"How's the campaign going?"
It's the question I get most often. It's also the question I'm never quite sure how to answer.
Good? ... Great! ... Your guess is as good as mine. ... We'll see May 17th!
The truth - I suppose - all depends on what you're measuring.
This weekend we hosted a Winter ONE-derland party in honor of Felix's first birthday. Considering this child was born during a snow, it seemed like an appropriate theme. Well, the weather had other plans and it was 70 and sunny! I could have hosted the dang party outside!
For my 30th birthday, I created a list of 30 things I wanted to do. One was to write a historical fiction short story. This is the story and as Ruby keeps calling to me here lately. I thought I'd share it here.
One of Nicholas's New Year's resolutions was to try freezer meals. He'd prepped meals for the week on and off through 2015 and wanted to see how it would work to prepare an entire month's worth. Then, we could just pull a meal from the deep freeze, throw it in the crockpot, and on a busy day dinner would be waiting for us.
Y'all. I've fallen down a personality test rabbit hole.
I'm currently working my way through Tsh Oxenreider's Upstream Field Guide. It's an eight-week self-paced course to help you better understand yourself, unearth more of your purpose, then use your wisdom to make a plan so that your life makes more sense.
I'm REALLY enjoying it. (Side note: The course is currently 50% off as part of this super awesome Ultimate Bundle.)
I wrote this post in 2011 for Salt & Nectar and it is still so, so true. The only things that have changed are my floors (now clean thanks to the Roomba!) and our food scene, which is super-exciting!
So, here’s the thing. I’ve got stress. Law school loans out the ying yang and other financial concerns. Career conundrums paired with zero free time to address aforementioned conundrums. Baby weight, potty training, sleep deprivation, a kitchen floor that is filthy ALL the time. I’ve got stress.
My second Stitch Fix is here! I absolutely loved everything in the box. My stylist was on point ... Maybe a little too on point actually.
I'll explain.
Since I’m at the peak of my reproductive years, I always have about nine friends who are pregnant at any given time. No matter where I am, one of them is there. With her swollen belly, she insists she is the biggest pregnant woman to walk the earth. I smile. I promise her I was bigger…MUCH bigger. She smiles—sure I’m just trying to make her feel better.
Then, I pull up this picture on my phone.
