A Problem With Using The Internet As Your Journal

At some point of a journal-keepers life, she wants to write down the ugly stuff. The people who made her mad. The disheartening feelings she has about herself. The fears she has about friendships and family. The list of presents she wants to get for her husband’s 40th birthday.

Alas, if this journal-keeper is writing on the world wide web, she will find a point in time when there is absolutely nothing she can put out there because SOMEONE might see. It might be said hubby, annoying people, family, friends, or self. It might be strangers that might someday become supervisors, neighbors, or her daughter’s mother-in-law.

Our journal-keeper has just enough etiquette to know that while she might share way more details than appropriate, there is a line out there somewhere and today she can decide to shut up or to cross it. So on May 5, 2015, I decide to hang out on this side of the fence and keep y’all wondering about what’s going down in my life.

Instead of telling you about all my thoughts, feelings, goals and endeavors, here is a video of a corgi shaking his thang. Noah is on the downward spiral and I’m afraid I won’t see this from my little guy anymore. Wah wah.

Hopefully I’ll have more I’m willing to talk about in a few weeks. Once those floodgates open, watch out world!

Respect the Journey

Over the last 10 days, I’ve had an opportunity to sit down with women of all walks of life. Ok, not all walks of life. More like they are in as far different realities as possible, given that we all started in the same relatively privileged, white girl world. There’s the stay at home mom with a growing herd. The pink-haired beauty who hates the day job, but pours her free time and free cash into a side gig that keeps her from jumping off a ledge. The Midwestern girl trying to balance it all and the upshot who at 33 is living the life she would have written for herself.

All of these ladies listened to me blather on about myself-what’s working, what’s not. What parts of my life I love and those I wish to leave behind. You know, the same stupid stuff that occupies too much of my brain space on an almost constant repeat. These ladies are polite enough that they never made me feel bothersome, but I know they all have their own $hit, voiced or not, that maybe I could help with had I not been so concerned about myself.

Which brings me to another traveling epiphany.

Respect the Journey

Have you seen this video from Joanna Gaines from the show Fixer Upper? If not, take a couple of minutes and watch it now.

I watched this video a couple weeks ago, but it’s stuck with me. After a week of “gosh, I wish I could wave a magic wand and fix this last little hiccup keeping me from perfect”, a walk around the White House with M made me realize, I need to respect the journey just like Joanna suggests.

Looking back at each step I’ve made in life, I have learned something from every experience. I have grown in some fashion. Perhaps life is only 80% perfect right now and might stay there for a bit, but who knows, it could get better, it could get worse. 80% is a whole lotta good, which, even though this blog may not reflect so, I do take a lot of time to celebrate.

If I remember this phrase, maybe it will keep me from doing something rash and just let the process follow me.

What do you think? How do you find patience to know something different (better?) is potentially just around the corner? Where are you in your journey?

A PSA To All My Ladyfriends

Ladies, think twice about what you flippantly post on Facebook with a casual tag of your husband.

If you aren’t careful this:

“Hey Randy, did you see this? I want this for my birthday!”

Man with Corgi Shirt

Might turn into this:

A Lady and Her Corgi

Yes, that is Noah on my shirt. This might be the ugliest picture I’ve allowed of me on the internet, but it is the best present I got for this and the last several birthdays. Life is not complete until you’ve owned a corgi T-shirt. Many thanks to Randy for creating it for me.

P.S. Noah got a “I’m disabled” pass for me trying to put him in a shirt. Though he did love the couch snuggles. It’s been a few years (ahem, since Randy’s been around, ahem) since he’s been allowed on the furniture. We stayed there for awhile!