The last time I wrote, I was pretty pumped about getting to accomplish one of my life goals, participate in a 5K. I am disappointed to report that it didn’t happen. I wanted it to happen, but it didn’t.Continue reading
Many people talk about checking things off their bucket lists or things they’d like to do before they die. However, I refuse to have a bucket list, or rather, I refuse to call my list that. As with most things in life, I enjoy putting a positive spin on things so instead of focusing on what I want to do before I kick the proverbial bucket, I think of it as what I want to achieve in my life time. Same premise, less focus on the life ending part. I call mine my life list. Some of the things have specific time stamps and some do not. But why should you have one? I’m glad you asked!Continue reading
We all go through seasons of life that are great, and some that just plain stink. It’s easy to go through the good times. They’re good! But how do we break free from those not so wonderful times. I’m not talking about true tragedy or deep depression. Please, if that describes you, ask for help. I’m talking about those times where you just don’t feel like yourself. When you don’t feel inspired or motivated. Life can throw in these wrenches in from time to time and I like to be prepared. These rough patches don’t have to be debilitating, use them to grow and learn more about yourself.Continue reading
One of my smaller goals for this year is to do exactly what the title says, doing better for my skin. Why a smaller goal you may ask? Because, a lot of the time, doing better means getting better quality products which means dollar amounts higher than I’m used to. I want to do all the things that are better for my skin, especially now that I’m in my thirties (technically the beauty world says you should be using wrinkle cream in your 20s but whatever), but my budget just doesn’t allow me to completely overhaul my beauty routine with top of the line products. So, for now, I’m doing two things and today I’m sharing with you number one.Continue reading
Yesterday marked the first day of the new dance season. This season makes my eighth year as a teacher at my “dance alma mater”. I love teaching dance. This artistic expression is one of my passions in life and I get to share that with kids from ages 3-18. Three nights a week I get to train young dancers and teach them about this great art form. I also like to think I teach them a little about life as well…#lifelessonsfromMsKelly.
I teach kids from all levels of experience as a recreational dance teacher. What does that mean? It means the kids that I teach take class for fun and have a recital at the end of the year. The classes I teach are not like what you may or may not have seen on Dance Moms. My kids don’t compete, they take their time learning their end of the year routine, and are simply doing it for fun. With all of this said, there are still some things that I feel that parents and students should learn about this dance world.
My alarm clock goes off somewhere between 5:15 and 5:30 everyday. And by alarm clock, I mean Ro and/or my phone. Sometimes my phone will actually beat the little man to the punch but lately, it’s been Ro who wins. I used to get some time in the morning to myself but more often than not, I have my little buddy with me. My mornings start right away because Ro waits for no one. Changing the diaper (if he’ll let me), getting him milk, trying to make my coffee, and sometimes getting the dishwasher emptied and filled from the night before. Gav has always been a late sleeper so I can pretty much depend on him to sleep until 7:00 most mornings. But before I know it, it’s out the door we go to get to school. After drop off, it’s on to the next.
Mondays are Gymboree for Ro, Tuesdays and Fridays are workout days for me, Wednesday is small group, and Thursday is usually grocery day. Somewhere between these things and work, Ro takes a nap and I try to do house work and any orders or projects that need to be done. Unfortunately, Ro has been refusing a second one for awhile now so I haven’t been getting that extra time. Three days out of the week I work at the dance studio and then there’s tae kwon do for Gav twice a week and church activities on Sunday.
Why in the world did I tell you all this? Maybe to give myself a little perspective, maybe to cut myself a little slack? But it’s basically to say that I’ve had too many plates spinning in the air. That’s why I haven’t been able to find the time to sit here post about, well, anything! That also had a lot to do with the fact that we had a computer that was 10 years old and was slowly but surely dying before my eyes. Like seriously, that thing was on life support! This meant that any time I wanted to post something, I would need a block of about and hour just to boot the thing up and get the page open to type. Add another hour if I wanted to add pictures, which, of course, I do! But I’m happy to report that we took the plunge, made the investment, and I’m posting from my shiny, beautiful, and super fast new computer!
I’ve been feeling like I’ve been drowning in “plates” and I haven’t been able to get a balance but I’m figuring it out. I’m often asked how in the world I do it all. I don’t. Often times one thing gets sacrificed for another (a lot of times it’s the laundry because that requires climbing two sets of stairs) and that’s just how it is. Sometimes I have to sacrifice a chore and the blog because I have a deadline for a shop order. It all depends on the week but I’m starting to find a bit more of a balance. I have a fabulous new planner (thanks bestie!) that I make a point of looking at each day. I find little moments to brainstorm and have a nice list of ideas ready to go. I’ve also learned the beauty of saying no. It’s still not easy for me and I totally need to finish reading The Best Yes, but I’m working on it. I’ve picked my plates back up one at a time and they’re starting to spin again. I’m one of those people that likes to be busy, no idol time for this mama. I’m ready to get back to pouring more time into this happy little space of mine. If you’ve stuck around, you’re the best and I love you!
So, clearly there’s been a big change and I’m ridiculously excited about it! I have officially switched to WordPress, rebranded a bit and I’m so ready to get back to more consistent blogging. There are still parts of the site that aren’t quite up to par yet (oh you know, like my about page that has been MIA for about 3 months! *facepalm*) but they are coming! Now that we’ve had the chance to be in the new year for one whole week, I thought I’d take a look back and share some favorite moments from 2016 and some of the things I’m looking to accomplish in the next year.Continue reading
Somehow I’ve ended up taking a month long brake from blogging. A MONTH. And I have to say, it was much needed and accidentally came at the right time. If we’re going for complete honesty here, I was in the middle of one of those blogger identity crises where I had no idea what I was doing anymore. I loved blogging but had no idea if anyone was reading my stuff, was my stuff any good, why am I doing this, and so on and so forth. So I stopped. I stopped stressing about getting something done just to be able to push the publish button and sat back a decided to refocus.
I stopped worrying about applying for campaigns or reaching out to companies to do collaborations because, while it was really awesome to get those things, I didn’t find my voice in it. I love small shops and of course I love the companies that I applied for sponsored posts for but in all honesty, I’d just rather purchase from them, post about it if I want to and share that way.
So why even blog anymore? Because I want to share my DIYs still, I’d like to get back to that. I’m constantly crafting and I enjoy being creative. I want to keep this as a log of motherhood, especially these early stages. I want to connect with other people. That’s the exact reason I started blogging in the first place. It was my way of feeling connected to the world again after Gav was born.
Another reason this break has been a happy accident is because I have been super busy! I’ve been blessed with so many chalkboard art clients, commissioned art pieces, and photography work that something had to give. I want to share that all here as well. So I guess to some it all up, why still blog? Cuz I wanna!
There will be some changes here and there and I will be in and out. My hope is that by the new year I will have all of my ducks in a row and be ready to tackle a tight but doable schedule. This hopefully will also include a switch over to WordPress. *fingers crossed* As for now, I’ll be popping in from time to time, sharing this or that. If you have stuck around, THANK YOU! Thank you from the bottom of my heart! I pray that you will continue to visit my little corner of the web and walk with me on my journey. Want to know where you can pretty much always find me? Follow me on INSTAGRAM and say hey!
I keep typing and deleting this post 5 million times. At first, it was turning out to be a vent session but that’s just not me. As I typed up all the things on my mind, including the actual pain that is, I’m pretty sure, a cluster headache, I realized how trivial and “first world problem”-y it all was. Yeah, I have a long to do list, but I’ll get it done. It’ll all get done. So instead, I’m sharing a picture of my fun little faux pumpkin piece which is a result of my attempt to actually do things from Pinterest again. You can check out my Pinterest “bucket list” HERE.
Also, pumpkin spice glazed pepitas from Target are amazing. Run, buy some, and thank me later! Oh fall, I’m so glad you’re here! See…positivity. It’s a beautiful thing.
Happy Wednesday, y’all! Keep your heads up, praise the Lord that you’re here, and bust you way through the rest of the week. In other words…”Wake. Pray. Slay!”
I found this rock in a creek (in it’s natural state of course) while in the mountains for our anniversary trip. I’ve always been one of those kids that collected rocks. I’m not sure why, seeing as I was pretty much an indoor kid, but I’ve always been drawn to rocks, gems, and things of that nature. (No pun intended!) When I saw this one, I immediately wanted to keep it. My first thought was that it would be my prayer rock. I wanted to paint it when I got home, and it would be my physical reminder to always pray. No matter where, no matter what, just pray.
Prayer has never been something that has come easy to me but I’ve been striving to make it a common practice throughout my day. I kept it in my coat pocket the remainder of the trip and would hold onto it from time to time and rub it’s not completely smooth surface. It was kind of comforting. However, like with all things, I soon forgot about it, setting it in my side table dish. I never painted it and it became more of a memento of our trip rather than the reminder I had originally chose it to be. I still pray every day but not as often as I’d like my habit to be.
Then this Monday rolled around with a very harsh reminder of why I wanted that rock in the first place.
I received a call from my father-in-law as I was leaving the studio for the night and thought, I’ll call back once I’m on the road. I don’t get good service in here anyway. Once in the car, my mother-in-law called. This was weird so I had a feeling something was up. It was my husband, he was at the hospital after a t-bone collision, he was fine and just being checked out. They we headed there to meet him. By the absolute grace of God the accident happened to occur right in front of the main hospital in our area. He was ok and although I was worried, I wasn’t scared. I picked up Mr. G from my parents’ house and just to make sure I was safe, my mom came with me for which I am very grateful.
As we drove to the hospital, we chatted about how crappy this was but how fortunate that my husband was ok. Mr. G feel fast asleep. Accidents can always be devastating and the fact that he was fine, nothing broken, completely conscious, was beyond a blessing. We have very good insurance and all will get taken care of in time. Then we came up to the intersection where the collision had occurred and saw blue lights and a tow truck at the gas station on the corner. There was the car. But the accident hadn’t occurred like I thought it had, on the passenger side. I could tell that the driver’s side was caved in. I lost it.
He had been hit, on his side. His side. Visions of what could have happened ran through my head and I began to cry. Once I got in there, I saw my husband a got to him as fast as I could. A little blood here and there, he had scrapes on his knees and marks where he had bit his lip hard from the side air bags deploying. I didn’t want to hug him too tight for fear of any pain, so I did the best I could, shaking the whole time. Once the shock wore off, we sat calmly in the waiting room while he got checked and x-rayed. My mom and I ended up leaving before he was discharged just because Mr. G started to become restless and needed to go home. I was comfortable leaving at that point, knowing that my husband was being looked at, had his parents to drive him home, and I had seen that he was ok. Another major blessing in all this is how much support we have around us living 5 miles from the majority of our family.
Nevertheless, the next morning I saw my little rock sitting idly in my side table dish and immediately pick it up. I carried it with me everywhere and plan to continue to do so. I praise the Lord every chance I can that my husband is alive. That he was watched over and protected in so many ways from that crash. I’ve seen pictures of both cars and it’s just a miracle. Also, my husband used to drive our smaller car but we’ve since switched due to mechanical malfunctions with the seat in the big car. Basically, it won’t go up anymore so I can’t drive it anymore because I’m so short. My husband is 6′ 2″ and had he been in the smaller car, I’m not sure what I would be writing, if I’d be writing at all. God has a plan for us all. Every little detail of our lives are for a purpose. There was a reason that we hadn’t gotten the seat in the Mazda fixed yet. This was it.
Huge praises to the one that watches over us all and loves us as his children. I pray to continue to pray as much as I can, whenever I can. To pray not only when I’m upset, in distress, or simply anxious, but when I’m happy and content too. He deserves all of our praise, all of the time. For God is good all the time and all the time God is good.