** Update: this was written in 2015. Re-reading this makes me realize how far I’ve come since then. I’ve finally adjusted to motherhood and my life feels ‘normal’ again. I talk with a therapist as often as I can (I find talk therapy helps me more than medication) and I’ve switched medications a few times. I’ve also been diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder. But I feel SO. MUCH. BETTER. **
I never wanted to be a Mother.
Welcome to the first post in my “The Minimal Closet” series: an introduction to the capsule wardrobe!
Do you find yourself feeling flustered, frumpy or otherwise less than fantastic when you get ready in the morning? Have you always wondered what a ‘capsule wardrobe’ is, but don’t know where to begin? Are you working your way through your household clutter and looking for a way to reduce decision fatigue? Or, are you trying to find your “style”?
If so, this post is for you. Today, I’ll be writing about the 35 most essential items in every woman’s closet.
Self-care. You hear a lot about it, but what is it, really?
Self-care is an all-encompassing term that describes measures we can take to improve our mental, emotional and physical health. Think of it as preventative medicine: it’s like a vitamin we take in the form of… anything that benefits our health. (Hah, just call me Webster’s Dictionary over here).
There’s been a common thread that strings most — if not all — of my recent conversations together. There’s not enough time. We’re all struggling to keep our heads above water, make meaningful connections, meet deadlines and impress superiors. We’re paralyzed with indecision and envy. We’re desperate for connection that — no matter how hard we try — doesn’t seem to come from the devices we hold in our hands.
Today, I flew out at the ungodly hour of 4 a.m. to meet up with some of my very best friends in the whole wide world. I haven’t been on a plane since E. was born.
Turns out, I’m not the best solo flyer. (Shocker, right?)
Here are the ten thoughts you have when flying with anxiety (aka, next time I’m bringing Ativan):
I am beyond excited to share that I’ve been nominated for the Blogger Recognition Award! As many of you are aware, I’ve really been trying to amp up my blogging presence over the past month or so (even though this blog has officially existed since 2015). This has translated into too many late nights, and a renewed addiction to social media and coffee (coupled with a smidgen of obsession over my visitor stats, too, but I digress…).
Hi, friends! 🙂 I’m all about the meal planning lately, especially as we head into fall. There’s something about autumn that makes me want to get my life together — even though I’m not going back to school this year (it’s so strange to think about that!). Enter the meal planner: ta-dah!
I recently posted about the bullet journal meal planning template that changed how we plan our meals. I know many of you don’t use a bullet journal, so I wanted to create a free template for you to download as a “thank you” for checking out my blog. I would purchase some removable sticky tabs so you can use it over and over, or even frame it and use a whiteboard marker each week. 🙂
Click ‘continue reading’ to download it!
Law school (and my undergraduate degree in English, to be honest) set us back a pace financially. Throw a baby into the mix before second year, and we were essentially living way beyond our means. When I went to law school, our family had to survive on one income – and it didn’t go as far as we’d like. We unfortunately dipped into Tyler’s line of credit far too often, and when I found out what the balance was, I swear my heart stopped temporarily: it was basically equal to a second student loan. And not the portion of my student loan attributable to law school – my entire 7 years of post-secondary education.
Lately, I’ve been an anxious mess. It may have something to do with starting my new job (which has been crazy stressful), or it could be the after effect of some very last minute and hectic renovations we’ve recently done on our home (which I’ll post more about, later). Either way, I’ve found myself feeling just as anxious around home these days as I do at the office.
I recently remembered the moment I began to experience one of my first instances of crippling anxiety. It was the very first day of law school in 2011. I walked into the building, where many (younger) students had already paired up with new friends. At 26, I technically fit the description of a “mature student”: I had been out of school for four years, and I felt decades older than most of them.