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July 19

Today I'm reminded of fighting. Fighting for someone that should love me, to do just that. Fighting for respect. Fighting for a relationship that I felt I needed no matter how toxic it was for me. Fighting an uphill battle with someone figuratively and literally pushing me down. Fighting fear. Fighting abandonment. Fighting knowing things are not right but not wanting to voice my concerns for other's judgment. Fighting blocked memories that come to the surface when you're least expecting it.  Today, like many years before it, I remember. But unlike many years before it, I'm not filled with questions. My worth is not within your hands. I am loved. I am more than enough. Everything that happened was never my fault and knowing that is freeing.  At one point I had to picture my past self, go to her, hug her and tell her she was safe. I had to be the person I needed back then just to let go of it mentally. There is always more work, more reading, more healing to be done, but...

It Takes a Village

 We heard the saying growing up, and then again when we had our own children, "It takes a village." This  African proverb means an entire community of people must interact with those children for them to grow in a safe and healthy environment. The community you surround your children with from a young age will impact them for many years. What I was not told however, was the saying can work in trauma as well. "It takes a village" to help push you, encourage you, get you from drowning to having a life ring thrown at you full force that it wraps around you and refuses to let you even consider sinking. This is the village you need. The village that won't let you sink no matter how hard the current is pushing against you and how much you say you are too exhausted to keep treading these waters. Your village does not have to be exclusively family and friends, it can be healthcare workers, counselors, whoever is there to help you in your time. If you do not have anyone,...

Summer Bucket List

 It started as a joke with a friend, "add that to the list of things I never got the opportunity to do." Quite honestly I had such a negative outlook on life back then you could tell by the tone I was taking with those words. Until the shift happened, the realization that I am in control of my attitude and how I handle things. The weight lifted, and my little "joke" became a checkmark 'Summer Bucket List.'  I was dedicated to make this happen, and what better way to hold yourself accountable than blast it on Instagram for the world, alright 231 followers, to see. The amount of encouragement I got from this story post was incredible, I really have surrounded myself with the best kinds of people! A variety of people, some close to me and some I have never hung out with before offering to come along with me to fulfill my Bucket List dreams.  The List started small. Escape Rooms Go Dancing Paddle Boarding Lime Scooter Pavilion Lights Downtown Zipline Micamoon Pa...

Risotto

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  Here's to Risotto. A dish that I have learned takes time, patience, and love. I've made the mistake all too often of starting this at 5:00pm only to hit 7:00pm, with cranky children not willing to even glance at the food. I have made this dish or others like it for those I love. It is beyond worth it to me. However, there is one person I have refused to make it for. A person that up until this last year I did not feel deserved the same amount of love that I gave everyone else. A person that could easily live off breadcrumbs, leftover mac and cheese from the children, or meals that were had standing at a counter. Myself. Don't get me wrong, I have always been the person to make meals for my family, and I too would take part. But when life changes and you find yourself with a quiet home at meal times, it seems more of a hassle to prepare, cook and clean a really nice meal just for yourself.  This year has taught me that I do deserve to shower myself with that same love I fr...

"One of Those Days" a Painting with Bob Ross

As a mom, specially of multiples, I feel we have all been there. I'm not talking about one of those bad days, just one of those days. I'm going full on Bob Ross here, and paint you a picture of my morning. Set up that easel and put up your best blank canvas. Now take a fine tip brush, and break that in half. Open at least two full paint bottles, why not make it six, and just throw them at your canvas. Now you have it, a beautiful mommy moment. Last night started with being projectile thrown up one twice, which sadly my first thought was I was so happy I just took off my good bra, wouldn't want to have to wash that twice in the same week and not have it available to wear tomorrow. Then I cleaned up just enough to spend the next 30 minutes rocking my poor Austin, now 6 months, to sleep. I honestly have no idea how he fell to sleep with the smell of acidic milk all over mommy, but I got him to bed and showered, barely making it out before he woke up again. But hey, that ...