Has someone ever said to you that you have to love yourself before you can love someone else; or even before you can accept someone else’s love? I have heard that many times before, but never really understood how one was to do that. It’s not like you hear someone say that to you, and then suddenly you just love yourself.
Tag: self love
When I went back to work after having my second daughter recently, I thought that I could jump back in where I left off without consequence. I mean, I have done this job for years and years and of course nothing has changed. But everything had changed. I had a second baby 6 years apart
I love when fellow bloggers give us a glimpse into their lives so I thought I’d share a little about me. Since I love lists, get to know me in list form! We’ve established that I love lists. I love lists so much that each year I set a reading goal for the year and
Society makes it hard to find the right words to describe ourselves without sounding “into” ourselves, cocky, arrogant, and just too proud. I think for a lot of people, saying good things about ourselves feels awkward. And accepting compliments is the same. But it shouldn’t be that way.
I went out last weekend. My ALONE weekend without my boys. When I left the house, I wasn’t feeling particularly social, but I thought it would be good for me. It was time to stop pacing and looking at pictures of the boys and get out. So I went to a fabulous party. There
No, I do not want to build a snow man. I just…No. Ugh. I shouldn’t complain, but I’ve been so spoiled with this lovely “Springmas” we’ve been having. And when you’re spoiled that makes reality that much harder. So this morning, I grumbled as I dug out my boots and gloves, grabbed a shovel and
There was a time when I felt naked without earrings. That time was this morning, to be exact. Home-based baby activities may not really be conducive to wearing sparkly, dangly things, but I still rarely leave the house without embellished ears. I have this one pair of earrings that has become special. Whereas countless other
Not too long ago, my oldest turned four. I’ve been anxiously awaiting the so-called behavior “transformation” that quite a few other mom friends have promised talked about. Supposedly it comes with leaving the terrible three’s behind (oh boy if you think two is a challenge…) and moving on up to four-year-old-hood. Yes, of course I understand
On Sunday, I took my daughter to get her first real haircut. And by real, I mean I paid someone who was not related to her to cut her bangs. It was just too hot to deal with her squirming around, with me trying not to blind her with the scissors. So we made the
