.

Exhale is written by Amy Carroll and Cheri Gregory. The Cranky Mom Fix is by Becky Kopitzke. Both books can be preordered on Amazon. And if you preorder before they are released, both come with some great freebies.

Both books are on different topics, one more about parenting and the other more about being who God made you to be, but they are connected and intertwined more than I realized at first. But they both start with you, with me, with ourselves.

If you are looking for a book or two to add to your Summer reading I highly recommend both of these.

If you are looking to add other book ideas “Made Like Martha” by Katie Reid and “Sacred Rest” by Saundra Dalton Smith are both great options as well.

It is Memorial weekend for us, so I am taking the time to be with a lot of family. But after a week or so, I will be back to writing blog posts.  For now, I am settling in on rest, rejuvenation, and living the life in front of me.

Have a great weekend!


Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Embrace the Mess - See the Beauty


Hmmm....embrace the mess?That’s a hard one to do, sometimes. Okay well maybe often hard to do. Why? Because there are so many messes around, so many different kinds of messes. So how do embrace the mess?

There are just some messes that happen and just a part of parenting. Sometimes we create them, sometimes the kids, sometimes it is a blend of everyone. But mess happens. Through the mess is learning and growing. And what we may see as mess, someone else may see something more, well, more beautiful.

Yes, we can see beauty in the messes around us! Yes, we can see beauty in the chaos!

But our minds tend to go first to what is wrong, what needs to be solved.

Instead we need to pause. Instead we need to breathe. Instead we need to look at it. Pausing and breathing give us a different lens to look through. So does taking a moment to look at it through the eyes of someone else.

What you see as mess, what you feel is chaos, could have beauty in it if we choose to look.

I will admit, I get overwhelmed by mess and yet I am good with leaving a stack of dishes by the sink for a day. The biggest mess I get overwhelmed at is kids toys. It does not take long for the family room and dining room and kitchen to look like the toy shelves threw up.

But you see, it isn’t that the kids are just dumping out a bin and moving on (we are past that stage thankfully). It is them digging into their imagination, being creative, using their pretend play, engineering something. It is them learning, growing, failing, succeeding, having fun.

So why can’t I always see beyond the mess?

Why am I okay with a pile of dishes but then get overwhelmed when the first floor of the house is inundated with toys out?

Because I was failing. I was failing to embrace it for what it was. Failing to look beyond what seemed like a mess to me. Failing to see what my kids saw. Failing to see beauty in it.

Sure, it can be frustrating to have toys strewn about, especially when kids are still learning to clean it up after or it’s in eye sight all day long. But what if let go of the control where we can? What if we set the boundary of, it gets cleaned up before bedtime and until then it can stay set out how they see it in their mind’s eye?

When we do that, when we let it go, let them go, and set up a clean up before bedtime we allow them to just do their thing and to play. And through that they grow, learn, be creative and more.

And for us? We embrace the mess, embrace the chaos and see the beauty in it.

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Spring is Here ~ Sinking My Roots in Deeper


It's Spring!  Spring is finally here, well at least the calendar says it.

Don't get me wrong.  I love the four seasons.  But to be honest, the last couple weeks of Winter always drain me and I get to a point where I am just over the cold and snow.  This year because all our snow basically came in February, I was ready for Spring way sooner.

We were all geared up for Winter, hoping to spend time in the snow in December and January, but it didn't come until February.  And then we would be hit by many cold days in a row, making the snow not great for playing in after.

But alas, the snow is melting, roads are clearing, and the weather is getting in the 40s and 50s.

I am ready for warm sun, warm breezes, and things greening out.

I am ready for the change, the new growth, and sinking my own roots in deeper.

I am ready for this season and what it brings and has to offer.

I took a moment to ground myself, pull out my simple clarity cards, and work through some card pulls.  What are simple clarity cards?  They are cards with a word and picture that reflects the word.  I have three sets I sprawl out on the floor. 

I start with a prayer asking God to guide me, ground me, and open my heart.  This is my way of working through things and talking with God and connecting.  It is how I get in tune with my heart and thoughts, it is how I get myself to open up, let go where needed, and a focus moving forward.  I work my way through each question, pull cards without looking, and journal my way through.

It becomes very interwoven, crosses over relationships, brings grounding along with perspective.  I find it is something I crave every so often that I carve out the time to focus my mind, body, and spirit.  In the end I find a inner calm, a sense of peace, feel lighter, and am filled with joy, as well as a rooted, deeper connection.

My Spring is going to be about quiet, about release.  It is going to be interwoven with enough, grace, thrive, bloom, and comfort.  Where this leads and what this looks like, only time will tell.

Bring on the Spring season.  I am ready.


Friday, March 15, 2019

My Beautiful Scar


I used to not think my c section scar was beautiful.

Truth be told, some of it was because I couldn't see it.  Like, even when I looked in the mirror, I couldn't actually see it.  The sag of my belly from pregnancy weight gain and loss still hung over it, covering it up.  Which, in some ways, I was grateful for.  And yet in others, I didn't like the sag.  But out of sight, out of mind...mostly.

I wanted to like my scar, but I didn't.  It told a story, a story I hadn't yet accepted.  It may have been unseen, but deep down I knew the truth.  And the truth I was telling myself was not on the positive side.

For awhile now, I saw my scar as a reminder.  A reminder that my body isn't strong, it failed me.  That I wasn't strong, I wasn't good enough, I wasn't beautiful anymore.

You may not have seen my scar, but it wore me.  I knew it was there and felt like it was mocking me.

I had three pregnancies.  One miscarriage and two amazing boys.

My first pregnancy experience was finding out I was pregnant, finding there was something wrong, then finding out that we were facing a miscarriage at 17 weeks, delivering our baby, and walking through a whole different grief.

My second pregnancy I started spotting at 7 weeks, all looked good and normal, was placed on high risk, restricted lifting, high levels of amniotic fluid though no one area by itself was a concern, weekly screens, readings, and ultrasounds, water breaking, stalling at 4 cm dilated, and delivering via c-sec.

Mind you the doctor I had for the first pregnancy/delivery and second delivery did not have not have tact and was good at making you feel like you failed in some way.

When she leaned against the wall, foot propped up and arms cross, nonchalantly telling me my baby expired and then telling me not to cry, she didn't mean for me to cry, all the while not letting me know leading up to due that date that I could face a miscarriage at any point...I left feeling like my body had failed me.  On delivery day, she came in basically made me get an epidural so we could move things along, not even showing an ounce of sympathy or hope.  And yet again, I felt my body had failed me because I couldn't do induction and delivery right.  I found a new doctor at the same clinic after this experience.

When she was the one on for delivery during my second pregnancy she basically yelled at me, tell me I needed an epidural because it was ridiculous that I asked her to take checks a little slower, so I could prep my mind and breathe through it to relax better.  And then after 24 she said okay time for a c-section, I will go get the OR ready while you let it sink in.  It wasn't even given as an option.  It was here, give up and let's get this done.  Now, granted I really didn't have another option as my water had broke, but even with stuff to get contractions going I didn't get past 4 cm.  I kind of feel like once they gave me the epidural they forgot about me other than to flip me over every so often.  One can only hope to have their doctor from the clinic on delivery date, but like most, kiddos come when they are ready and you get whomever is on call.  Once again, I felt my body had failed me.

Come third pregnancy, I was normal and boring.  This became the phrase and I took heart to it.  My new doctor was all for a v-bac.  She was so encouraging along the way for both my second pregnancy and third.  She still is.  I tried, I gave it my all.  Went through contractions, tried to v-bac, but ended up with a c-sec (again).  The doctor on call was amazing, not my usual doctor, but she was so encouraging, yet kind and honest.  She said I tried my best and gave it my all, but my body just was not designed to deliver naturally.  I laid on the OR table and the tears started flowing.  This time around I had a doula.  She could come into the OR before hubby could.  She held my hand, said everything was going to be alright, I really did my best.  But I still couldn't help to feel that feeling that my body had once again failed me.

Faced post-partum depression and anxiety, began to question my value and enoughness, a fierce inner negative critic, a whole lot of shame and guilt.

Rather than face this, talk about it, let it go, I sunk it down and let it keep stacking on itself, became an emotional eater and control freak. I was sinking more often and occasionally swimming.  I was not thriving, not finding joy, not finding peace, not finding rest.  The anxiety, fear, and worry just kept gripping and crippling.

A year ago I finally realized, or well maybe accepted that some things needed to change and a lot of that change had to start with me.

I have been working on letting out, peeling back the layers, finding joy in the little things, putting things into the positive light.

Not to say I don't still get that overwhelmed feeling, or that negative thoughts don't roll into mind, but now I can let them in, acknowledge them and talk about them, then let them go.  Some days, naturally are easier than others.  But usually it's when I face an unexpected set back, am tired, or I'm not reaching the goals I set for myself.

But the other day as I was going about my usual daily stuff, a thought came to mind.  If my hubby can and does still love my body the way it is despite all the changes it has gone through and battle scars, then why can't I?

Yes, I said battle scars.  Because really, isn't that what scars show?  A story, an adventure, a battle, a change.  Either way, scars tell a story.  But even more so, I was beginning to realize how hard I was being on myself.  I began to question this.  Why am I so hard on myself?

I wouldn't talk this way to others, so why do I let myself.

I had become uncomfortable in my own skin.  If you had asked me, I couldn't tell you a good thing about me, my personality, strengths, talents.  I was my own worst critic, and that inner voice was no help all too often.

Sure, are there some things I don't like about myself?  You bet.  But I am also learning to takes those in stride and accept them.  Change what I can when I can, starting with my own inner response, thoughts, and words.

My body has been through amazing things in the 37 years I have had so far.  It tells me how strong I am, how blessed I am, how beautiful I am, that I have courage to face the tough stuff, that I am surrounded by some really great people.

My c-sec scar tells a story.  A beautiful, interwoven story filled with love, storms, hope, strength, courage, hope, change.

What is your scar telling you?

Saturday, March 9, 2019

Thoughts of Lent & Leading Into It

Full disclosure, I started writing on this on Thursday.  However, I am just getting to finishing it up and posting today.  So I decided to leave it as is, but be real about the timing of it all.


Yesterday was Ash Wednesday.  Lent has started.

I will be honest, I don't know much about either.  I just know they happen, lead up to holy week, and it ends with Easter.  Ash Wednesday, if you go to a church service they place a cross from ash on your forehead.

I also know that some give up meat on Fridays, but can have fish during lent.  I also know people pick something to give up, one thing or many, during the 40 days.  Like, I am going to give up chocolate during lent.  But truthfully, I never really learned about some of this and what is all means in faith.  However, I am trying now to take the time to gain wisdom, open my heart, and dig deeper.

I was thinking about it the past couple of days.  I liken it some to the perspective on making new year's resolutions.  Things that we resolve to do in the coming year, but then usually abandon just a mere few weeks into the year typically.

Not to say that I haven't picked something some years to give up, but thinking on it some things just seem to line up.  I have also seen different takes on this concept of giving something up for lent.  Like each day give an item away to donate or even each day give that many items away to donate.

It also brings to mind it takes 27 days to change a habit, likewise, it takes 27 days to create a new one.  It is almost like using lent as a way to create a new habit or to change a bad one.  But what happens then after the 40 days.

Why not dig deeper into it all?

Instead of giving up something, changing a habit, what can you do deepen your wisdom? Strengthen you? Connect you to God? 

Would giving up something for lent be life changing?  Maybe.  But what about understanding better what Ash Wednesday is for, why is there lent, and letting yourself dig deeper into your faith...what would that do?

Ash Wednesday is day of repentance, prayer, and fasting.  Lent is 40 days long and a time for Christians to remember when Jesus went into the desert to fast and pray before beginning his word for God.  It is a season of reflection and preparation leading up to the celebrations of Easter.


Tuesday, the day before Ash Wednesday, sometimes known as Fat Tuesday, led me to wonder more about this season.

So in this Lenten season, where does that place me? Am I going to go the route of given up an item I like or using it clear out my house and simplify?  Am I going to use it to dig in deeper and to reflect as well?

I am going to nourish my mind, body, spirit.  I am going to use the time to pray, to reflect, to dig in more into my faith.  As we move along during this time I will share my thoughts and happenings.

Because we know the bible and we know Easter is coming and we know what happens, it is kind of like knowing the ending to the movie "Titanic" only to have the movie stop working with 10 minutes left and getting free passes, to see "Titanic".  We know Easter is going to happen.  We know Jesus is going to die on the cross.  We know he will rise again.  Why?  Because it is what is written in the bible.

So what can we do during Lent?  Even if you have chosen a different religion, a different faith path, or not believing in God or not having faith, there is still something we can all do during this season. 

We are just a handful of days away from Spring.  Winter is coming to a close and soon everywhere will be warming up and green will start bursting forth. 

Why not use the end of Winter and the first part of Spring as a time of reflection?  Find a slower rhythm, deepen your wisdom, open to new perspectives, deepen your connections in your relationships, let go where needed. 

Let's let ourselves grow in this season.

Friday, March 8, 2019

Start a focus Challenge for Your Workout


Sometimes we need a jump start in our workouts, sometimes we need to change it up, sometimes we need that push to get us going.  Whatever your reason, start a focus challenge.

One of the great parts of doing a challenge is that you have your workouts handed to you more often than not.  It could be sent as a daily email, the schedule is laid out for you, making it easy to keep going with it.

And more often than not, there are others who would be up for doing the challenge with you.  This provides a great way for accountability and others to chat with during the challenge.

I have done a few challenges over that past couple of years. 

I have been a part of a 3-Week Fit Mama Shred and after the three weeks, we did another round and yet another round.  This was a fun way to get working out in, talk with other mamas, and draw inspiration to keep going.

I recently finished a 30 day, 100 squats a day challenge.  I loved it!  It was a quick workout usually and easy to fit in anytime during the day, anywhere (did some of my days on vacation).  It got my heart rate up and I felt better balanced, as well as stronger after (legs, core, and arms because I added weights).

Currently I am trying to work through a plank challenge on my own.  This one I am finding more difficult to do.  Mostly because I can make it to the 1 minute mark and I am just done.  I can't seem to push past that point.  I am not sure if it is because my arm strength just isn't there yet or because the increase in minutes is too fast.  So, for now, I am still doing planks, but I go until 1 minute.  I may not get to the 5 minutes in the 30 days like it has laid out, but I do know I am getting stronger.  There are a variety of plank challenges out there.  This one is a standard plank.  I may look at changing it up and trying a different plank challenge and see how that goes.

I encourage you to look for a challenge, make it a 30 day challenge and then find others who want to give it a try too. 

They are great for focusing in on certain areas.  You can see how much a difference they can make, even if it the workout is only 5 minutes a day, by keeping it consistent.  And with a focus challenge, it gives you an end date to keep in mind.

I have found that after my challenges I carry what I have been doing with me into other workouts.  Because I enjoy them and miss them when it is over, I use it to create my own workout routine.

So how about you...have you done a workout challenge?  What was it?  What challenge do you want to tackle next?

Monday, March 4, 2019

What Does Marriage Mean ~ My Understanding


What does marriage mean to us...our understanding, well my understanding with lots of talking about it with my hubby.

For those of you who are married, I want you to pause for a moment.

Now think back to when you were dating.  Think about those in your life who were married at that time.

Did you ever chat with anyone about marriage, before you thought about marriage?  Or was everything up that point what you observed or overheard?

When you decided to get married and the plans were getting finalized, did you talk to anyone then about marriage?  Or did anyone talk to you?

Aside from the obvious, marriage means you can begin to get more intimate on a sexual level and marriage is a stepping block towards building a family, what else do we know about marriage going into it?

I will tell you this.  For me, I observed successful marriages and unsuccessful.  While I didn't know what made one successful or unsuccessful, one can learn a lot just by watching how people interact with each other.

From hand holding, to a kiss.  From conversations, to muttering under one's breath.  From talking, to listening.  From being single to being "one" (because when you get married, two become one, right?)

Really, marriage takes on a lot of different levels and a lot of different depths, along with many roles too.

Sure, we sat down with the pastor a few times before we got married.  Answered some questions, all fairly easy, and shared some stories.  We even went to a one day marriage class (because the pastor required it).

But no one really talked about what marriage was, what it was like.  And certainly, no one talked about what the bible and God say about it.

Sure, going in you learn it is a partnership.  You may have been told it is 50/50.  All you and your stuff become one right?  From house, to living expenses, to bank accounts, to finances and budgets, having kids if you choose, and the list goes on.

You may talk about the financial side of it, then again, you may not.  Finances is one the big reasons for divorce, which ranks right up there with communication or lack there of.  You probably know going in if you are going to have kids and how many.

But that is really about it.  No one talks about the communication that goes into it.  No one talks about the intimacy side of it, including sex.  No one talks about how it's not 50/50, it is really 100/100.  No one talks about how to keep the spark going.  No one talks about how to go from living single to living together.  No one talks about what the bible has to say about it.

What have you heard about marriage?

It's hard work.  You can have sex all the time, but let's be honest, no one does that because now that you are married, it just not what actually happens (why?).  You need to join your accounts.  You need to be on the same page.  You need to divvy up tasks and space (how much closet space is enough...too much?).  Anything to make her happy, because if she isn't happy no one is and all the other jokes like this that are about marriage.

But no one gets into the nitty gritty, digging in deep side of it.  Unless you are facing problems and seeing someone to help you through them (if you are both willing to admit you need help and are willing to find help).

What does marriage mean?

Two people join, make vows to each other, and begin theirs lives together under the same roof.

Yeah, I know, that is a bare bones definition of it.  But in it's most simplistic form, that is what marriage is.  You decide to share your life with someone else, live together, and start a family if you choose to.

But still what is marriage really?

It is a partnership.  It is a foundation you set up if you decide to grow your family.  It is talking.  It is listening.  It is dreaming together and setting up goals.  It is living together.  It is spending time together.  It is going on adventures.  It is having meals together.  Its cuddles, kisses, hand holding.  It is being intimate on many levels.  But it is also developing routines together, hobbies that are your own (but sometimes do together), it is combining, learning, growing, changing.  It is talking through the good stuff, and sticking together through the storms.  It is love.

And it is talked about in the bible and God does have wisdom that goes with it.

My hubby and I have been together since 1995, married in 2005.  Yup, high school sweethearts.  Started to grow our family in 2011, faced a miscarriage, then added to our family in 2013 and 2015.

We've had our fair share of storms and struggles.  But looking back, there is a lot we wish we knew or had heard about marriage that we are just finding out.

We got married in a church.  Our vows, the traditional ones you hear at most weddings.  The songs, pretty much the usual.  The bible verses read, the usual.

I never knew about the behind closed doors, raising kids, keeping your marriage going while raising kids, how to weather storms in your marriage, how to keep communication strong, who to talk to about marriage.  The realness, the reality, the open, the honesty, the rawness.  Which some of that, you only learn about throughout your marriage.  But I also never heard anyone else share about it

I certainly never knew what the bible or God thought about marriage.  Just knew societies and our cultures skewed view on it.  I knew I had my own inner struggles, but never realized until recently (like last year, 13 years in my marriage) how they were affecting my own marriage, my perspective, and my knowledge or lack there of.

My hubby and I finally started communicating again.  Having deep conversations, airing things out, opening up, letting it all out.  It was turning point.  In ourselves and our marriage.  We began learning more about ourselves, each other, marriage, the meaning of marriage, what God is looking for, what we are looking for, we began to let each other in again.  We shored up our marriage foundation, reconnected. 

We learned too that even though most people don't talk about marriage, others are or have faced what we are facing.  There are some great bloggers out there on marriage and there are some great marriages that are a good mentor.

I encourage you to take some time.  Take some time on your own each and as a couple to really talk.  Talk about your marriage, talk about it all...everything.  Talk about the hurts, the storms.  Talk about the good, the okay.  Let it out, open up, be real.  Let yourselves heal.  Build up your foundation, shore it up where needed.  Talk about the successes, talk about the mistakes.  Talk about where you need help the most, talk about where you can help.  Talk about your needs, wants, desires.  Talk about your dreams, your goals.  Talk.