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The Time I Realized I Was No Longer Cool (A New Year’s Eve Story)

Can you believe we’re almost to New Year’s Eve already? It seems like not too long ago I was sharing my half year review, now I’m thinking about what to write in my year-end review this Sunday!

As my husband and I sit here making our yearly last minute plans for the occasion, I can’t help but think about one New Year’s Eve in particular. It was one of those moments when adulthood really snuck up on me and I realized that I wasn’t the care-free 20 year old I had been.

When I was running the other blog I had shared this particular story, hoping that there would be others who could relate to that crushing sensation that we are now adults. What I found was that we have all had those moments, and they just keep coming with more and more frequency as time goes on.

Today, I would like to share that story here exactly as it ran on December 31, 2014, and remind you all that just because we’re not “cool” anymore, doesn’t mean that we don’t still rock in our own ways. We’re just a different kind of cool now!

Without further ado, here’s the story of the time I realized I was no longer cool.

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New Year’s Eve kind of snuck up on me this year. It seems like I have been busy from October on. It all started with my daughter’s birthday, which was then followed by Halloween, a few other get-togethers, the Motley Crue concert, Thanksgiving, and the about 8 million Christmas gatherings.

My house is still a wreck from all the holiday hoopla and now it’s time to break out the champagne and watch the clock. I have no idea where the time went, but I do know that it’s only 10 A.M. and I am already exhausted.
New Year's Eve clock, champagne, glasses, the time I realized I was no longer cool. Adulthood snuck up on me.
Is staying up ’til midnight mandatory?

With all the talk of plans and parties and resolutions, I find myself thinking back to previous New Year’s Eves. Of the 8 times Almost-Husband and I have rung in the New Year together, there is one celebration that really sticks out in my mind.

My daughter was about 2 months old for her first New Year’s Eve. We hadn’t made any plans as I was still getting used to this whole motherhood thing and wasn’t quite feeling up to par. Well, that and the fact that Almost-Husband and I are chronic procrastinators.

Being a hormonal mess added to my reluctance to do anything to celebrate. I remember feeling lonely and left out as I read everyone’s Facebook updates, showing me everything I was missing out on. I felt trapped and unwanted. I also felt tired. Extremely tired. I wasn’t sure I’d even make it to midnight or that I’d be able to enjoy myself knowing that my precious baby was spending her first New Year’s without her mommy.
Some friends of ours friends from out of town called while I was sitting around trying to figure out whether or not I should leave my daughter with someone for the night. They invited us to join them for a party they were going to about 30 minutes away. I declined, using the excuse that I didn’t have the time to pump enough milk for The Princess. I told Almost-Husband to go without me. I didn’t want him to miss out just because I couldn’t go.
I immediately regretted that decision once he was gone. I sat around feeling sorry for myself, wishing I could go out and have a good time with my friends. I’m not going to lie, I cried a little bit. Soon, I was on the phone to Almost-Husband. We decided that I would call up his mother and see if she’d watch the little one and I’d drive up and meet him.
I remembered that the year before I had showed up to a party with this same group of friends only to find that I was completely under dressed and immediately ran upstairs to rummage through my closet. All my nicest clothes were still much too small.
I called Almost-Husband again in tears. I had nothing to wear. I was going to look ridiculous. I should probably just stay home.
He assured me that things would be okay and that I’d find something to wear. I can’t remember what he said verbatim, but he gave me a pep talk, reminding me that he thinks I’m beautiful and that people will understand that I just had a baby. I hung up the phone feeling much better and settled on a pair of beige maternity dress pants and a low cut red sweater. I went back downstairs with my little one and did my hair and makeup, calling Almost-Mother-In-Law in the process to let her know I would be on my way shortly.
After dropping off my daughter I drove the 30 minutes with the radio cranked up, enjoying some alone time. This was going to be a good night. About 5 minutes from my destination I started to worry about my daughter. I felt guilty. It was a holiday, she should be with her mommy.
As I pulled up to the building where the party was being held, I noticed all the people coming and going. Nobody was dressed up “nice”. Instead they looked more or less like this…

everyone was dressed like ravers for the new year's eve party and adulthood snuck up on me. I realized I was no longer cool.
Yes, short skirts in the dead of winter makes total sense.

The few people who were “dressed up” were showing way more skin than I would ever be comfortable with. Hair was perfect, makeup was fabulous. Here I was with my hair left in it’s naturally curly state, my usual neutral makeup, and a plain khaki and sweater combo.

I suddenly felt old and out of place. I parked the car and decided that I wouldn’t stay long. I’d just spend a few minutes catching up with my friends and then I’d go home. I caught up with Almost-Husband and he tried to put me at ease.

Once inside, we found ourselves standing off to the side alone. I couldn’t drink since I was breastfeeding as well as driving us home. Everyone seemed to be in such a different place in their lives than we were. It was strange, just a year ago this would have been right up our alley. However, we were parents now and our priorities had changed. The more we talked, the more we didn’t want to be there.
We stuck it out until midnight, did the countdown, shared a kiss and were out the door. We hopped in the car and drove back home, laughing at ourselves. A new era had indeed arrived.
When we got to his mother’s they were all still awake. Almost-Mother-In-Law was shocked to see us. “I can’t believe you guys are home already! Did you even drive up there?” She asked with a laugh.
I quickly grabbed my baby and comforted myself with her snuggles. “Everyone there was like 12,” we told her, explaining how strange it was to not fit into a place we would have been all about not so long ago. She laughed with us. Here she had given us a night to ourselves and all we wanted to do with it was love on our baby.
The next year we chose to ring in the new year with a few friends at home, while my mother watched The Princess at her house just a few blocks away. This year, we will be spending New Year’s Eve as a family with another couple and their child. A nice, low-key get-together that I am really looking forward to. It’s such a huge contrast to how we spent New Year’s Eve before we became parents.
So many things have changed in our lives since The Princess came along. Our life now barely resembles our pre-parenthood days and I’m not going to lie, I miss parts of it. However, I can’t imagine ever going back to the way things were. Things may not be perfect, but my life now is far more enjoyable then it was back then. We have a purpose. We have a sense of direction and stability that we had previously lacked. Life is good.
2014 had it’s share of challenges, but I feel we’ve learned a great deal from the tough times. We also had some amazingly wonderful times. The year has been full of love and laughter and growth. I can only hope that 2015 is just as good!

Facing Insecurity: When You Hate The Way You Look

“Mommy can you buy this?”

I looked up from the conveyer belt where I’d been stacking groceries, expecting to see a candy bar or small toy in my 5 year old’s hand. Instead, she holds a copy of “Cosmopolitan”, beaming up at me.

“You don’t need that,” I replied “It’s like junk food for your brain. It’s not good for you,” I replied.

She looked at me with confusion, then studied the cover before looking at me once more. “How?”

“What?”

“How is it not good for me?”

I sighed, unsure how to respond. “Well,” I answered slowly. “Everything in there is fake. It’s just a bunch of junk designed to make you feel bad so you spend more money on stuff you don’t really need.”

She looked thoughtful for a moment and put it back on the rack. “Can I have some candy?”

I laughed and said yes, smiling as I carried on with the checkout process. I was proud of my answer and even more proud of myself for not giving in to my impulse to just toss it in the cart. If there’s one parenting goal I hold sacred, it’s making sure my daughters never experience the kind of loathing towards their bodies that I’ve battled my whole life. The kind, incidentally, that I’ve felt creeping in as I enter the final trimester of my pregnancy.

There was I time I would have bought the damn magazine. I would have poured over the pages, relentlessly assaulting myself with negative judgements as I compared my body to the beautiful women inside. I would have made notes about diets to try, make-up to buy, the latest lotions and potions to fix this problem and that problem. I would have read articles like “5 Tips To Have The Best Sex Ever” and decided that there was something wrong with my sex life…even if I had been thoroughly enjoying it up until that moment.

To be honest, those sly suggestions that I’m not good enough as is still sneak through on a regular basis and it still takes a ton of work to not let them affect me. In fact, as I watch my body morph into something unrecognizable, I’ve found it harder and harder to not tear myself down or worry about how I’ll “get my body back” after I have this child. I worry so much, in fact, that I’ve recently stepped up my self-care routine to combat these thoughts and stop myself from heading down a path I was determined to never walk again.

On my first blog, I had written a post about my body image issues and how they had come to be. I had toyed with the idea of re-posting it here, but this experience at the grocery store made me want to share something different. The why has been covered time and again in many different formats. But what we don’t look at as often is the reality of living with these unrealistic standards in our heads.

This is my reality.

I might not have thought so deeply about the exchange in the checkout aisle had body image not already been on my mind. That morning, I had found myself sobbing as I looked in the mirror, wishing I could love my pregnant body instead of feeling like a whale. After a few minutes of allowing the emotions to run their course, I decided to go through my computer and create a file full of pictures of myself that made me feel beautiful. I needed something to look at when I felt down and give me a little ego boost when the insecurities threatened to overtake me again. As I sorted through the photos–some taken well over 10 years ago–I was struck by how different I looked to my eyes now as compared to what I had seen when the snapshots had been taken.  I was even more shocked that there was such a huge disparity between my perception and reality with photos that had only been taken a few months prior.

This is what I want to share with you today.

 

body dysmorphia, body image issues, body positivity

 

This photo was taken about 8 years ago. I remember the day well. I was 22 and I had read an article about taking photos of clothes before you get rid of them, so you have a memory to hold onto instead of an extra shirt in your closet that will never get worn. In the pictures taken directly before this one, I can be seen crying. I’d been waiting for years to wear this top, but had never once worn it out of the house. I didn’t want to let it go, but I decided I must. You see, I was crying in the previous photos because I “knew” I’d never be thin enough to wear such an outfit. Of course, my boyfriend (now husband) disagreed, persuaded me to fix my make-up, and got me to take another picture. I hated it. The top went to Goodwill that afternoon.

When I looked at the picture then, I saw what I saw in the mirror. I was too fat. I desperately needed a boob job and a butt lift. My arms were flabby, my thighs were too thick, my face was too masculine.

Um….hello?

Are we looking at the same picture?

Looking at it now, I am disgusted by the knowledge that I truly felt that way about my body. What I wouldn’t give to look like that now! Clearly, my perceptions of myself were way, way off. But at the time, they were very real to me. Any time someone would say something to negate those thoughts, I brushed it off as them trying to make me feel better. I just knew, deep down in my soul, that they were lying to spare my feelings. I mean, I saw it plain as day, surely they did, too.

Those sort of deep-seated body image issues are about more than looks. When you are filled with hatred at the image in the mirror, in affects every other aspect of your life. You believe you aren’t worthy of love, or success, of happiness. You believe you are just as ugly on the inside as you see yourself on the outside, even if neither of these things are true.

There are plenty of other photos like this, most notably a few from high school when I had plenty of “evidence” that I was ugly. I didn’t get asked out on dates like the other girls did. I got bullied about my looks often. I didn’t look identical to the girls in magazines or on TV. The world saw this…

 

 

While I saw something hideous and shameful.

Looking at it from where I am now, and without sounding conceited, I’m pretty sure those boys stayed away because they were too scared to ask out a hottie, and I’m pretty sure those girls were mean because they were jealous. But you never would have convinced me of that at the time.

My body image improved a little at the age of 25 when I became pregnant with my first child. Suddenly, I was this life-giving goddess and I didn’t have to feel bad about having some extra weight on my body. This isn’t to say there weren’t moments when I feared what it would look like afterwards, or that I never had days when I felt disgusting and decidedly un-goddesslike, but it wasn’t at the forefront of my mind. I slowly began to feel more comfortable in my own skin and celebrate my beauty.

 

brandyn blaze pregnant, body positivity, body image issues, self-esteem

 

And then, it all came back.

After my daughter was born I was determined to fix whatever it was that caused to me see such an incredibly distorted view of myself. I made a lot of progress, but I’d still have my slip-ups. At these times, body image took up every bit of space in my mind. It became my only focus and robbed me of moments that would have otherwise been full of joy.

Two years ago, in the midst of one of these slips, I took this as a “before” photo as I prepared to undertake a new exercise routine and accompanying diet.

 

 

Don’t let the smile fool you, I hated taking that photo. All I could see was a body that had been destroyed by motherhood. I was once again researching a variety of cosmetic surgeries and telling myself how terrible I looked.

As I look at that photo now, I can’t see why. And as I look at photos from shortly before I got pregnant this time around, I’m amazed at how much my body still looked like it did in that picture. The feeling that I can’t trust my own eyes is mind-blowing. It hurts. It hurts a lot. What hurts just as bad is knowing that I could be unwittingly passing this distorted view to my daughter.

With a second daughter on the way, it has become obvious that I have to change the way I talk about my body and the bodies of other women. I have to find a way to learn to love the skin I’m in 100%. I have to provide a buffer between not only my self-esteem and the unrealistic standards we are bombarded with, but between those standards and my girls’ self-perception.

So where does it start? How do we begin to heal from something like this?

It starts with watching our thoughts, our words, and our actions; with providing our daughters with a positive model of how to treat their bodies. It starts with focusing on health instead of beauty, on what our bodies can do instead of how it can look. It starts with focusing on all the other strengths we possess that will outlive physical beauty. It starts with putting more emphasis on who we are inside and allowing our confidence to shine from within. With believing your family, your friends, your partner, when they say you’re beautiful.

It starts, with challenging our perceptions about what beauty is and simply being the best version of ourselves, from the inside out.

It starts with saying no to that magazine.

I know I still have a long way to go, but I know I’m light years away from where I was and that I’m still growing.

And I know, you can too.

An Open Letter To My Toddler

For those of you who have been around for awhile, you know that I like to go through posts from my old site from time to time and share them here. Although there are certainly parts of the mommy blogging game I don’t miss, I do miss sharing my thoughts about motherhood on a regular basis.
As I was scrolling through my old posts recently, I came across this on and smiled. This is the post that changed the game for me as a mommy blogger and helped me find a modicum of success in that niche.
So much of this post is still true as I watch my 5 year-old attempt to gain control of the household, that I found myself rolling with laughter and knew I had to put it in the spotlight again.
For those of you who are currently in the trenches of toddlerhood, I promise you it does get better…slowly.
So, without further ado, here’s an open letter to my toddler as it first appeared on “Life, Motherhood, and The Pursuit of Happiness” on February 19, 2015.
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Dear Toddler,

I get it. You’re two, You’ve figured out that you are your own person with the ability to make choices. You know what you like, you know what you don’t like. Namely, you don’t like being told what to do. Frankly, I don’t like that either. I feel your pain.

But, here’s the thing. Mommy is tired. Very, very tired. And to put it bluntly, I’m fairly certain you are to blame for at least a portion of this exhaustion.

I’d like to think that I’m an accommodating mother. I dutifully get up in the wee hours of the morning to bring you a sippy cup full of milk at your first request. I change your pull-up and let you pick out your clothes. I even let you put them on by yourself, as you make it very clear that my help is unwanted. I let you pick out which asinine children’s show you want to watch, even though I’d rather watch “Bar Rescue” or “Hoarders.” I drop what I’m doing to read you books or play with blocks as soon as you ask. I try to ensure that your meals are both nutritious and suited to your discerning palette. I don’t even flinch when you insist on pouring your own bubbles into the bath and use up half a bottle in one sitting.

 

open letter to my toddler, you don't need so many bubbles, too many bubbles, parenting is hard

This would be an acceptable amount of bubbles. Not the bubblicious nightmare you create.

 

At night, I let you choose which one of your 12 toothbrushes you would like to use. I let you pick out your pajamas and then hold back a sigh as you shuck them a few minutes later, as you prefer to sleep in your pull-up. This, too, I understand, as I much prefer to sleep au naturale. Fine by me.

I give you all the cuddles you can handle as we prepare for sleep. We read your favorite books, sing your favorite songs. I answer your thousand silly questions before finally turning out the lights. I endure hours of struggle as you fight sleep with every ounce of energy you can muster.

I do all this without asking for anything in return, because I love you more than life itself.

However, there are some things you could do that would make my life–and by extension yours–a lot easier.

 

open letter to my toddler, funny parenting, kids are a pain

 

1. If you could refrain from running to me with handfuls of poop, that would be amazing. In fact, if you could keep your pull-up on until I have secured a new one and a package of wipes, that would be even better. If you could let me know that you need to poop and allow me to take you to the potty, I would be forever grateful. You see, I’m all about options. Any of these would be preferable to trying to clean fecal matter off of you, the carpets, and anything else you may have seen fit to touch after picking up a handful.

2. I would very much like it if you could remember that food belongs either on your plate or in your mouth. I spend a lot of time preparing your food and, let’s get real here, feeding our family costs money. Money that we don’t have an unlimited supply of. If you don’t like something, leave it on your plate. I will throw it away after we have all filled our tummies. Additionally, there is the matter of clean-up. I know it’s hard for you to imagine, but Mommy doesn’t like touching cold noodles or any other bits of food.

3. Again, this one may shock you, but Mom and Dad have the final say on anything that happens in this house. I know you’re only 2, but you totally understand what phrases like “go get a towel” mean. In fact, I have witnesses who can attest that you’ve followed directions like this in the past. When we ask you to do something DO IT. Likewise, if we tell you not to do something STOP DOING THAT THING. We don’t like to be the bad guys. We don’t like to yell, we don’t like to give time-outs, and we certainly don’t like it when we have to resort to swatting your little bottom. Help us out here.

4. Please keep in mind that hand-holding in public is not an option. You hold hands or you get carried/put in the cart. For the love of all that is holy, stop fighting this.

 

open letter to my toddler, funny parenting story, why won't my kid hold my hand

See, this child understands the importance of hand-holding.

5. Again with the rules. If we say no more TV or anything of that sort, please find something else to do without a tantrum. We’ll even help you find another activity. Think back for a minute: has yelling “No!”, hitting, or any other tantrum-like activity ever changed our minds? It’s unlikely to ever work. I believe the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. You don’t want to be crazy now, do you?

6. If you have to stand on a chair, laundry basket, ride on toy, etc to reach something, that’s probably a good indicator that it is something you shouldn’t have. Nine times out of ten, if you put it out of reach it’s because it has the potential to hurt you. Please trust that we are only denying you those shiny scissors because we love you.

7. “I want grandma” never solved anything. Please, stop saying it, as it makes me feel inadequate. It’s not that I don’t get it. I’m 28 years old and even though my grandmother has passed, I still feel like she’s the answer to everything. Grandma’s have a special way of taking care of any problem. They just know things that the rest of us don’t. However, I can tell you from experience that as a child, if you tell your mom “I’ll just ask grandma” and your mother actually has you call your grandma, they will side with your mom. They may do it in a nice way that makes you think that it was your decision to follow the rules, but they will do it nonetheless.

8. I know the phone is fascinating. It allows you to talk to people who aren’t in the same room as you like some kind of magic pocket-box. However, trying to grab it from my hands when I’m on the phone to the gas company or yelling in my ear as I am talking to the doctor is not going to help you figure it out. Nor is it particularly helpful. If you see the phone pressed against my ear, please, find something to do in your room.

 

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See, this magical device? Does it fill you with wonder? Back off. It’s just for Mom.

 

9. Speaking of your room…it’s a disaster. Now, I don’t expect you to clean it up all on your own at this point, but I do expect you to leave your clothes in the drawers unless we are getting dressed and to refrain from pulling your bookshelves down. I’m not sure if we’ve explained this to you thoroughly, but it is entirely possible to take one toy out of the toy box without dumping the entire thing on the floor. Sounds crazy, but it’s true. Try it sometime. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised!

10. Give us more snuggles! I know you’re busy. You’ve got cabinets to empty, make-up to smush into carpets, and crayons to snap in half. You have a good chunk of time blocked off for climbing furniture and jumping on beds. If you don’t run laps through the house while shrieking hysterically for at least a few minutes a day, you may lose your mind. This is totally understandable, we’ve all got important work to do in our day-to-day lives. It would be nice, though, if you could pencil me and daddy in for some hugs and kisses throughout the day. Both of us love you so much that it defies all logic, it would be super-awesome if you could spare some time for us to bask in that love.

If you take the time to consider these proposals, I think you will find them to be extremely fair. Wouldn’t it be nice to enjoy more time together when Mommy isn’t pulling her hair out and acting like an all-around maniac? Can you imagine?

Please, take some time to think this over. As always, I am open to some negotiation. After all, I do want your childhood to be as pleasant as possible. Following these guidelines should help facilitate that.

Love always,

Mom

 

Can You Really Have It All?

As you all know by now, every now and then I get the urge to sort through posts from my first blog. Usually, I’m looking for something I can update or expand upon when I’ve run out of ideas, but sometimes I run across a post that I love as is.  What’s amazing to me is how often the posts I find reflect something I’m currently going through. It seems that sometimes I just need to take a look at the past to get a clear sense of my present.
Lately, I’ve been questioning the notion of “having it all”. Sometimes it seems like an impossible order to fill when we all have so many hats we must wear on a daily basis. Life can easily become overwhelming when you try to take on everything, and it’s easy to wonder why we are working so hard.
As I read over the following post, I was reminded that “having it all” is relative. It is absolutely possible, so long as you have a clear and realistic vision of what “it all” means. The key is to watch your thoughts and know that it will all work out…which is something that is much easier said than done.
Below you will find a little story about how easy it can be, exactly as it appeared on “Life, Motherhood, and the Pursuit of Happiness” on November 18, 2015.
***This post contains an affiliate link. Although I do make a small profit on anything purchased through this link (at no cost to you), I was not compensated for the product described and all thoughts are purely my own.***

 

A fulfilling career. Financial stability. A happy homelife. Great health. Strong bonds with family and friends. Time for hobbies. Personal growth. All these things and more are sure to find themselves on your personal wish list. However, finding the time to devote to all of these things can be excruciatingly overwhelming and prompt you to wonder whether or not “having it all” is even remotely possible.

In fact, that’s a question I have agonized over many times myself. Over the span of my adult life, I have read more books on the subject than I can count. Everyone is striving to achieve some sort of balance and most of us feel as though we are failing in one area or another.

 

Lately, things have been pretty wonderfully for me, and I attribute it to two things:
  1. Changing my outlook from a lens of lack to a lens of abundance and gratefulness, and
  2. Changing my idea of what “it all” really means.
I’m not going to say it has been a perfectly smooth ride and that I don’t find myself slipping back into old habits and ways of thinking. I am only human. However, I have found that the process has been amazing and that I am finding myself ever closer to the life I want.
It’s amazing how much we take for granted in our lives and how much energy we spend wishing we had this or that. We put an extraordinary value on things that we believe will bring us happiness, instead of finding reasons to be happy right now, and never really question why. It’s a hard habit to break.

 

The thing is, when we focus on what we don’t have and ignore the things we do,  we’re inviting that situation to continue. We shut ourselves off from seeing new opportunities for happiness and growth that may be right in front of us. You get what you put out, if all you see is lack, lack is what you’ll get. Keep your thoughts on all the good things you do have, and you attract more good things.

 

The tricky part is knowing where to put your focus. You must do some serious soul-searching and figure out what it is that you really want. What is it that would truly make you happy? What kind of life do you want to live? A successful career doesn’t have to mean putting in 60 hours–although it may for some. A happy family life doesn’t have to mean sacrificing a career or hobbies. The key to finding balance is defining your parameters and trimming away anything that doesn’t serve you. Once you know what you want, you have to go after it with passion, an open mind, and an open heart. Do what you can do in the real world and believe that you can achieve that thing (whatever it may be). Look for new opportunities and creative solutions and then express gratitude when things fall in place.
Now, I’m far from a self-help guru, but these are the things that I have found to be true. I’m sure a lot of you have heard a similar message at some point in your life. Maybe you’ve even tried to apply these principles at one point or another, or maybe you’ve dismissed them as “new age nonsense”. However, in my experience, it works if you stay the course.
Back in August, I read a book called “Anything Can Be” by Jessica Dimas, which is all about applying the Law of Attraction (think “The Secret”). I love the way she approached this topic. I’ve read a lot of similar books, but she writes in easy to understand plain English and really breaks it down. I also love her personal accounts of how these principles have worked their magic in her life. You can purchase it via the image below, and I also recommend you check out her blog, Pig and Dac.
As far as how it has worked for me personally, I can only say that it has made a huge difference in my quality of life thus far. When I started putting it into action, I made a list of the things I wanted immediately that would change my life for the better. I wanted more money coming into our home, more time to spend with my family, the means to make our home more visually appealing, and to start making some sort of profit off of this blog.
Within weeks, things started changing. I got approached to do a review for Mighty Mug and received a free cup from them. I landed a job by chance, even though I hadn’t really been looking. The hours are perfect and allow me to still spend time on this blog. They changed Almost-Husband’s hours at work, moving him to days instead of nights, so we are now able to spend more time together. Our bills are paid up for once and we’ve been able to start working on some home-improvement projects. Things really started coming together, and I foresee many new positive changes in our future.
I could write so much more about how this has worked for me, but it could easily turn into a book all it’s own. Instead, I will continue to keep you updated on the amazing things happening here as they come and wish you all happiness and success as you continue your own journeys. Happiness is possible. But first we must look inside.

 

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