Adulting
Remember when we were kids and all we wanted to do was grow up, be adults and be able to do whatever we wanted? And then when I did grow up and became said adult all I wanted was a husband, kids, a family, a couple of dogs, a house to take care of. And now that I have all that and I am definitely, without a doubt a very 37-year-old adult, then I ask myself “what next?”, “is this real life?”, and “I don’t think I actually want to adult anymore”. Anyone else relate or is that j
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How authentic are you really?
Authenticity…a subject that has been talked about in several of the books I have been reading and a topic of conversation as of late. We all want to be authentic, the real you and the real me and we want to be around the same people. The real deal, show me all of your flaws, people. When I was younger, I didn’t know who I was. I was always searching for who I should be or who I needed to be for someone else. I would constantly change myself to fit in to whatever group I was h
Apr 175 min read
How tired is too tired?
I remember writing a blog several years ago (before kids) trying to defend myself on being just that tired. How tired was I really? Tired, or so I thought. In today’s world we are tired… with or without kids, this job or that job, because we always have to be going and doing. That is how we prove ourselves. How much we can get done in the little time that we actually have. Now, what I do know now, that I am telling my younger self, is that I was NOT in fact tired then. Not th
Apr 135 min read
And then there were kids
Those of you that have kids, depending on their ages, do you ever still pinch yourselves having to remind yourself that these are really your kids? Like you really, actually have kids? It’s the wildest thing to me sometimes to think about the fact that I actually have kids. Maybe this sounds weird. Or maybe this sounds totally relatable to you. For a woman like me, it was something that was always the unobtainable dream of mine (to get married and have children). As a child m
Apr 86 min read
What is this life thing really all about?And why is being “human” so bad?
I’ve been thinking a lot about life lately, and I’ve determined its weird, but not in a bad way. I just have such a different perspective on life now than I did when I was a kid vs 12 years ago vs even 2 years ago. Which makes sense, I suppose it is supposed to change with us as we grow and change as people. I remember as a kid and into my teens and early twenties (smack dab in the middle of my drinking career) how I wanted time to hurry up because I wanted to get to the futu
Apr 44 min read
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Last weekend I was able to attend the Freedom from Bondage Conference that comes to this area every March. I’ve been attending it ever since I was living in this area, the first being when I was a resident of a halfway house here in town back in 2014. It meant a lot to me then, but means so much more to me as each year progresses. It is a conference about carrying the message of “Alcoholics Anonymous” into prisons and jails around the country, trying to help as many people as
Mar 304 min read
Life in a photo album
You know those photo albums from yesteryear? The ones where you pasted actual printed out pictures from an actual camera? Where you took the time and care with each picture you took, being extremely intentional with what pictures you were taking and when and how many and then taking the time to put them in these said photo albums for memories? And then going back through that same photo album years later and getting a sense of love and memory of the event all over again? I wa
Mar 253 min read
