Days Like This
Wednesday, August 14, 2019
Isn't it interesting how one day we can feel like the laziest least productive hopeless version of ourselves and then wake up the next morning feeling hopeful, energized, and productive? The full range of human emotion amazes me sometimes. It never fits in with my perfect every day idealistic lifestyle that I try to achieve. It frustrates me that something is so easy one day and so damn difficult the next. It makes it so hard to be the ideal best version of myself.
Deep inside I know that there is no such thing as the ideal best version of myself but I spend so much of the time in my head thinking about future me and how she'll have her shit together. But human emotion, hormones, relationships, and life, in general, don't account for idealistic perfect versions of ourselves.
I'm waiting for the day when that really hits home for me. When I truly understand that I will never be perfect. I will always sometimes be the things I hate about myself and will always sometimes be the things I love about myself. That the human condition is to be the best and worst versions of ourselves. Cognitively I know that to be true but in the day-to-day application? I fail greatly. My heart is still holding out for the perfect version of myself to come true. To visualize my higher self and become her.
I'm not saying it's impossible to improve myself. But I do think that I need to stop visualizing perfection and maybe just visualize making life and day-to-day decisions as the best most magnanimous kind version of myself.
And hopefully, that best version of myself will have grace, kindness, and love for the worst version. Because that worst version is never going to fully go away.
And I need to learn to accept the imperfect self that will never be ideal. Maybe my highest self is the one that loves even the hard to love pieces of myself.
Child Free...By Choice
Monday, August 12, 2019
Being a woman isn't easy in this world. Being a mother would be even harder. I've spent my entire life loving and nurturing the children in my life but I've mostly felt an unsettling pit in my stomach when it came to being a mother myself. I'd think about the sacrifice, my perfectionism, the lack of sleep, and the way I see mothers interact in the world and with each other and I felt deeply that that was not my path in life. I wanted to be more than this little person's caretaker who would never love me the way that I would love them.
I get a lot of pushback from people who can't fathom a woman who chooses herself, her spouse, and their life together first. They believe to be a woman is to be a mother. And that is part of the reason I resist it so much. I never want to be someone that does something because it is expected of me. I never want to make decisions about my life because it is just what you do. I feel that so many people take the path of parenthood because it is what is expected not because it's actually what they want from their life. So many people just blindly follow the paths that their parents trekked before them never taking a moment to intentionally think about their own desires and life. It's biology, I suppose, this lack of intentionality. But it isn't for me.
I've thought through everything they tell me.
"You'll never know love if you don't have a child," an insulting phrase to any other relationship where the word love has been uttered. What about your spouse? The person you loved so much that you decided to create a life with. What about your parents? Your friends? Those loves are just as real and wonderful. I understand your love for your child is different and a strong bond but it isn't the only way to deep love.
"Who will take care of you when you're old?" Why do you assume your children will take care of you? Why would you create life just to saddle it with caring for you when you're old? A financially and emotionally taxing experience. There is such a thing as end of life care that childless people and parents should think of instead of laying that responsibility on your children.
"You'll change your mind." Maybe but how condescending of you to make that assumption for me. To assume I don't know what's best for me.
"Maybe you'll have an accident." Said by well-intentioned people who don't know my pro-choice beliefs. Even so, why would you wish something on me that I do not want? So I can resent my child and be unhappy with my life?
"What if you regret it later?" What if you regret having them? I've seen anonymous posts from parents discussing how much they love their children but they regret being a parent. Parenthood is the one decision in your life that you just can't take back. You can get divorced, quit your job, change your friends, move, or change everything about yourself if you really want. But you can't undo being a parent. So to answer your question, what if I regret it? Then I'll foster or adopt, I'll build relationships with my students or friend's children, or I'll sit with the regret and deal with it the way you might in moments where parenthood seemed too hard to go on. We all have regrets in our lives. We have to deal with them and move on.
"You'd be a great mom!" Yes, yes, I would. I have never doubted that I would make a great mom. I would care deeply about my child. I would work hard to connect and help my little person be the best version of themselves. I would care about their emotional, physical, academic, and spiritual health and help them along their own path. I would love them deeply. But at what cost to me? At what cost to my own passions, ambitions, relationships, and general quality of life? What about my own crushing despair when I fail my child? Because I will. I will fail in parenthood. Everyone does. And it will eat at me and I will spend my life feeling inadequate and broken. There is great joy in parenthood. I believe that. But there is also deep sorrow and loss as well. I'm not sure I can handle the roller coaster.
I've seen mothers talking to each other. I hear the comments that insinuate that their spouse does little to help with the children or the home. I've seen them trying to "beat" each other in their sacrifices they've made for their children. I've seen the competition, the judgment, and the circles under their eyes from lack of sleep and time to take care of themselves. I've seen them in group settings where nothing but childcare, sleep and eating habits, and discipline problems can be discussed. Even the good ones, the mothers that I would model myself after if I were to take the plunge, look harrowed and like a lesser version of themselves. It is no fault of their own. Raising little humans must be an exhausting and noble cause if you do it with all your intentionality. But this version of motherhood scares the living hell out of me. It scares me that I don't see many models of motherhood that allow women to be themselves and a mother.
Every woman who has strayed from the traditional path even the slightest knows these comments. They are said by family, strangers, acquaintances, and health-care providers. They are said without a thought about what I or any other woman might be going through or dealing with. They are said because they expect everyone to follow this path of parenthood and it scares people when we make choices that they don't understand.
Choosing not to have children isn't a personal attack on your choices. I don't hate children. I enjoy and love them in certain settings and probably won't turn down the opportunity to hold and love on your baby or toddler if given the choice. I'm not selfish although there are plenty of selfish reasons why I don't want to have children just as there are plenty of selfish reasons why you chose to have them. I've just made a different choice than you. Will that choice stick? Only time will tell. People change, evolve, and grow in different ways that expected. I am not immune to that. But for now, I think I am accepting this child free life and choice that Brandon and I have made. I just wish others would accept it too.
I get a lot of pushback from people who can't fathom a woman who chooses herself, her spouse, and their life together first. They believe to be a woman is to be a mother. And that is part of the reason I resist it so much. I never want to be someone that does something because it is expected of me. I never want to make decisions about my life because it is just what you do. I feel that so many people take the path of parenthood because it is what is expected not because it's actually what they want from their life. So many people just blindly follow the paths that their parents trekked before them never taking a moment to intentionally think about their own desires and life. It's biology, I suppose, this lack of intentionality. But it isn't for me.
I've thought through everything they tell me.
"You'll never know love if you don't have a child," an insulting phrase to any other relationship where the word love has been uttered. What about your spouse? The person you loved so much that you decided to create a life with. What about your parents? Your friends? Those loves are just as real and wonderful. I understand your love for your child is different and a strong bond but it isn't the only way to deep love.
"Who will take care of you when you're old?" Why do you assume your children will take care of you? Why would you create life just to saddle it with caring for you when you're old? A financially and emotionally taxing experience. There is such a thing as end of life care that childless people and parents should think of instead of laying that responsibility on your children.
"You'll change your mind." Maybe but how condescending of you to make that assumption for me. To assume I don't know what's best for me.
"Maybe you'll have an accident." Said by well-intentioned people who don't know my pro-choice beliefs. Even so, why would you wish something on me that I do not want? So I can resent my child and be unhappy with my life?
"What if you regret it later?" What if you regret having them? I've seen anonymous posts from parents discussing how much they love their children but they regret being a parent. Parenthood is the one decision in your life that you just can't take back. You can get divorced, quit your job, change your friends, move, or change everything about yourself if you really want. But you can't undo being a parent. So to answer your question, what if I regret it? Then I'll foster or adopt, I'll build relationships with my students or friend's children, or I'll sit with the regret and deal with it the way you might in moments where parenthood seemed too hard to go on. We all have regrets in our lives. We have to deal with them and move on.
"You'd be a great mom!" Yes, yes, I would. I have never doubted that I would make a great mom. I would care deeply about my child. I would work hard to connect and help my little person be the best version of themselves. I would care about their emotional, physical, academic, and spiritual health and help them along their own path. I would love them deeply. But at what cost to me? At what cost to my own passions, ambitions, relationships, and general quality of life? What about my own crushing despair when I fail my child? Because I will. I will fail in parenthood. Everyone does. And it will eat at me and I will spend my life feeling inadequate and broken. There is great joy in parenthood. I believe that. But there is also deep sorrow and loss as well. I'm not sure I can handle the roller coaster.
I've seen mothers talking to each other. I hear the comments that insinuate that their spouse does little to help with the children or the home. I've seen them trying to "beat" each other in their sacrifices they've made for their children. I've seen the competition, the judgment, and the circles under their eyes from lack of sleep and time to take care of themselves. I've seen them in group settings where nothing but childcare, sleep and eating habits, and discipline problems can be discussed. Even the good ones, the mothers that I would model myself after if I were to take the plunge, look harrowed and like a lesser version of themselves. It is no fault of their own. Raising little humans must be an exhausting and noble cause if you do it with all your intentionality. But this version of motherhood scares the living hell out of me. It scares me that I don't see many models of motherhood that allow women to be themselves and a mother.
Every woman who has strayed from the traditional path even the slightest knows these comments. They are said by family, strangers, acquaintances, and health-care providers. They are said without a thought about what I or any other woman might be going through or dealing with. They are said because they expect everyone to follow this path of parenthood and it scares people when we make choices that they don't understand.
Choosing not to have children isn't a personal attack on your choices. I don't hate children. I enjoy and love them in certain settings and probably won't turn down the opportunity to hold and love on your baby or toddler if given the choice. I'm not selfish although there are plenty of selfish reasons why I don't want to have children just as there are plenty of selfish reasons why you chose to have them. I've just made a different choice than you. Will that choice stick? Only time will tell. People change, evolve, and grow in different ways that expected. I am not immune to that. But for now, I think I am accepting this child free life and choice that Brandon and I have made. I just wish others would accept it too.
Change
Thursday, August 1, 2019
Photo credit: Morgan Harper Nichols
Sometimes I think back on myself over the years and I cringe. I cringe at the ideology I used to believe in. I cringe at my toxic behavior because I was unhappy with myself. I cringe at the ways I wanted to show up in my life but didn't. The moments when my ideals were compromised by real life.
Why though?
All of those versions of myself got me where I am today. Maybe I'm a little behind where I "should" be in life but those shoulds can't be the path that everyone takes. All those versions of myself, the failures and the cringe-worthy behavior lead to me being me. And I am not the same person that I was ten, five, or even one year ago.
I am darker in some ways. I have been disappointed and broken by life. And I am lighter in others. Letting go of the things and behaviors that did not serve me.
I know that for other people in my life, those changes are unappreciated. I no longer fit the mold that everyone thought that I should fit in. And although I wish those people could know me and whole-heartedly accept me for who I really am, I have learned not to let their opinions define me.
I still have a lot of work to do to become the best version of myself. I still need to put in the work and take the time to do the things that bring me joy even when they aren't easy. I can think of more than a dozen ways that I need to improve or work on myself. But the thing that has changed is that I can also think of more than a dozen things I truly and wonderfully love about myself. Imperfections and all.
This is the year that I've done a lot of work to truly love myself. It's messy and hard and I fail frequently. But I'm learning to not dwell in self-hatred when I'm imperfect. I'm learning to love myself. That is the most beautiful change of all.
The Smoky Mountains
Monday, June 24, 2019
After spending a few days in Nashville, we headed down toward Smoky Mountain National Park. Despite the rain and cloudy weather, we loved spending time in the actual park. We drove through the different scenic routes, hiked Laurel Falls (early enough to avoid the crazy crowds), visited the Ghost Town of Elkmont, and simply drove through the mountains and stopped any time we saw something beautiful. We stayed in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee which was a huge mistake. It was the tackiest town I had ever seen and was definitely geared towards middle-class families on vacation. If I were to visit again, I think I would actually camp up into the mountains and enjoy nature and hiking more. I hope to visit again sometime with Brandon.
Nashville, Tennessee
Sunday, June 23, 2019
I graduated from college in May. Finally. After years of having no path in life and two years of finishing my bachelor's degree in Education. I have my diploma and my license. I am officially a licensed educator ready for my own classroom. Unfortunately, I've been waiting around for the Air Force to figure out my paperwork so that I can join Brandon in England. The past few months of waiting around at my mother's house have been so hard and disheartening. It has been five months since I've seen my husband. It's been seven months since we've lived in a home with our things together. Choosing myself and my own passion and career meant spending time away from Brandon but we didn't expect it to be this long. I didn't expect to spend my time sitting on my thumbs waiting to begin our adventure together for as long as I have. I'm so ready to begin my life with Brandon in Europe. This separation has been such a reminder of how much I love him. How much I appreciate our life together. It has been a reminder that home is no longer this place in Missouri but wherever my home with him is.
While I've been waiting, I knew I wanted to see more of the States. The past year and a half that I've spent back in the states have been a reminder of how much I love driving and experiencing different places and cities here. Road trips are my favorite now. My Dad's family is from Tennessee and I would often spend my summers at their farm near Jackson but I had never been to Nashville or the Smoky Mountains. So my best friend and I decided to take a week and explore Tennessee. We started out in Nashville.
Our first night, we explored Broadway. I have never heard so much competing music in one spot in my life. We ate a little place called Jack's that had the most amazing barbeque that I've had since I was a kid. I love Tennessee pulled pork and it was so reminiscent and delicious. We also went out drinking and went to two different bars to listen to live music.
The next day we went to Belle Meade Plantation and toured the mansion which was beautiful (photos are not allowed inside the home), walked around the beautiful grounds, and did a wine tasting before we went to lunch at Biscuit Love in the Hillsboro area. We both got the "Eat Nasty" which was a delectably fried chicken thigh on top of a homemade biscuit (it tasted very much like a yeast biscuit) with sausage gravy and aged cheddar. It had to be the best piece of fried chicken I've ever had in my life. We went back before we left Nashville to get their "Bonuts" which are fried biscuit dough covered in sugar, covered in lemon mascarpone over a blueberry compote. So amazing. I would go back again for sure if I'm ever in Nashville again. While in the area, we also stopped at Jenni's Splendid Icecream as recommended. I had the goat cheese with cherries on a waffle cone and it was delicious.
We managed to get a lot done in the two days we were in Nashville. That same day we went to the Parthenon replica which was cool for the outside but wasn't very impressive on the inside other than the replication of Athena. We walked by the Grand Ole Opry and the Country Music Hall of Fame but didn't tour either one as we weren't interested. Overall, it was a cool experience to visit Nashville but I'm not sure there is as much to enjoy for myself as other cities.
Grateful Sunday
Sunday, April 7, 2019
Another week has come and gone and here I sit thinking about everything I have to be grateful for. Thinking about all the ways that luck has shined down on me.
I've spent this beautiful spring day basking in the sunshine while I drink a slow cup of coffee and read a delightful book. I took a bubble bath and relaxed in the beautiful smell and lavishness of a deep tub. I laid on my bed after that bubble bath and listened to music with the door open and the soft breeze blowing across my face. I took my yoga mat to the front porch and stretched my body in a way that feels good and sat quietly in contemplation when I was done. And now here I sit, on that same front porch with the dogs sleeping at my feet, struggling to write about the solitude, contentment, and joy that I feel today. Struggling to explain the duality of the peace and vitality I feel inside on this day. Sunshine changes things. Being outdoors changes things. It has a way of making us feel whole again. I am thankful for Sundays that are focused on self-care and self-love when I need them the most.
I am thankful for a passion that will hopefully bloom into a career. My mentors around me have been so affirming of this passion and love of teaching in me and I can't say how grateful I am for those affirmations. I need them when things are tough. Because teaching will always be tough at times and joy-filled at others. It will break your heart, make you laugh like you haven't before, and allow you to love other people's children as you lead them to knowledge and curiosity. I haven't always done an amazing job in these student teaching experiences. I have failed again and again. But I have always taken those moments of failure and learned from them. And that's what matters.
I am grateful for a husband who celebrates my successes and believes in me. I am thankful for his words of encouragement and love when I was struggling and hurting inside. I can't believe that I am lucky enough to have a love like this. I dreamed of a love like this when I was a kid. So convinced that it would never happen for me. But it did and it's better and worse and more wonderful than I ever could have imagined.
I am grateful for friends and family who listen to me talk nonstop about my students and teaching even when I know I should shut up because they aren't interested. Thank you for trying not to yawn while I yabber on.
I am grateful for Spring and all the feelings of reflection, joy, and love that it brings out in me and the ability to enjoy the sunshine. Thank you, Mother Nature for ending the long winter and letting us know that all bad things come to an end.
This is the best day I've had in quite some time. Spent alone doing the things that bring me joy. And I am so thankful for that time.
I've spent this beautiful spring day basking in the sunshine while I drink a slow cup of coffee and read a delightful book. I took a bubble bath and relaxed in the beautiful smell and lavishness of a deep tub. I laid on my bed after that bubble bath and listened to music with the door open and the soft breeze blowing across my face. I took my yoga mat to the front porch and stretched my body in a way that feels good and sat quietly in contemplation when I was done. And now here I sit, on that same front porch with the dogs sleeping at my feet, struggling to write about the solitude, contentment, and joy that I feel today. Struggling to explain the duality of the peace and vitality I feel inside on this day. Sunshine changes things. Being outdoors changes things. It has a way of making us feel whole again. I am thankful for Sundays that are focused on self-care and self-love when I need them the most.
I am thankful for a passion that will hopefully bloom into a career. My mentors around me have been so affirming of this passion and love of teaching in me and I can't say how grateful I am for those affirmations. I need them when things are tough. Because teaching will always be tough at times and joy-filled at others. It will break your heart, make you laugh like you haven't before, and allow you to love other people's children as you lead them to knowledge and curiosity. I haven't always done an amazing job in these student teaching experiences. I have failed again and again. But I have always taken those moments of failure and learned from them. And that's what matters.
I am grateful for a husband who celebrates my successes and believes in me. I am thankful for his words of encouragement and love when I was struggling and hurting inside. I can't believe that I am lucky enough to have a love like this. I dreamed of a love like this when I was a kid. So convinced that it would never happen for me. But it did and it's better and worse and more wonderful than I ever could have imagined.
I am grateful for friends and family who listen to me talk nonstop about my students and teaching even when I know I should shut up because they aren't interested. Thank you for trying not to yawn while I yabber on.
I am grateful for Spring and all the feelings of reflection, joy, and love that it brings out in me and the ability to enjoy the sunshine. Thank you, Mother Nature for ending the long winter and letting us know that all bad things come to an end.
This is the best day I've had in quite some time. Spent alone doing the things that bring me joy. And I am so thankful for that time.
Favorite Ways to Relax
Monday, April 1, 2019
I like to think about relaxation in terms of self-care. What are the things I am doing that make me feel most at peace and intentional with who I am and who I want to be? That is the question I would like to ask myself as I think about my favorite ways to relax.
Sure, watching TV and scrolling through Instagram or Pinterest can be relaxing but not in the way that is going to allow me to love myself and feel whole again when I'm finished.
Unfortunately, I do more watching TV and phone scrolling than anything else on this list. This is my reminder of the things that make me feel good, whole, and like I love myself.
1. A hot bath. I must say I have a love/hate relationship with taking baths. On one hand, taking the time to soak in water, salts, and coconut milk (my best tip for soft skin right out of the bath) feels luxurious and so self-indulgent. As soon as I get out of that hot water, I am ready to go to bed or take a nap. It is the ultimate form of relaxation. However, when I am actually in the bath, I can get so bored. I've taken to watching Grey's Anatomy on the iPad in the bath just so I don't get so incredibly bored. I've tried podcasts, music, candles, etc. I always seem to get bored. Maybe I need to look at it as a form of meditation to quietly relax in the bathtub without distractions.
2. Speaking of meditation... This one is so hard! It is by far one of the best things I do for my mental health and yet, I am so bad about doing it consistently. I know that if I were to keep it up, I would feel better, make better decisions, and be more at peace in my everyday life (also much more patient and kind to my students). It is something I have even implemented in the classroom when we need moments of calm. I need more of it in my personal life though.
3. Yoga. Another thing that I wish I did more of but rarely stay consistent with it. There is something about doing yoga that makes me self-reflective when I'm done and makes my body feel stretched out in a good way.
4. Hot coffee or green tea. I've realized that although I'm not caffeine dependent (I don't get headaches or anything if I don't have it), it does make me so much more energetic and happy in the mornings. However, I've taken to just drinking it as I drive or as I begin my day at the school instead of really sitting down and savoring my cup. Taking the time to mindfully drink tea or coffee is such a simple pleasure for relaxation.
5. Reading. 2018 was my year for reading. Now, with student teaching and being so busy with assignments and spending so much time with other people, I haven't been reading hardly at all. I know that being a reader is a huge part of my identity and I will always come back to it. But I also need to remember to take time for it even when my schedule is busy or I'm not feeling motivated or happy about it.
6. Walks with Luna. My daily walk with Luna used to be something I would resent sometimes and treasure others. But now that we live far away from a walking place and it doesn't happen every day, I realize how much I loved those walks. How they made me step back and be present with where I was with my day and my life. How they allowed for gentle and kind movement. How good they were for Luna and me. I miss them dearly and really look forward to being able to step out the front door and walk her again when we are in England.
Here is my reminder to do more of the things that make me love myself and care for myself. I know I'll feel more like the person I truly want to be than I do currently.
Sure, watching TV and scrolling through Instagram or Pinterest can be relaxing but not in the way that is going to allow me to love myself and feel whole again when I'm finished.
Unfortunately, I do more watching TV and phone scrolling than anything else on this list. This is my reminder of the things that make me feel good, whole, and like I love myself.
1. A hot bath. I must say I have a love/hate relationship with taking baths. On one hand, taking the time to soak in water, salts, and coconut milk (my best tip for soft skin right out of the bath) feels luxurious and so self-indulgent. As soon as I get out of that hot water, I am ready to go to bed or take a nap. It is the ultimate form of relaxation. However, when I am actually in the bath, I can get so bored. I've taken to watching Grey's Anatomy on the iPad in the bath just so I don't get so incredibly bored. I've tried podcasts, music, candles, etc. I always seem to get bored. Maybe I need to look at it as a form of meditation to quietly relax in the bathtub without distractions.
2. Speaking of meditation... This one is so hard! It is by far one of the best things I do for my mental health and yet, I am so bad about doing it consistently. I know that if I were to keep it up, I would feel better, make better decisions, and be more at peace in my everyday life (also much more patient and kind to my students). It is something I have even implemented in the classroom when we need moments of calm. I need more of it in my personal life though.
3. Yoga. Another thing that I wish I did more of but rarely stay consistent with it. There is something about doing yoga that makes me self-reflective when I'm done and makes my body feel stretched out in a good way.
4. Hot coffee or green tea. I've realized that although I'm not caffeine dependent (I don't get headaches or anything if I don't have it), it does make me so much more energetic and happy in the mornings. However, I've taken to just drinking it as I drive or as I begin my day at the school instead of really sitting down and savoring my cup. Taking the time to mindfully drink tea or coffee is such a simple pleasure for relaxation.
5. Reading. 2018 was my year for reading. Now, with student teaching and being so busy with assignments and spending so much time with other people, I haven't been reading hardly at all. I know that being a reader is a huge part of my identity and I will always come back to it. But I also need to remember to take time for it even when my schedule is busy or I'm not feeling motivated or happy about it.
6. Walks with Luna. My daily walk with Luna used to be something I would resent sometimes and treasure others. But now that we live far away from a walking place and it doesn't happen every day, I realize how much I loved those walks. How they made me step back and be present with where I was with my day and my life. How they allowed for gentle and kind movement. How good they were for Luna and me. I miss them dearly and really look forward to being able to step out the front door and walk her again when we are in England.
Here is my reminder to do more of the things that make me love myself and care for myself. I know I'll feel more like the person I truly want to be than I do currently.
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