It took ugly crying to my Director of Sales over the phone this week to realize that I. am. burned. out. I’ve reached the end of my rope emotionally, mentally, physically, and spiritually. The thing of it is though, I believe the situation I find myself in now is of my own making. Of course… Continue reading Career Questing
Live simply so that others can simply live. -Ghandi My love of thrifting is more than my desire to look good. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good fashion blog and I mean, come on, I live in LA where everyday life is a fashion show. Here thrift store shopping is relatively easy… Continue reading Simply
I’ve gotten pretty good at decluttering. Soon after my divorce in mid-2012 I moved into a one room studio apartment that required me to adopt a minimalist mentality. Two years later I remarried and moved into my husband’s mom’s house which required even more material leanness on my part. It’s not glamorous even if we… Continue reading “less house more home”
My love of being “out of doors in the city” came about during a time when I felt like I needed a clearer life perspective and an open space to breathe. I love my my husband, my two stepsons, and my baby girl. I enjoy going to work and what I do but life… Continue reading out of doors in the city
I have a good, good husband.When I am up late with the baby he makes me breakfast the next morning. He washes dishes and makes breakfast for his family on Saturday mornings so that I can play games of make believe with our kids. My husband doesn’t buy me diamond rings and he doesn’t plan surprise romantic getaways but his everyday acts of service are priceless. We do life together. Real life.The setbacks, the heart hurts, the surprise bills, the joys, victories, and dreams realized. He is real and our marriage is real. My husband is consistently good, faithful, and true. He works hard for his family and counts each sacrifice a joy if it means his family is well provided for. My husband has dreams, goals, and vision for the future. I am proud to be his wife. I am proud to walk along beside him as his helpmate, confidant, lover, and friend. I have a good, good husband whose heart is loyal to the one he loves. He keeps Christ at the center of both our hearts and this makes all the difference. My husband is my is true love and my happily ever after.
I successfully stayed off social media for one week. Well, okay, except for maybe one teeny tiny Instagram post late last night. Life is too precious to always be picture perfect. I catch myself running around the house cleaning instead of cuddling on the couch with Alma or racing paper airplanes with my seven year old stepson, Elijah. This weekend each time I caught myself trying to make everything in my home “picture perfect”, I instead stopped and looked around for a moment to enjoy. Learning how to rest, is my challenge right now. I am learning how to rest in the promise that, at the end of the day, it’s not all up to me. God is my provider, He is a good Father who delights in His children, and He gives rest to those He loves. It’s not all up to me and God never intended my life to be picture perfect. In fact, I think He often times delights in the “messy moments” most. I know I sometimes do. My weekend was filled with cozy hearths, dirty laundry, paper airplane races, and avocado apple juice stains. And I am learning to love every, single, moment. Especially the messy ones.
1-2 If God doesn’t build the house,
the builders only build shacks.
If God doesn’t guard the city,
the night watchman might as well nap.
It’s useless to rise early and go to bed late,
and work your worried fingers to the bone.
Don’t you know he enjoys
giving rest to those he loves?
Psalm 127:1- 2, The Message version
My husband, daughter, and I had a rare weekend all to ourselves. I love our big Mexican family and I usually look forward to the surprise family adventures in store each weekend. But sometimes it’s also nice to reconnect as a separate, more intimate, family unit. This weekend we did nothing very exciting. In other words, nothing… Continue reading Contentment