Okay America, it’s time to dust off our hands, put our boots on, and get to work. It’s time to stop complaining about the election. Yes, it happened. It doesn’t matter who you voted for. The situation is what it is. It’s not that I don’t see the same things that you do. I am a woman. I’ve heard the disgusting things that have come out of Trump’s mouth. Yet, by focusing on this and choosing to use hateful remarks to discuss him is simply spreading the disease.
The day after the election, I had the privilege of attending Summit at Sea, a 3 day seminar on a ship. Think Ted Talks, with a lot of interesting people who often greet each other with hugs. The mood post election was palpable. There were many people so shaken that they were in tears. Luckily though, the speakers at the convention brought forth a story of hope, change, and inspiration. Over and over again, I heard that change doesn’t come from our government leaders, it comes from our communities. This information was so impactful to me. I’ve been guilty of passing the responsibility to the select few who are in charge. This has not only caused me frustration, but it has enslaved me to our government. Since I’ve been back I have felt empowered to build a community that fosters respect, openness, and hopefully change.
It’s time. It’s time to meet your neighbors. It’s time to develop authentic connections. It’s time to find like minded people to stand up for whatever it is you believe in. It’s time to stand together and unite with love in our hearts and respect for one another. It’s time to be a part of the solution rather than the problem.
If you are reading this, thank you. I know it’s been months since I’ve written. I’ve meant to write. I’ve sat down and tried. I fell flat. It’s not that I haven’t had anything to say. The past four months have been challenging, exhausting, exhilarating, scary, and insightful. Our year started with water damage through two stories into our kitchen. Less than a month later my husband got fired from the company he started over ten years ago, by his two partners. We had months of sick children. I was convinced that our house was making them sick. We’ve had months of our home being in disarray…plastic separating the first and second floors with zippers to get through them. Construction workers have been in and out, in and out. Meanwhile, we have been doing some soul searching and asking ourselves some real questions. We’ve had the luxury, and sometimes the curse, of deciding our future. We’ve wrestled with whether or not to move, and then whether we go to L.A. or San Diego. We’ve traveled to Miami (twice), L.A., San Diego (twice), Ohio. Chris totaled his car and thankfully walked away unscratched. He went to Peru for two weeks on an amazing, life-changing journey. Meanwhile, I over-flowed the bathtub and caused even more water damage to our house. I started journaling again; a practice I’ve done since I was a kid, and have abandoned in the last few years. This year has been a whirlwind and we are still in the midst of it. Yet, through it all, I’ve so grateful. We are moving in June to Encinitas. Our boys are heathy. My marriage is growing. I’ve gotten to know myself a little better. I’ve learned to lesson my grip on things just a little bit. I’m reminding myself that being imperfect is my right as a human being. I’m learning to speak my mind instead of biting my tongue. I’ve been reminded of what is truly important and that stuff is just that. I’ve met and connected with old friends and new. I’ve forgiven. His partners. Myself. Chris. Family. I’ve meditated. I’ve reminded myself again and again that we are all doing the best we can. I’ve decided to make myself a priority. After almost five years of being a mother and wife first, I feel something being stirred inside. I feel a growing purpose to use God’s gifts to do other things in this life. Our boys are almost two and four. They are wonderful and exhausting. My love for them has only grown but my view of them has shifted. I don’t want them to be my whole world and vice versa. I’ve always thought that it’s so interesting to raise children to spread their wings and fly. Instead of holding on with all of my might now, I’m working on allowing them to spread their wings so that they don’t leave me with a giant hole in the future. I’m learning what unconditional love really means. I’m learning that in this life, we are all on our own journey. I have been so blessed to have such amazing people to hold my hand along the way, but in the end, it is only me who will ever walk in my shoes.
I’m still in school. Our home is still currently under construction. We are moving in 6 weeks. My family still comes first but with all that being said, I think that my blog may need to undergo some changes. My life isn’t only about dumb bells and rattles anymore. Sure, it’s about being a mom to two silly boys, but it’s also about increasing my awareness, connecting with others, new adventures, and healthy living. In the months to come, I hope that my blog will be able to showcase all of this.
Thank you again for reading. This blog feeds my soul and I hope in some small way also touches yours.
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