In Praise of being lazy

So much of what we define as lazy is actually self care. We are so intent on being the best and the most amazing all the time, it gets exhausting. We are humans and need downtime, I am all for mandatory napping and time scheduled for reading and the occasional massage. I think boring is actually ideal, where time sitting on a front porch watching the sunset is actually but above rushing about, getting one more text or email sent out.

Countdown towards thankfulness

Hello November! Hello Fall, Hello Pumpkin Spice everything, Hello chunky sweaters and soup and all things warm and toasty. Does it just seem like in adulthood that time goes extra fast? I feel like Summer just ended and now we just finished Halloween and Dia De Los Muertos and now I just put a deposit on a turkey. Dear Lord Almighty, 2018 is coming to a close at the speed of light and I am just not ready! I want a little more time, don’t you?

Halloween Fun...while Sober

The party invitations are stacking up via Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram, email and texts, and unlike every other year where you sent back a RSVP of, “See you there in my Halloween Best!” this year, you are a largely undecided. This year is different; you are working on your sobriety and you know that each and every party will have a fully stocked bar.

The Kindness you don’t expect

On Monday, the first day of early voting, I decided to brave the lines and vote. It was a little wet and chilly, but I set off, I actually had a great time talking to people in line, things were going great until we were waiting for over an hour and I had to leave for school pickup. I was so annoyed, I wanted so badly to do my civic duty, the one we keep extolling you all to do, to vote your conscience and for the candidates that most align to your world view.

Imperfection is my kind of perfect

Every evening around 5 p.m. I start cringing, it is time to start dinner, I don’t actually find the task of cooking to be that horrible, I don’t even mind the shopping, but when your kids are critics of the worst kind, the desire to cook delicious and nutritious meals for them is not exactly the highlight of my day. Growing up, I can’t actually say I remember many of the meals we ate at home, we did eat at home many nights of the week, but whatever was made, you ate, because that was what was expected.


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