January has come, and goodness gracious, almost gone! 2016, I've decided, is going to be a fabulous year. I joke with my husband (you know the sexy Chinese medicine practitioner) that this year isn't going to be the year of the Monkey it's the year of the Goodier.
Due to this undoubtedly awesome year ahead I have been doing a lot of self reflection, meditation, and soul work. I have come to this conclusion.... I am not perfect, nor will I ever be...
What, what, what?!? Now, this may come as a surprise, since you know, I'm pretty darn amazing...but yep, I'm not perfect- and the kicker is that it is okay!
My Pintrest boards are laden with ways to make a perfectly clean house, perfect meals, and exercises to have the body of your dreams. Why? Why am I, and the rest of social media, so obsessed with finding perfection? This year I vow to find true happiness in the form of accepting and LOVING my perfectly imperfect life. House, body, soul...I am what I am, and that is enough! More than enough. My goal this year is to stop trying to be perfect, and just enjoy life as it comes, because if I try to be something unobtainable I will just be setting myself up for failure. And this year is too awesome for failure, it just is!
My house will never be magazine worthy (unless it's the poster child for the new reality series about what life is REALLY like with three adorable tornadoes and a dog affectionately called MooMoo by the two year old, while both parents work and run a household...) I will never have perfectly organized meal plans. I wont have a perfect body.
Why, because perfection is a myth...that's why.
We are all "perfect" with our imperfections. I have begun to feel that deep down, and this year I'm going to listen. Not so much of a soul search so to speak but more like taking time to slow down enough to listen to what my soul has been trying to tell me all along...
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Why I'm keeping the faith, when I want to throw in the towel...
Thanksgiving kicks off my favorite time of the year! Meeting with friends and family to celebrate all the joys and blessings in our life, followed by an entire month of sharing happiness, kindness, and compassion...what's not too love?!?
Well, this year my favorite time of year has been taken away from me. And instead of whisking away the last of my postpartum depression it has worsened it. Why you may ask? Why instead of feeling joy and happiness do I look at the lights, at the tree decorated by my children with joy and feel sadness and a little despair? Well it struck me today why...
Because this year my favorite time of year is also accompanied by many violent attacks towards humankind- and although terrible I am not talking about Paris, or San Bernardino...I'm talking about the rest of it. The constant news reel bashing a religion for "raising terrorists" the news feeds on Facebook where someone will post about keeping Christ in Christmas and then say Keep those Damn refugees out of my country! My favorite time of year is my favorite because of all the love and joy spread to family, friends, neighbors, strangers....but this year love is being shadowed by fear and hate.
Well, my friends I'm standing up! I may not be tall, but I am loud and I am proud and I am taking my year back! Hate will not have a place in my house- it is NOT welcome here. That means in flesh, in technology, in thought...none shall enter. I intend to "Be the Change I wish to see in the World". I intend to raise my children with the belief that the human race is just that- ONE RACE regardless of faith, color, language, or God Damn Country they were born in. I intend to show my children that love can and WILL conquer all hate, ignorance, and bigotry. I intend to spark my light anew, let it shine, and share the love of my favorite time of year ALL YEAR LONG.
Depression will no longer have a hold on me, fear will not engulf me, because I will know in my heart and soul that I love, that my children love, and hopefully that love can spread to the entire world and unite us all as one...
So this holiday season I'm bringing back my faith- my faith in humanity, when I want to throw in the towel, because my children deserve a better world filled with love and acceptance and I intend to model that for them.
I'm not giving up because I'm sick of fear-driven, bigoted rhetoric ruining my happiness.
Well, this year my favorite time of year has been taken away from me. And instead of whisking away the last of my postpartum depression it has worsened it. Why you may ask? Why instead of feeling joy and happiness do I look at the lights, at the tree decorated by my children with joy and feel sadness and a little despair? Well it struck me today why...
Because this year my favorite time of year is also accompanied by many violent attacks towards humankind- and although terrible I am not talking about Paris, or San Bernardino...I'm talking about the rest of it. The constant news reel bashing a religion for "raising terrorists" the news feeds on Facebook where someone will post about keeping Christ in Christmas and then say Keep those Damn refugees out of my country! My favorite time of year is my favorite because of all the love and joy spread to family, friends, neighbors, strangers....but this year love is being shadowed by fear and hate.
Well, my friends I'm standing up! I may not be tall, but I am loud and I am proud and I am taking my year back! Hate will not have a place in my house- it is NOT welcome here. That means in flesh, in technology, in thought...none shall enter. I intend to "Be the Change I wish to see in the World". I intend to raise my children with the belief that the human race is just that- ONE RACE regardless of faith, color, language, or God Damn Country they were born in. I intend to show my children that love can and WILL conquer all hate, ignorance, and bigotry. I intend to spark my light anew, let it shine, and share the love of my favorite time of year ALL YEAR LONG.
Depression will no longer have a hold on me, fear will not engulf me, because I will know in my heart and soul that I love, that my children love, and hopefully that love can spread to the entire world and unite us all as one...
So this holiday season I'm bringing back my faith- my faith in humanity, when I want to throw in the towel, because my children deserve a better world filled with love and acceptance and I intend to model that for them.
I'm not giving up because I'm sick of fear-driven, bigoted rhetoric ruining my happiness.
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