I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to confront only the essential facts of life, and to see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
I recently finished a book by Brene Brown titled, DaringGreatly.
It really moved me, and I am definitely still processing it.
At the beginning of the book I wasn’t resonating deeply with
the topic of vulnerability, as most people will tell you I am an “open book”. I will answer most questions without holding
back and love to deep dive into good conversation. However, what I came to realize through her
many examples is that we all wrestle with vulnerability, guilt and shame
throughout this book even if is more momentary than constant. I gleaned SO MUCH from this book that I did
not anticipate, and I thought I would share this Parenting Manifesto that she put
right at the end of the book. I am printing
it and framing it for our nursery, as I think it communicates some deep parts
of my heart cry for parenting my kiddos well.
I hope this resonates with someone else as much as it did with me.
I needed these words to remind me that parenting is not a checklist, it is a lifestyle. …
We had another baby in May (SO much more on that later) and blogging has obviously taken a back seat, but I am still reading for pleasure and have managed, in my sons first four months of life, to complete these 8 books! Y'all, I remember a time when even completing 2 books a year would have sincerely sounded daunting, much less with a newborn. If you want to read more, you can find the time! Take stock of your days and see where you are wasting hours. For some of these, I listened to the audio book while I was pumping or watering the garden.
Rather than give you an individual breakdown of each of these books, I just want to report I found them all incredibly enjoyable. A total cross section of a food memoir to a psychology deep dive to nature centric novels, I would recommend them all in different capacities.
I have felt compelled to write about something lately, and been shying away from it, which is not my typical style. As I look back over my life, I have recently realized that I finally feel like "enough". I know my worth is in the Lord and I know I am beautiful and worth people's time, but that has not always been my story. Far too often from the ages of 12 to 30, I defined my worth by whether someone was interested in dating me or not and after I got married, whether people "liked me" and wanted to be my friend or to hire me. Was I pretty enough? Interesting enough? Worth someone's time? Talented enough? Smart enough? etc...
Recently, as pictures pop up in my Timehop (an app that shows pictures taken the same day as far back as it can reach through social media and the camera roll on my phone), I distinctly remember feeling like I was either fat or unattractive in most pictures. I remember being embarrassed of my pants size. I remember wearing to…