Project Rolling Stop

The police just followed me home…

I may or may not be guilty of an occasional rolling stop….

Because I am an adult, I occasionally have to do stuff and things. Too much stuff and things results in necessary hibernation. I may need a tutorial on balance…. I have no idea what I am doing!

Project Wrestle

So, I thought it was about time that I share that I am a pro wrestler.

Some days I wrestle with whether or not I should wear pants.

Some days I wrestle with whether or not icing is a food group.

Some days I wrestle with whether or not it is ok to binge watch ‘The Office’ instead of laundry.

This is real life people!

All joking aside, I do wrestle daily with how I should spend my time. I want to make each moment count and at the end of the day I want my God to smile down on my choices. And on rough days I know that no matter what I do or don’t do… I am loved.

Project Fierce

Watching America’s Next Top Model (any season) is the surefire prescription for all that ails you.

I am not going to lie… our family and extended family has taken a few hits lately. This could have devastated me. It didn’t.

I thank Tyra Banks and ANTM for getting me through those moments when I was tired beyond words. Here are a few things I learned:

Be you. You is beautiful.
When you show up, give your best.
Being broken down is beautiful.
Be Fierce.

Project Jenga

Do you ever feel like your life is a game of Jenga? Some days, things fall apart.

I guess the beauty of this thing called life is that every day is a do over.

Project Flintstone

I thought I should confess that I am failing at vitamins.

I should also confess that I have to smuggle vegetables into my own food. Also, Kale is evil.

I miss the days of popping a cherry flavored Fred Flinststone vitamin and feeling healthier for it. That was the life.

Project Junk in the Trunk

According to today’s body norms, my booty is fashionable. Yay.

In water I float. On land I am grounded. In life, I am both.

“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” Psalm 46:1

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Project Bad Words

I don’t say bad words. I don’t even think in ‘bad words’.

Life. Life needs some bad words sometimes. Sometimes life is just hard. Regular words don’t always express the depth, width and height of emotions.

Things have been tough lately… So here is me letting off some steam and saying bad words… enjoy!

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Project S’OK

I am still learning the art of self-soothing.

“S’ok …..” *deep breath in* HOLD *deep breath out*

“S’ok” *relaxes shoulder and neck muscles* *deep belly breathes*.

“S’ok” *thinks about eating an entire bag of Doritos*…

It is ok to not be ok.

Project Naked

My first blog post included a list of non-negotiables on how I cope with my depression. I thought in the interest of full transparency I should tell you how it is going.

I picked up my child from school wearing pyjama bottoms more than once this week.
I forgot to brush my teeth and went out repeatedly without combing my hair.
I slept in my makeup 3+ times.
I did NOT do laundry.
I did NOT grocery shop.
I did NOT prepare fabulous meals for my family.

Things I did right:

I laughed every single day.

I loved my God, my family and my friends fiercely and unashamedly in spite of the aforementioned list.