On Valentine’s Day 2015, my husband told me he was ready to begin trying for children. We had only been married for about three and a half months at that point, but we both knew we were ready. Still, the thought of actively trying to have a baby was surreal. Just a few years prior to us getting married, I was vocal about never wanting to have kids.But what my mom always said was true – when I found the right person, that would change. I was eager, excited, and hopeful that it would happen soon.
I got this gem of advice today from a Dove chocolate. I needed it.
Too often (way too often), I put things off, avoid doing things, or talk otherwise get in my own way because of doubt, fear, or simple procrastination. I will get boosts of motivation where I actually make lists of the things I want to do or accomplish to make sure I keep myself aware and accountable, but 2 hours later, I’m back to feeling apathetic.
It’s time for me to make a change – to not just tell myself, but to know that what I do and how I spend my time matters. The things I am passionate about have been on the back burner too long. My personality is wasting away and I am turning into a boring couch potato. The effort it takes to talk myself into accomplishing something is far less than the energy I spend feeling regretful for not taking action in the first place.
I am committing myself to being a better person for myself, my husband, and our little one. We all deserve it.
Valentine’s Day means many different things to many different people – a sweet day for romance, a sad reminder of being single, a day for protesting commercial America, or just another day on the calendar. For us, Valentine’s Day is the perfect symbol of the harmony between our love, understanding, appreciation, and support for each other. We enjoyed sleeping in before J had to get ready for work one of the busiest (and profitable) days of the year for the restaurant industry. At the beginning of his shift, he sent me a picture of their seating system – 160 tables waiting. It’s amazing to me that J excels under such pressure, but I’m happy being the at-home housewife of a restaurateur, thankyouverymuch.
Do you know someone who has Celiac? Ever been curious about the gluten free diet? I have become somewhat of a spokesperson for the disease and the importance of people knowing the seriousness of what someone with the disease goes through. Trust me, it’s more than a fad.
There are a few things in this world that annoy me. Okay, maybe more than a few. I’m a little OCD and tend to be overly compassionate and politically correct (which I don’t always think is a bad thing). Why can’t people just be aware of what they are doing and saying? It’s time to get these things out of my mind…
Not even 2 years ago, I was engaged to be married to someone I thought was right for me. There was my mistake. The decision was made by me and my (lack of) judgment. I have always found myself drawn to “broken” people – hurting, lost, damaged, in need of love or some sort of rescue that I selfishly thought I could provide. It made me feel needed and fulfilled a gave me a sense of dependence from the other person. Under those standards, I had found my Prince Charming. It wasn’t until 2 weeks before the wedding that God slapped me in the face, turned my attention back to Him, and told me I was about to go through with something that would ultimately make me unhappy and unfulfilled. I listened and called off the wedding. It was the best decision of my life.