Why I blog?

Why I blog?

Pushing myself through the doorway

When I was younger, the one question I hated most in the world was, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”  I have always envied those who knew, from a young age, what they wanted to be. From the outside in, it looked as though someone whispered in their ears as to their future jobs and they hit the ground running—in second grade, nonetheless. That has never been me. My mother called me an independent, free-spirit. Instead of preschool, I did gymnastics because the teacher said I had too much energy and already knew what I needed to know for kindergarten. I never wanted to be married, have kids or settle down. When I met Adam, he changed my heart and less than five months later we were engaged. Now, 12 years later with four kids, a one-eyed cat and a home on wheels, I’m back as a little girl wondering what I want to be when I grow up. My kids are all entering school and, after 10 years of being a full-time mom with babies at home, I’m freaking out!

“Idle hands are the devil’s work.” This phrase has always haunted me. My husband says I don’t know how to rest and that being still is like having coffee with no caffeine…don’t even get me started!! Why would I waste hours of my day lounging and watching reality TV when I could get something done, check something off my list, and feel accomplished with my day. That’s how motherhood worked for me—places needed to be explored, things needed to be learned, and common sense needed to be taught. Don’t get me wrong—my job is far from over, but now I will have many hours of freedom and you can only clean 350 ft.² so many times. After sharing my anxiety with a dear friend, she asked me, “ What do you want to do with your life?”  Without hesitation, I quickly blurted out, “I just want to encourage people through my failures.” But that’s not the job, is it?

Here on this blog, I will start. I will share the life lessons I have learned, I am currently learning, or am too thick-headed to grasp yet. I will share stories of those who inspire, challenge and move my heart to new perspectives and new understandings (Want to share? I’m all ears). I will give you a sneak peek into tiny-living in less than 350 sqft. with four kids, the challenge of choosing joy as a pessimist, and how we find adventure in the everyday. I hope you will laugh with us when we fail gloriously, dance along when as we have adventures, but most of all, I hope you feel encouraged that you are not alone, that your voice matters, and recognize that we can all learn from each other if we are looking for the lesson.



P.S. If you see a job posting for an over-caffeinated woman who keeps it real and likes to encourage, let me know!


“You’ll learn, as you get older

 that rules are made to be broken. Be bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.” 
― Mandy Hale,