In the spirit of my Happiness Project's month of friendship, I thought I'd share a letter I wrote to my best friend Megan for her to read on her wedding--which is, incidentally, today. (Pictures & blog posts to follow!) Megan, You are the kindest, most thoughtful, most generous friend I have ever had. I know … Continue reading Letter to the Bride
For context: Intro to My Happiness Project | Month One: Energy & Status Report | Month Two: Health & Hygiene & Status Report | Month Three: Diet & Status Report | Month Four: Money & Status Report | Month Five: Home & Status Report | Month Six: Marriage & Status Report | Month Seven: Stress Management & Status Report | Month Eight: Attitude & Status Report | Month Nine: Motherhood Last month’s resolution … Continue reading Month Nine (Status Report)
It doesn’t feel like “butterflies” or gas bubbles. It’s about as easy to explain as the irrational idea all children have that a blanket will protect you. It feels like you would imagine it to feel: quick and abrupt. Like when you see a fish break the water ever so briefly, then go back under, … Continue reading Hello There, Little Stranger
So ever since that fateful New Year’s Eve when I peed on a stick and that sneaky second line appeared and I cried like my life was over, I’ve been wracked with worry. Not that I wasn’t a little bit happy about it. Megan immediately tried to reassure me that Scott would stand by me … Continue reading Ready or Not
It means intuitively knowing that she loves me, even though she can only say a garbled "biwoovew" when I prompt her. It means deciphering her slurred mispronunciations which requires a lot of context clues. It means knowing the difference between defiance tantrums and cries for help. It means lying awake deciding whether or not to … Continue reading What Being a Mother Means to Me
Journal Entry Series: How too much downtime has me crashing. I recently went to my very first counseling sessions. Somehow, I'd always thought that other people needed counseling more and so I shouldn't "clog" things up by making an appointment for my mundane problems/worries/etc. What finally sent me to the counselor's office wasn't even some … Continue reading Why I Decided to Go to Counseling
I’m positively bursting with information. I’m full to the brim with it. I feel like spilling over. I turn towards a stranger. I open my mouth, then close it. This is classified information. Or rather, information only I care about. The girl next to me doesn’t care. The boy doesn’t give a damn. People couldn’t … Continue reading Not So Classified
"Why can't you just take the two seconds to put the toilet seat down?" "Why do you care?" "I put it down every time. It's a sign of respect for me and my sanity." Later: A Post-It note on the--vertical--lid, reading, "I respect you, but I'm lazy."