BE | Moving Forward

A lot of things have transpired in the weeks since my last post.

I gave birth to our son! It was a wondrous experience and he’s brought an enormous amount of joy to our family.

The Cubs won the World Series (!!!), 108 years after our last championship. What a tremendously exciting series to watch, and the buzz and energy following was a great diversion from the day-to-day.

And this past week, as you may have heard, Hillary Clinton won the popular vote for the Presidential nomination but lost in electoral votes, giving Donald Trump the title of President-elect. (This isn’t an anti-Trump rant, so please try to make it to the end if you can.)

I want to write posts about all three of these things, but since my emotions today are closely tied to the election results I will do that first. Other posts will come when I have a spare minute to write (which clearly I haven’t had in over a month).

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BE | Best Advice Ever

Five and a half years ago, I was in the throes of wedding planning. I am a planner and organizer at heart, plus a crafter and doer and an “I can do it all myself-er.” That makes for a bit of a stressful time when putting everything together for your big day.

In one of the hundreds of blogs I visited during those planning days, I came across a bit of advice I have not yet forgotten. It’s changed my perspective and the way I handle new situations. It’s short, simple, easy to remember, and something I keep in my back pocket as a mantra that I’ve used handfuls of times since I first read it.

“You are not the first person to ______.”

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BE | Saying Goodbye

My grandfather passed away March 11. It wasn’t unexpected, as he had been battling a stomach/bile duct cancer for almost two years, but it was still painful to have that realization wash over me. I always wondered how I would find out – would my grandmother call? My dad? My mom? But in this instance, I knew almost immediately. My aunts, my parents, and I were on a group text for weeks talking about his condition and the almost daily progress/decline. On March 10th he was moved into hospice and we were told to expect one to two weeks given his condition. The next day it was one to two days. And within one to two hours, he was gone.

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BE | On Resolutions

It’s 9pm on New Year’s Day, and I must say I had “resolved” once or twice in my own head (never committed in writing or verbally) that I would write a post today, and perhaps write them more frequently. And yes, it’s still today, but it’s late. And I’m multi-tasking. But a post about resolutions doesn’t have the same meaning if it comes out on the second, does it?

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BE | Grocery Store Gratefulness

Last week, after our trip to the library for a little same-age interaction, my daughter and I ran some errands. The last place we stopped was the grocery store.

I don’t typically go to this grocery store so I’m not familiar with the layout. I had to spend a little more time paying attention to where I was going and what I was looking for. Luckily, I wasn’t in my usual fast-paced rat-race through the aisles.

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BE | On the Paris Attacks

I received a text message today from an unknown number. It said:

Are T+C still in Paris? Have you heard from them? Are they safe?

The number must be someone I knew since they were asking about people I knew, however I couldn’t place it. I asked who it was and he told me – oh yes. A client whose number I hadn’t added to my contacts yet. But why was he so frantic about his broker? I replied:

Yes, they’re still there through Monday. I’ve heard from them almost daily. They’re doing well!

Then I changed the subject.

But he responded with:

Turn on news. Terrorists attacked locations in Paris. Dozens killed injured.

I don’t watch the news. I barely pay attention to it unless it’s something everyone is talking about on Facebook. Turns out I also hadn’t been on Facebook for a few hours. I usually don’t miss much. But this was clearly something important.

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BE | Chats with my grandmother

My grandma turned 90 last month, and you’d never know it. She’s as spritely as she was two decades ago, and she’s still working two days a week just for the heck of it. I call her every week or so to check in on her and my grandfather. In the last year since I’ve become a mom I have many questions to ask her as they raised six amazing children (one of whom is my father).

The last time I called her we talked about childbirth and baby stages. Here’s what I remember.

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