Give yourself a buffer…

Dear Readers,

A few times last week as I prepared for a weekend off of doing nothing to celebrate my birthday… well sort of, I had some plans that needed to be organized.

I  got a manicure and pedicure! (oh glorious pampering) so I had to schedule that along with childcare, so I had to find a time I was free and my husband was free to take care of Vivienne. Thankfully, I have a husband who understands the value of  “me time”!

As I headed to the salon, I said, I will see you in 2 hours, I fully expected it to take an hour and a half, but it took 2 and a half hours, there were lots of people so it just took longer. I find that since having a child, I take longer to do things, like get myself ready, get her ready and get myself out the door and get her out the door. Never mind that we might have issues along the way like a diaper change gone wrong requiring a costume change, causing, you guessed it more delays.

I also had a phone call scheduled with a friend who is in a different time zone, once upon a time, she was in Switzerland and I was in Texas, so a few hours is nothing compared to almost 12 hours so I am not complaining. That’s what you do for friendship!

On yet another day, I was meeting a friend for dinner and there was a child driven delay, and so I texted her to say, can we meet a little later. She was very understanding and that is lovely, but I felt bad because I hate changing plans even by a little mostly because it takes so much coordination to make it happen. Refer to “Mom Bingo”

All of these plans have one thing in common, I am the one making them so I am in control of when they are and if I am on time or not.

I found myself apologizing for it the other day when I had an epiphany, all I had to do was add 15 minutes on to whatever time I was giving and then I would have a buffer built in for myself, traffic or other happenings. So simple and yet, it had NOT occurred to me till last week. So now in any plans I have made, I have given myself at least a 30 minute buffer so I have room to breathe!

Honestly, it’s the best gift I have given myself in a while.

How about you, dear reader? Do you give yourself a buffer? Should you?

What would open up if you did?

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Wonder in the Waiting…

Dear Readers,

Today I found myself in a situation with which I am painfully familiar.


The positive affirmation part of me wants to spin this and dismiss the frustration I am feeling but I am not sure people are always served by spin so here is the truth. Waiting is hard, it sucks, and it’s an inevitable part of life.

Now for a planner like me, this is frustrating. Even if you aren’t a planner like me, I think waiting as a rule sucks.

So, I will tell you that I have a great opportunity coming to me in the future, but I don'[t have all the details AND, me being me, I still have to plan for it.

However as I have chronicled on this blog, since becoming a parent, I realize how important it is to be flexible and realize that the “plan” is not always the thing.

Then again, as a director, one of the best pieces of advice I ever got (thanks Bob Tolaro) was to work backwards from opening night so that is exactly what I am planning to do.

So bearing that in mind, I can plan for the event without knowing all the details.

The part of me that wants to spin is taking over now, so listen up.

There is definitely wonder in the waiting. Our pastor often talks about when you are anxious about something or “waiting” that you should look back on times that you felt the same and watched God deliver. It’s an excellent exercise to remind you to be grateful.

So I think back to other times I have “waited”.

When my parents were busy neglecting me and not caring that they had a flesh and blood human to care about, I waited for them to notice and care that I was hurting.

They didnt. God put other people in my path that have truly shown me what love is and I call them family. God delivered, and I am immensely grateful.

When my boyfriend asked me to move in, I waited for him to change. He didn’t.

I eventually broke up with him because in the waiting for him to change, I realized I deserved WAY better than I was currently settling for and God definitely delivered. My husband, is not perfect, but he is perfect for me.

While we waited to get married, we spent time waiting ( 2 years as we planned and paid for the wedding )  I waited with great excitement and impatience for that day and it was truly wonderful. God delivered and then some. I can’t imagine a more beautiful wedding than ours. More than that, I have a loving partner and a strong marriage that we work on daily.

I remember waiting to have a child. I remember praying and hoping and waiting and I remember feeling so sad and lost when I miscarried.

One sentence doesn’t really do that justice so I have to say it still hurts the think about the baby we lost.  In the waiting there was pain, loss, and anger. I remember praying to God again and waiting again and wondering if God would answer this time. My faith was strengthened when we discovered we were pregnant again and I spent some time being scared because for 25 weeks, I could not feel her move. The doctors saw it on the machines and all the numbers said she was there, but until I felt her move, I didn’t really believe it. Then when I held her in my arms for the first time, I didn’t really believe it and now each day goes by and she does another adorable thing that I can’t even really explain why it’s adorable but it is to me, I realized there is wonder in the waiting.

I find myself at it again, waiting for her to talk, sure she babbles, but no real connection to the words, and here is a great point. I get to wonder what she will say when she says her first word. I get to wonder what her favourite word will be and how often it will change. I get to wonder what she is thinking and watch and wait for her to communicate it.  So just for now, I am going to do my best to focus on the wonder and less on the waiting.

How about you, dear reader? Is there something in your life you are waiting for? Is there an option to ponder the wonder instead?

Think About It.





Brokenness- good or bad?


Dear Readers,

A dear friend introduced “brokenness” as a theme for 2018 and I balked at that notion thinking to myself, “That’s a horrible way to start out the year. It’s broken at 10 days old? Ouch! That doesn’t leave a lot of room for redemption, or does it? ”

The question was then posed, Is brokenness good or bad?

I have to say I am struggling with this question.

I think a broken promise is something to avoid, but what if the promise is to yourself to work out twice a week and the broken promise is in aid of doing some self-care because you had a rough week at home, at work and at life?

Wouldn’t that be a good “brokenness”?

Brokenness would apply to someone who has been through hardship and difficulty in their relationships with their parents and one might say they are an example of brokenness, but in that brokenness, they rose up, they picked up the shattered pieces of their life and they built a stronger and more resilient version of themselves.  Wouldn’t that be an example of a good thing to be broken?

Brokenness could apply to a relationship that you think is on good footing, maybe not perfect but certainly good, and then you realize through a series of interactions with this friend or this colleague that that relationship isn’t broken, it doesn’t exist. So in that case, brokenness is a good thing because it reveals something we think is there as not being there.

My opinion? Brokenness is not actually bad. It’s just something that happens. I think the thing that matters most is what we choose to do with it.

Will you leave it broken? Will you fix it? Should it be broken? Does it deserve to be fixed?

Only you can answer that question, so Brokenness, Good or Bad? The answer is entirely up to you.

Think About It.


Happiness Jar!

Dear Readers,

I read about something Elizabeth Gilbert started back in 2013 and I got really excited so I wanted to share it with you. I feel like this is an easy easy easy easy thing to do. I love the internet. She did this 5 years ago and it’s still going.

Are you ready?

Write down one thing you are happy about and put it in a jar – The exercise I am going to be doing is on a daily cadence, but maybe you want to do it once a week? or once a month, that’s fine, it’s your happiness jar.  You do what you want, I like


Yep, I have goals and resolutions for this year but somehow it feels like what we all might need is a little more happy.

My happy today? This idea, I have told a few people and they got excited and are talking about doing it.

What can you do to celebrate more highs and less lows this year?

Think About It…..

Throwing your hat over the wall….

Dear Readers,

Have you heard this expression before? It means, putting yourself in a position where you have to do what you have promised to do, and there is no turning back.

There is a story about some Irish lads who were walking about in a road and they needed to get across a wall, so knowing that was what was needed, they lacked ample motivation so they threw their hats over the wall and climbed over the wall to get them.

In this case, it’s not a hat, it’s a 3.1 mile race that is being held in February.

The Break a Leg, 5K being put on by the Paramount, it’s a for a good cause and it will be a fun course. There is a hill on the route, but hey what’s a walk/run without a challenge.

It costs 50.00 (so it costs money, so I have to be invested in the process to get there)

I have told a bunch of people about it (that would be you, gentle readers) so I have to do it. No backing down, and no chickening out.

I have definitely done 5K’s before, so it may not seem like a big deal, AND it is.

Since the birth of my daughter, Vivienne, I have really struggled to get back on track with my health and fitness and I have been chronicling the journey, day by day as I work out. Tomorrow is Day 40, since I started working out a year ago. (see I am writing about it, so I have to get up and do it, even if I am cold, even if I am tired, I am accountable to each and every one of you, reading this. (this picture is what it looks like after you run)


I walk and I run and I swim, all leading to a marathon, eventually.

For now, baby steps to a 5K, again. Truth time? I am a little frustrated about that.

Back in 2015, I did actually walk/run a 10 mile race.


But, there is absolutely no shame in starting over, and starting strong.

(This is a picture of my first ever 5K) almost 3 years ago)


I have a great set of friends who are working on their own fitness and weight goals and without sharing about their life too much, they both recently had some setbacks and I hope that when they read this, it helps them realize that it happens to each and every one of us, and the most important part of falling down that 10th time is getting back up the 11th, 12th, and 13th, time.

Get back up, we all want to see you kick bahookie!

Think About It!!!!!

Plans, Interrupted

Dear Readers,

I have long had a healthy respect for plans, spending over 2 years planning for our wedding is just one in a long list of examples of my fondness for preparation.

I have to say nothing prepared me for the amount of plans that will go to absolute chaos from 0-90 like being a parent.

Case in point- Our family was planning to spend weekend with his grandparents and enjoy Christmas.  Sounds great, right?

Well, it started out well, but quickly descended into chaos at about 9 o’clock Friday night.

Normally the little one’s bedtime. Now I have to confess, we are spoiled rotten with this, because typically we put her down and say good night and off she drifts to sleep.

There are exceptions which I have talked about on this blog, but in general we are lucky in this regard especially given all the struggles I have heard other parents talk about and I think this is something that is constantly in flux so at any minute she could decide that she is done with bedtime at 9 and decide to stay up till 4 a.m. which is precisely what happened on Friday night.

Tried and true tricks, things that have worked since she was born, all FAILED to soothe her to slumber. She was not upset, just awake and full of energy.

I will admit this sounds very calm and collected but that was not the picture. I was really frustrated that NOTHING I was doing was working. I was thinking to myself, “I am her mother, can I really not comfort her?” Not a happy place to be, and I actually started to feel myself getting really upset and then it hit me. This isn’t about me. IT IS ABOUT HER.

After I had that realization, I calmed down a lot and went back to troubleshooting the current issue.

No matter what we did, nothing would convince her to go to sleep until finally she just wore herself out.  Relieved and more than a little exhausted, my husband and I passed out ourselves and woke up later and were in total agreement, we were going home so she could  (hopefully) sleep in her own bed and try to get back to “normal”.

The grandparents were extremely understanding and recounted their own tales of sleepless nights.

I found it an excellent opportunity to embrace the lack of comfort that planning brought me in that moment of looking at her and realizing no way is she going to sleep.

So, I have two choices.

  1. I can gnash my teeth and be super pissed that she foiled my “plan” to follow a schedule.
  2. I can embrace the dance of life, the frustrating, the happy, hard, the easy, and go with it.

By the way, these pictures would not have been taken if our plans had not changed. snowawesome



It’s an excellent metaphor for life, you don’t need a kid to embrace chaos, you just need other people who do not have a copy of your blueprint to deviate and challenge your plan.

What will you choose?

Think About It.

No more Guilt…No, Really.


Dear Readers

This past weekend, I was telling a friend, I am so sorry I can’t come see your show, I am just not going to get to it. I went on to say, I feel so guilty.  Which I did, because I really did want to see the show, but I lacked the night. My husband and I take turns and give each other one night off a week and I had already committed myself to another show. The weather (who the heck would expect SNOW in Texas?) did contribute, but overall, I lacked time.

She was so sweet and kind and graceful and said something that stopped me in my tracks, “I release you of that, that is all yours if you have want to feel guilty that is all coming from you, not me” – We hugged and she walked away.  Wow. It was such an honest moment.

It was so true and lovely and she even mentioned having been there herself, “I love you best friend in the world but I can’t come see your show”.. I felt enormously better.

I have really been making great strides with this whole not feeling guilty thing, and then I had this large setback, but it’s okay because I have recommitted myself to giving up feeling guilty. There are just too many places to be, shows to see, parties to go to and events to sign up for and I recently realized, there are only so many hours in a day.

(I know? Stop the presses..  Mind blowing, right?)

I am the first person who has ever made this realization.


But seriously, I don’t have “all the time in the world” and neither do you. It’s the only commodity you can’t get back, and that money can’t buy, so choose where you spend it wisely.

What I realized is that I have to budget my time ( and you should too ) just like we budget our money. I have to THINK before saying yes to something as much as I might REALLY want to do it, I have to be sure I have the time and more importantly be sure I haven’t already budgeted that time for someone else (like my daughter or my husband, say?)


I really thought I had this one wired after last year and the whole having a baby thing which makes you realize how little time you have, but as is true with so many life lessons, I guess I need to bump into this one a few more times before it really sticks.

So here’s to NO MORE GUILT!

Think About It.