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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DO | Something Better

A few days ago I was on Facebook (pre-Orlando, which is another post coming, but since I was waiting on this and now it’s basically completely out of the news I feel like I should just post it already) and I came across a suggested news article from Buzzfeed entitled “Here Is The Powerful Letter The Stanford Victim Read Aloud To Her Attacker.” Little did I know the rabbit hole this would lead me down.

It was a weekend day. I had just put my daughter down for a nap. My husband was working in the yard. I took a few minutes of quiet to sit down at the computer and peruse Facebook. Then I came across that letter.

If you haven’t read it, please do. If you have read it, you probably understand how I feel. It’s gut-wrenching. It hit too close to home. It made me think about so many emotional things in the few minutes it took to read it.

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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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BABY | Depression and Weaning

It was July 4th. A big holiday weekend. And I was in my kitchen in tears. My husband was out of town, and I had searched for anything to do that was similar to what I had experienced growing up – a morning parade where they throw candy, have games, costumes, and the like. Or a fair close by. It seemed like this area in which I now live didn’t have those things – at least not within my (admittedly) somewhat narrow parameters.

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BE | Adulting: My hair.

I’m a woman of a certain age. And I am not ashamed to say that I have a lot of grey hair.

By “a lot” I mean it’s beyond the point of being able to call them natural highlights. They’re long, wavy and unruly. They stand out in photos. Plus, my post-baby hair has been growing back in for a few months and it’s 50% grey. They’re no longer able to be hidden by moving my part. Or pulling my hair back. Nope. They’re getting out there, front and center, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

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BE | Lessons Learned from Fitting Bras

A little over five years ago, I moved in with my then-boyfriend (now-husband) to a suburb of DC. At first, I was working from home with my job from Chicago. But I needed a job in my area, so I applied and took a job at a specialty bra store. I was hired as some sort of made-up position to help clean-up their processes, and during that time I also worked as a bra-fitter.

This job was short-lived, as on the Friday of my first week, I accepted a different job and gave my two weeks the following Monday. I only worked at this job for 3 weeks, but during that time, I learned quite a bit about women and how they view their bodies.

I wrote a blog post about it at the time, and I was thinking about it again this week. I thought I’d share it here. Enjoy.

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