A few months ago, I read Gretchen Rubin's The Happiness Project and was inspired by her journey towards happiness. Gretchen spends a year dedicated to happiness by diving into a set of new years resolutions. As she strives to meet her goals, she creates a list of her own personal commandments that help her along the way.
I was so inspired by her project that I've decided to start my own personal version, to help me meet some goals and to become an all around happier, and better, person. I'll be sharing my resolutions in the coming weeks but in the meantime I have written my own list of "commandments" or mantras that I plan to use to keep me on track (some of them I borrowed from Gretchen, some just came to me):
1. Do it now (don't put it off)
2. Be Rachel
3. There is only love
4. No fear
5. Listen
6. Believe in myself
7. Have fun
8. Let it go
9. Ask for what I want
10. Enjoy the process
To make your own list of personal commandments, check out this article on Gretchen's Happiness Project site.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Friday, December 30, 2011
unstuck.
At my worst (and sometimes at my best) I can be a terrible procrastinator. Tonight I am working on a big order that could have been done in small parts throughout the week, but I chose to relax, wallow in some sadness I've been feeling, sleep, try to maintain order in my house. And it got me singing to myself - glue. stuck to my shoe.
So tonight I cut ten sets of teeth, eyes and claws and got myself unstuck. I figured I may as well get my blog unstuck while I was at it. This month has been a roller coaster of social events, fun outings with friends, quality time with family, shopping, wrapping, decorating, playing and lots of working. And my blog got pushed to the bottom of my to-do list. It's back up at the top! I have so many things I want to write about, and they will be written soon.
In the meantime, I'm putting up a little plaque that my grandparents got me for Christmas. It reads: Every day a new story begins. I can't wait to share my stories with you as the new year unfolds.
P.S. "Glue. Stuck to my shoe." are lyrics written by Tori Amos, my hero.
So tonight I cut ten sets of teeth, eyes and claws and got myself unstuck. I figured I may as well get my blog unstuck while I was at it. This month has been a roller coaster of social events, fun outings with friends, quality time with family, shopping, wrapping, decorating, playing and lots of working. And my blog got pushed to the bottom of my to-do list. It's back up at the top! I have so many things I want to write about, and they will be written soon.
In the meantime, I'm putting up a little plaque that my grandparents got me for Christmas. It reads: Every day a new story begins. I can't wait to share my stories with you as the new year unfolds.
P.S. "Glue. Stuck to my shoe." are lyrics written by Tori Amos, my hero.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
love this holiday
Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. Just food and family, plus the whole world seems to shut down just for that one day.
This Thanksgiving was strange because my family postponed the feast until Friday so that my sister, a nurse, could be there to join us. So, Jeremiah and I planned our own small feast, just the three of us. Jeremiah whipped up my very favorite - an italian dish that melts in your mouth made with penne pasta, spinach, marinara, garlic, white wine, romas, cream, and crushed red pepper. Oh my.
A day with the two loves of my life.
The three of us ate by candlelight, mid-afternoon.
The next day we packed up the van and headed for my parent's home to eat a traditional Thanksgiving meal, turkey and all the fixins. My parents always make a special vegetarian version of their stuffing, which I love and always look forward to. Thanksgiving felt complete with all of us together and stuffing ourselves until we needed to nap!
We had so much fun this weekend, I am sad to see it end.
This Thanksgiving was strange because my family postponed the feast until Friday so that my sister, a nurse, could be there to join us. So, Jeremiah and I planned our own small feast, just the three of us. Jeremiah whipped up my very favorite - an italian dish that melts in your mouth made with penne pasta, spinach, marinara, garlic, white wine, romas, cream, and crushed red pepper. Oh my.
A day with the two loves of my life.
The three of us ate by candlelight, mid-afternoon.
The next day we packed up the van and headed for my parent's home to eat a traditional Thanksgiving meal, turkey and all the fixins. My parents always make a special vegetarian version of their stuffing, which I love and always look forward to. Thanksgiving felt complete with all of us together and stuffing ourselves until we needed to nap!
We had so much fun this weekend, I am sad to see it end.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
sunrise
We've been witnessing a lot of sunrises lately. That is, Ammy and me.
And it's not just the time change, she has not been sleeping much between teething and growth spurts and god knows what else that has been plaguing her. For someone with so many troubles, she sure is a happy kid.
It's getting colder out there, the wind has been blowing and I'm just so not down with that, so we stay inside.
But this is Colorado, so we still get those 60 degree, sun shining, WARM fall days, and we soak it up like it's the last time because it just might be (at least until March). The birds are migrating and flying over us in noisy groups - Amelie loves this.
A couple of baby aspens that my parents gave us are now safe at home in our backyard.
Ammy and her dada enjoy time together on the weekends while I work on hoodies and try to write a novel (November is National Novel Writing Month - I totally recommend giving it a shot if you've ever wanted to write a book but need the pressure of a deadline to get anything done).
To celebrate the upcoming one year anniversary of my shop, I'm offering 10% off everything through December 18. To get this deal, use the coupon code HOLIDAYS at check out.
Before Ammy was born, I hardly ever saw the sunrise. In that old life (it seems so distant now) I was so purposeful, every moment of my morning routine was efficient and full, sleeping til the last minute, hurriedly getting ready for the work day. Now I wake to my girl calling out for "mama!", her arms reaching out for me to lift her out of her crib, her excitement to go "stairs!" and see "Neenee!" (our cat Beanie) and all the while the sun just barely peering over the horizon.
And it's not just the time change, she has not been sleeping much between teething and growth spurts and god knows what else that has been plaguing her. For someone with so many troubles, she sure is a happy kid.
It's getting colder out there, the wind has been blowing and I'm just so not down with that, so we stay inside.
But this is Colorado, so we still get those 60 degree, sun shining, WARM fall days, and we soak it up like it's the last time because it just might be (at least until March). The birds are migrating and flying over us in noisy groups - Amelie loves this.
A couple of baby aspens that my parents gave us are now safe at home in our backyard.
Ammy and her dada enjoy time together on the weekends while I work on hoodies and try to write a novel (November is National Novel Writing Month - I totally recommend giving it a shot if you've ever wanted to write a book but need the pressure of a deadline to get anything done).
To celebrate the upcoming one year anniversary of my shop, I'm offering 10% off everything through December 18. To get this deal, use the coupon code HOLIDAYS at check out.
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| Teeth, claws and eyes for thirteen monsters |
Before Ammy was born, I hardly ever saw the sunrise. In that old life (it seems so distant now) I was so purposeful, every moment of my morning routine was efficient and full, sleeping til the last minute, hurriedly getting ready for the work day. Now I wake to my girl calling out for "mama!", her arms reaching out for me to lift her out of her crib, her excitement to go "stairs!" and see "Neenee!" (our cat Beanie) and all the while the sun just barely peering over the horizon.
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