Maybe, just maybe

Maybe they had it right in the 60’s.

Love, Peace, good music, sex, community, bare feet, no bras and good weed.

Sounds better then this superficial, consumer driven chaos that has become our norm.

—Brooke Hampton—

Self care as shown to me

I found this recently on social media and I fell in love. So I choose to share it with anyone open to reading it.

Oh how fast it goes…

Why is it that it is so easy to lose yourself if the parenting experiment portion of our lives?

When you are growing up you work so hard at making a personality that you like and can be seen in public without fear of constant embarrassment or trouble from the powers that be.

And then you meet “The One” and you feel butterflies and happy feelings all over the place. The well thought thru and meticulously planned wedding happens, and you search and search to find the perfect house for your  make believe future family. You attempt to make it look like you are adult enough to decorate your own house, all while secretly scouring the internet and magazine for ideas to steal and make your own.

Then you find yourself peeing on a stick and holding your breathe.

You dream of what type of parent you will be and what type of birth plan should be planned. You have nine months of these thoughts, hopes and intentions.

Within months you realize that those plans mostly hit the fan, starting from the birth plan and ending….. well never.

Parenting is not a planning kind of event. You have great thoughts, and ideas, and if you implement even half of them then you are doing amazing.

Sometimes I think that single parents have the ability to adapt to children faster because they don’t have to fight with another under slept grown adult about whether it is actually that important to stick to the plan.

Then suddenly you blink and they are overtaking everything. The bigger they get, the bigger the obstacles.

I am not saying not to do it, nor am I saying I regret it. I am just saying to stand back and slow down. Keep yourself sane. Some how, some way, find a place that you can just decompress.

Otherwise you lose yourself in this process and find yourself looking back and wishing that you had taken the time to appreciate it a little more. Maybe you could have taken the time to cherish it a little more.  Don’t get me wrong, you will do this anyway of course. However maybe you will have a little less regret if you can figure out how to slow it down, just a little bit.

 

Giving credit where credit is due

When I loved myself  enough, I began leaving whatever wasn’t healthy.

This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits – anything that kept me small.

My judgement called it disloyal.

Now I see it as self-loving.

—KIM MCMILLEN—