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.

Project TMI

I am beyond tired.

What if instead of googling all that ails me I:

Pray more.

Love harder.

Forgive quicker.

Sit less.

Move more.

Information age…. I am over you.

Project Grocery Games

I have discovered a new talent. I can grow moldy food in a near empty refrigerator.

This post is my confession that I now gamble with our vegetables.

Depression doesn’t discriminate. Bad days can strike on a Tuesday, grocery day or your birthday. #depressionsucks #timetogoshopping #whatsmellsinhere

Project Bozley

Nothing says ‘hello’ and ‘welcome’ like a GIANT dog shoving his nose into your crotch.

Bozley is unrelenting in his pursuit to love and be loved.

I think if we all approached life a little bit more like Bozley… (but without all the butt sniffing) that maybe the world would be a much better place.

*Cheers* to welcoming our friends into our REAL lives without abandon. … even on bad days.