Fluff

I’m totally new to the blogosphere.  I have followed a few friends who blogged, but I never went out and sought blogs.  I’m not entirely sure why I started one of my own, I just felt compelled and I did.  That’s how much of my life is run, I feel compelled and so I do.  Which is probably why I end up asking myself “did that just happen?” on a frequent basis!

Even though I had no goal in mind when I began, I have been surfing and reading other blogs, doing my due diligence, and exploring the topics that others are discussing.

Boy oh boy.  Nothing like breaking my goal of not comparing myself to others!! If I was comparing myself to other blogs, then I have been found lacking! I’m not particularly witty or smart.  I’m not telling a story of recovery.  I definitely am not the one making up wonderful dishes and photographing each phase of cooking.  I don’t have a journey to share of faith, hope or dealing with blended families or the evil ex (which apparently, when it comes to dealing with the evil ex, and sometimes step-kids, you need a lot of faith and hope.  And wine, apparently wine is fundamental!)

What I do have, though, is fluff.  You know that wonderful marshmallow fluff that comes in jars?  It makes peanut butter sandwiches taste so good, and it you can make those snap, crackle and pop treats so much easier when you use it.  I’m that stuff.

Here are some traits that Fluff and I share:

  • No nutritional value, we both exist just to make life sweeter
  • Fluff has less sugar than jam or jelly… and I’m not near as sweet as I appear, either
  • We both come in short, squat containers
  • 14 year old boys are fans of both of us.  Now, as they get older, that might change, but right now, it’s a fact I’m thankful for!
  • October is our month – Oct 8 is National Fluff Day, and October 31 is my favorite holiday!

So, if you are looking for an inspirational blog, this isn’t it.  This is a blog about every day happenings in an ordinary and every day life.  My life is small, but full, and I am happy to share it with you.  I will share all of my “did that just happen” moments, and hopefully, like Fluff, I will leave you with a smile on your face, and sometimes, even sticky fingers!

Okay, that didn’t sound right…

New Year New You

Is it wrong that I hate that phrase?  It’s a New Year and time for a New You!  Why must we confine change to once a year?  Why shouldn’t we work on ourselves all year long?  And, how many times have I said that I’m happy with who I am, only to use my next breath to tell you how I’m always looking to evolve and change as a person?

When we set a goal, it is something that we work towards; however, when we make a resolution, we just accept that we will break it.  Why do we put ourselves through this every year?

Seriously, it makes my head spin.

As one boyfriend once told me, I’m a walking contradiction.  A dear friend once told me about the same thing; however, along with it he told me that I didn’t share as much with my friends as they thought I did.  Since then I’ve shared tons with him.  I’ve shared stuff that I’m positive he wishes I hadn’t.  I’ll show him who can share!! 🙂

So, I have accepted that I am a walking contradiction.  That I am very happy with myself And that I work to evolve into a better person.  I’ve mentioned previously that my current goal (note the word “goal” and not “resolution”!) is to stop comparing myself to others.  To not give away my Joy in life by comparing MY LIFE to the lives of others.  I am where I am suppose to be.  Every thing that I have done and been through, all of the mistakes and triumphs have lead me to here.  I do not want to become stagnant, so I will continue to move forward in my life and use all of the talents and gifts that I have been granted to help others and myself.

Back to my original rant.

New Year’s Resolutions… it seems to be a vicious cycle:  Make resolution, break resolution – and we all accept it as normal!  Which, if we all accept it as normal, then I guess, technically, it is normal. Maybe it is a cleansing process, maybe we need to have this time each year to reflect.  Time to note where we want to improve.  Maybe the point of this is not the resolution itself, but the making of the resolution.  The time we take to reflect on the past and hope for the future.  I think it’s okay that we break them every year, as long as we keep moving forward, then every year, God willing, we have another opportunity to repeat the cycle.

I can live with that.  I had an interesting 2012.  It was a whirlwind jam packed with interesting moments, heartbreaking tears and wonderful adventures. (This was also the year of the incredibly spiritual experience I like to call the Meatloaf concert, it deserved a shout-out!) I can look back and be proud of who I was.  Now I can look forward to 2013 and all that it holds for me.

What about you guys?  Any good resolutions? Feel free to share them below! I’d love to see how you plan to grow as a human this year!

Happy New Year everyone! Cheers!

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My new New Year’s resolution

So, now you know all about me being a Yes Man.  And how it’s about become second nature to me.  So, that means it’s time to work on more self-improvement.  Ugh.

I’m technically going to make it my New Year’s Resolution, even though I’m not waiting until the New Year, cause hey – we all get asked that question – “did you make any resolutions?”  Why yes I did, I just implemented them months before you thought to ask me about personal growth!

I have to stop comparing myself to other parents, other women, other people in general.  I read somewhere that the fastest way to pop your own bubble of joy is to compare yourself to others (I’m paraphrasing, of course!).  It’s human nature to look around and compare yourself.  She is thinner than I am, He is funnier than I am.  I’m a way better singer than they are (okay, that one’s not true, I’m a horrible singer, but I OWN it!), my hair is prettier than theirs, they have a better house, they have a bigger house, they have more money than I do.  Wow, they spend more time with their kids than I do.

Despite what I’ve written, I’m not a very judgmental person.  I’m a big believer in “if you’re happy, then I’m happy for you” and “whatever floats your boat” because I recognize that we are all different and unique individuals, so when I tell you that I compare myself to others, I’m not judging them – I’m judging myself.  And that’s not fair.  I spend so much of my life accepting others for who they are, and forgiving them for what they do – why don’t I accept myself? Why don’t I forgive myself?  Okay, it could be any number of things and reasons why, but one day, I just decided those reasons don’t matter.  It’s not who I WAS, it’s about who I AM.

Right then and there I made a conscience effort to notice when I was comparing myself to others.

So, I’ve been making an effort, paying attention to my thoughts.  My goal is to stop the comparisons and replace it with gratitude for all that I’ve been blessed with.  It’s time to focus on all I have, and not where I feel I’m lacking.  It’s time to focus on all of the good I can do with what I have been given, it’s time to focus on the fact that I am ME, and I will never be a mom that has freshly baked cookies and milk waiting on my son when he gets home – but, thank God, that’s not the kind of mom he needs.  He needs the kind of mom that I am, the one that he knows without a doubt will be there for him. Cookies or not.

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Mr. T driving the boat on our annual day at Lake Grapevine with friends a few years ago.  🙂