Monday, January 30, 2017

No SAD!!!

For several years now, every winter I get a bad case of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder).

This winter is different!

Here it is the end of January (and where I live, winter usually starts around Nov. 1st, though we did have October snow this season, too.) and I do NOT have SAD this year!!

What's different about this year?

I attribute it to two things:

1. Less stress (not homeschooling has helped me have the time and peace to heal overall).

2.  Immune Booster supplements!  The kind I have contains not just Vitamin C, but Zinc, and Echinacea.

I also added a women's vitamin supplement to my diet and that seems to be helping my other SAD (Social Anxiety Disorder).

Take care of yourself, ladies.

Friday, January 20, 2017

I don't have to be exceptional

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It seems the millennial "everyone is special" has birthed the post-millennial trend of
"you need to be exceptional."

Just a quick browse through social media and people show their best faces, smiles, accomplishments, etc.

As a child I enjoyed watching figure skating on TV.  At the time a perfectly landed triple lutz was a rare thing where everyone oohed and ahhed and the executor of it was lauded as an amazing athlete (usually male).  Imagine my surprise when I found figure skating on TV just a few months ago and the girls were landing quadruple/triple combos!!!!

Just how limitless are we?!

There is a lot of pressure out there to be exceptional.

Do it "like a boss."
Be a "bad@$$."
"No excuses!"
"Own it!"
"Nail it!"

I was walking through Target and saw this water bottle that says, "like a boss."
It actually gave me a little anxiety to see it.
I thought of all the ways I felt like I wasn't measuring up in an instant.
Ridiculous, I know!

So, I reminded myself that I don't need to be exceptional.  There is nothing wrong with ordinary.  There is nothing wrong with simple.  There is nothing wrong with not being a "bad@$$" at something with a Katy Perry Roar attitude.

There is nothing wrong with being a strong personality with drive and noticeable ambition, either.

All I am saying is that I am giving myself permission to not have to over-achieve anything, or prove anything to anybody.

I have the freedom to just live, breathe, love, and do.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017


I joke that I am always wobbling between wanting suburban materialism and rural simplicity.  

Over Christmas, I was at Target for the umpteenth time.  I finished my shopping and returned to my rusty mini van trying to shake off the lingering feelings of guilt I always get when I spend money beyond the normal budgeted weekly allowances.  I had to wait for a woman to back out and drive away before I could move.  She looked so posh in her newish black car, her professionally dyed hair up in messy bun encircled with a cute headband/earwarmer, and she drove one-handed as she sipped her Starbucks beverage.  As Target bags filled the back of her car, she didn't look one bit guilty for her purchases as she sped away.

I wanted to be her.

I wanted to shop at Target with abandon and not feel guilty for buying new towels, or grabbing that cute book for my kids, or snagging those clearance cute boots.

On the drive home I thought about how I could live that life.  I decided it was possible.  I would just need to keep my kids in public school and get a job.  Even just a part time job would give me the extra money to splurge.  I could really make our little home nice and not so patch-worky.  I could order Starbucks every time I walked in.  Maybe I could even drive a nicer looking vehicle.

I contemplated it pretty seriously for a while, but I couldn't shake off how it would complicate things.

Did I really need to leave my home and work a job just to binge-shop at Target?  Would it be worth it?

The freedom I have, that my family has with me being at home is worth the lack of funds.  Sure, income can be a sort of freedom, too.  It's nice to be able to just go out to eat rather than having to rush home and make something from scratch before tummies rumble on an outing.

But, my kiddos are still small.  I'm still dealing with health issues and anxiety issues.  And I don't need more THINGS in life just because one woman looked glamorous and guilt-free in the Target parking lot.

Too complicated.

Some day I may truly need to get a job.

Just not today.

I choose simplicity.

Tuesday, January 03, 2017

T'is a Gift To Be Simple


So very much has changed since I last blogged.

I tried starting other blogs under other titles, but then I fizzle out and always end up coming back to my first love, this blog right here.

I even thought of starting a blog called "T'is a Gift to be Simple," but that is just my theme for this year.  Perhaps next year, too.  Perhaps a forever lifestyle change, but how can I know that?

What I do know is that I have a heart for this little Taigh Beag, this little Cottage of the Hill and all the changes that have occurred under it's little (and now, thanks to hubby and my brother-in-law, new) roof.

We have changed churches.
We enrolled out school-aged children into public school.  (And they LOVE IT!)
We have a dog!!  (I'll introduce him in another post)
We are officially out of the baby/toddler stage and hauled the last toddler bed out of the house two weeks ago.

So, that is how 2016 ended for my big family in our little house.

2017 has begun with Simplicity.

I am inspired by so many advocates of simplicity:

The Tiny House Movement
Vintage and Historical Domestic Accounts
Zero-Waste Home

It isn't just simplicity in the home, though.

I left a church/denomination where I felt Christianity was complicated.  I wanted to shut up all the voices, the opinions, the pat answers, the Christian "speak" and just hear God.  I felt like Christianity is supposed to be much more simple and straight-forward.

My body has revolted on me.  Despite over a decade of eating healthfully and exercising, it wasn't enough.  I need to simplify not only my diet, but my stress levels and activity levels.  I am becoming much more realistic about my expectations of myself and life in general.

I am also accepting that I am a simple person and I am content with a small life.
I don't need to prove anything or accomplish a great deal.
It truly is a gift to be simple.

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