Simplify with Gabby

Friends/Readers/Followers, meet my dear friend Gabby. Gabby and I met when I was working at a gym teaching postnatal fitness. She had just had her youngest son who was 5 weeks early. In this particular class, I would set up stations around the room for the participants to complete different exercises while I kept the babies happy off to the side of the room. I knew Gabby and I were going to be friends when she came in to the class from this initial interaction… I introduced myself, she introduced herself and introduced me to her son, then continued to say that she would prefer I not take him out of the car seat since it was flu season and he was premature.

A momma speaking truth and not feeling shame to protect her baby – that’s a momma I want to hang with! Gabby and I have stayed friends even though we don’t live in the same town and I value her friendship so much! Gabby is real, she is raw, she is a giver, an advocate, passionate, loving, caring, thoughtful, smart, talented, she is definitely not afraid to get dirty, she is practical, she’s an adventurer, and she listens. This is a friend you want!

I asked Gabby to write something in relation to the mission of the honest truth blog, whatever was speaking to her at the moment, and she wrote about simplification. it seems so simple, but there are so many places/ways to simplify that we often over look. Read below about Gabby’s experience and feel free to comment with your simplification ideas/techniques!

xo, Jessica

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“Simplify”

Every New Year’s Eve for the past 9 years my family has gathered with 5 other families to ring in another year of life, love and community. After we put all the kids in bed, the adults gather to share their highs, lows and either a goal or word for the coming year. We’re super cool, I promise 🙂

For 2019, my goal was “intentionality” and my word was “simplify”.

For me, these two things go hand in hand. I want to take the time to enjoy this stage of life with my boys, I want to make space for my husband and I want to be able to look back and not feel like I was sinking through toddler-hood. In order to do this, I needed to simplify my life and be very intentional with my time and energy (because let’s face it, waking up at the crack of dawn ready to roll does not give one endless amounts of energy).

Emily Ley wrote in A Simplified Life that “when we pare down life to its simplest parts, we’re left with room to enjoy each other, to rest, and truly savor life with all our hearts, minds and spirits.”

When I started thinking about my goal and word for the year, I had to really think about what I wanted for myself and my life for this year. Nine months into the year, it’s still a work in progress, but this is what I’ve discovered… I want to remember this time with my boys. I want to not spend all my time cooking, cleaning and keeping our home “functional” but also need it to be “functional”…I use that word loosely as it changes based on my mood, anxiety levels and schedule for the coming days!

So if those are the things that I want, how do I make this work? Our house cannot be a disaster zone and I need time and space for myself to reclaim energy and balance. These may not be issues for you, but for me, I function best in that space.

I’m still tweaking what works for me/my family as we go, but so far, this is what I’ve found…

  • Declutter your inbox and social media and set time limits…I unfriended and unfollowed people I don’t know, don’t bring me joy, or haven’t spoken to in over 5 years. I took a couple of days to work my way through the thousands of emails hanging out in my inbox and made folders for events/topics that are important so that I can reference them quickly. I also took advantage of the Screen Time limits on my phone. It doesn’t completely stop me from aimlessly scrolling Insta, but it definitely makes me think twice about my time and I feel better when feeding my brain with interesting new things rather than other people’s pointless musings.
  • Early this spring I took part in Emily Ley’s Ruthless Declutter Challenge (after quoting her above and then noting this, I feel like I look like a huge EL fan but I have to admit, a friend recommended her challenge and I just read her book, so no worries, I haven’t gone full happy stripe just yet). Over the course of a month, I went room by room in our house and got rid of all the things that were broken, excessive, didn’t fit, etc. I took 3 separate loads of stuff to Goodwill and it felt so good. I didn’t have to worry about the boys pulling out clothes that didn’t fit and the battle to have them change into something that did, I could open our cabinets without water bottles falling out, and I knew where things were that I previously could not locate.
  • Meal prep…I need to be much better about this, but I find that our days go much smoother and I feel less stressed when I have our fruit and veggies chopped and ready to go for the day. I can then pull them out to throw in a smoothie, into a pan or straight on a plate saving me precious time during that awful 4-6pm time frame when everyone is starving and needs all the attention! Some days I prep them first thing in the morning while making breakfast, or if I’m really on my game, on Sundays for the bulk of the week.
  • Shoes by the door. This is my most recent adjustment to our life. I’m working on making the change to no shoes on in the house…we have wood floors, I feel like I sweep ALL.THE.TIME so I’m hoping this will help, and it’s just less germy. I bought a big basket from HomeGoods, all the shoes will slowly find their way in to it and there will hopefully be less searching, less throwing shoes back to their rooms, less grime all over and less sweeping! Once can hope.
  • This is a shellfish adjustment, but when I looked back over the last couple of years, I realized that I had read less than 3 books (for me, not the kids) in the past 4 years. For me, that’s ridiculous! I LOVE reading. It gives my introvert-self life. In order to pour into my family, I needed to get back to doing things for myself as well. I set another goal to read at least 12 books this year. I’m at 13 and it’s September. I feel better, I feel like I’m using my time wisely.

None of these things are completely life altering, but they are little things that I have chosen to try out. Small changes that make me feel more together and less stressed so that I can focus in on my family and remember this precious time. Now, real truth…have I been totally successful in all these things? Absolutely not. I still could put more effort into relationship with my husband and time with my boys. I decluttered my email and social media but still struggle with spending too much time on Insta/Facebook and have let my emails pile up again. I did declutter all the rooms in our house except two, life got busy and I never got back to those last two rooms. I meal prep when I can and our shoes will probably still be all over the house because I have a 2 and 4 yr old and that’s just life.  These are small things that help when I can make it happen. Do I stress when one of my systems doesn’t work quite right, sure, it’s part of my type A, enneagram 8, Myers’s Briggs J personality. But am I trying? Absolutely. Do my boys care if I’m not successful at being 100% intentional or simplify all the things…not one bit. They care if I have time to sit down and play trucks with them, run through a sprinkler or sing Blippi songs. And those are the little things I want to remember. I care and try to make things better for my family, but not at the cost of being with my family.

How have you simplified your life? What tools, tricks, tips can you share with us that might be helpful? What does intentionality mean for you? I’d love to hear what each of you are doing to be more intentional with your families and how you are simplifying your life.

 

The funny thing about social media

You know the funny thing about social media? One day I could post a sweet picture of my kids and get 100+ likes, and the very next day post something new happening with my blog and only get 2-3 likes. (those 2-3 likes are also people like my mother in law, sister in law, and mom — thanks for the support family!) Isn’t that interesting? Now I don’t know the answer here… is that people are just overwhelmed with the amount of content on the internet to read? I know my blog is not a cute picture of kids, but it is still good content (I think at least).. you just have to read it, you can’t just scroll through passively and like it. 

I have a friend who works in media marketing, and he said if he wants people to really stop and look at something he puts up a picture of kids or dogs. People seem to love kids or dogs. I don’t know why I am so surprised by this, but I am… JL

If you read my blog, or any blog/news source for that matter, and your brain starts to hurt, you should explore that a little bit. You should explore the questions and thoughts that come from reading all the material. You know how when you do a new workout, and the next day your muscles are sore.. think about your brain that way. It’s learning new things everyday, some things are worth your time and keeping them stored and others are not. You get to sift through those thoughts and decide what to keep and what to trash. 

So why do people ignore social media postings about my blog? I don’t know.. If you are afraid to click and possibly learn something new, I challenge you. CLICK THE LINK! LEARN SOMETHING NEW! If you are just not clicking because you are rolling your eyes that I have started a blog and you are mad/angry/scared that I am talking about these real raw emotions about things that are happening in our world daily to people you and I both know… then I challenge you to explore those feelings. Did you want to start a blog but you didn’t? (You should totally do it if you want to by the way.) Are you scared/mad/afraid because you want to do more but you don’t know how, and I took the leap? (You should take the leap too! Trust me, I have no clue what I am doing, I am just doing something because it feels good.) Maybe you just don’t like me or what I have to say.. and that is fine too. All I have to say to that is thank you for reading and taking the time to challenge yourself. 

It always feels better to support people in their endeavors. In the end we want everyone to be successful, right? We do not want to wish bad upon anyone. Everyone deserves a chance. 

Support your sistas in whatever they are doing.

xo, jessica

The adult toddler.

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Your adult toddler here. cheers.

I had the sweetest conversation with my 4 year old the other day. She wanted to know the stages of life, so I said, “First you’re a baby, then a toddler, then a school age kid, then a teenager, then an adult.” She said, “I can’t wait to go to kindergarten!”, and I asked, “What is mommy?” There was a long pause and she looked at me and said, “a adult toddler.” I laughed, and then I thought about it, I do feel like an adult toddler! 

As a 30 something year old I feel like I am learning about life all over again through the eyes of my children. They bring me new perspective each and every day. Some days I feel like I want to throw a tantrum, and some days I feel like I want to run and play in the dirt without a care in the world. Sometimes I feel sassy, and sometimes I just ask why. Lots and lots of why. Never to really get an answer, and only to continue to ask why. I often want to go to bed at 730PM and not wake up until 6AM, and I never want to eat my vegetables. (Cereal every meal would be my jam.)

I am re-learning how to manage my emotions because after becoming a parent and turning 30, I have new emotions I have never had to manage before. I am learning how to communicate all over again, to my children, to people in my life, and to my husband. We all evolve and change over time, and sometimes you just need to re-calibrate, and that is where I am. Re calibrating. Very much like an adult toddler would. 

I am not an all know-er — I am a learner, which is probably why I am feeling like I am back in a toddler state. Learning new things as I am getting older and figuring out this new life as parents. Figuring out how to be married as parents. Figuring out how to be me as a parent. I guess my next stage would be a school age kid! Perhaps my 40s will be all about being a school aged kid all over again! 

Thank you for the perspective sweet daughter of mine. You are right. I am an adult toddler. 

xo, jessica 

LOVE DOWN IN THE DEPTHS.

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I have something really scary and sort of controversial to share with you. I was enjoying a dinner with some friends the other evening and the KKK was active in broad daylight 2 blocks away. My mind was completely blown, and honestly I don’t know why. I have seen this on the news, that they are alive and active, but this was happening right in front of me. RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES! It is unbelievable that that is still happening, still active, still alive. As I am writing this I am processing for the thousandth time, and I still have no words. 

This is all I can say… I cannot control others. I cannot control what other people believe. I cannot control actions other people choose to take. I cannot change them. Arguing will not change their views. Protesting against them will not change their views or their actions. Anger does not change people. I CAN control my actions. I CAN control how I live my life and how I model someone who loves others. I CAN control what I say. I CAN control conversations with people I speak to on a daily basis to make them think about their actions and thought process toward other people. I CAN control who I interact with, and it is worth interacting with those who may think differently than you. I CAN teach others how to love everyone. 

You can choose to love everyone. Even the person who gives you the bird in traffic, love them. Even the person who talks crap about you at work behind your back, love them. Even the KKK marching for what they believe to be true, love them. [You don’t have to believe what they believe, but you can share a piece of what it feels like to be loved in hopes that they might share love with all people.]

People deserve love.

People deserve love.

You deserve love.

Choose to spread love. We are all here together. Let’s work on loving one another. 

xo, Jessica

Summer time is the fun time.

Friends, Followers, Everyone — this summer was hard. Like real hard. I struggled with my kids being home FULL TIME. Any breaks were with a scheduled babysitter or 4 random weeks of camp. There were a total of 12 summer weeks. (If you do the math, that’s 8 full weeks at home with ME! Approximately 56 days… but who’s counting.)  I know I should be talking about how blissful and non structured and amazing it was to have my kids home and do fun things… but it wasn’t. I was paralyzed. Like, I couldn’t think of anything fun to do. Anxiety took me over. If you have never had something like this, it is awful. Down right uncontrollably awful. My body was exhausted. Anything the kids did set me off. I felt chained to my children. I couldn’t do anything. 

If you know me, you know I like to go and do things typically at a quick pace because well, I have a to do list to complete. With kids, just throw the to do list out the window and count anything crossed off a major accomplishment. 

Let me add a disclaimer in here: I love my children. Like down right lovveeee them. Honestly, I think that is part of my anxiety, I want so much for them that I get lost in how to help them/teach them/show them how to experience life. They are good kids, and I know that. They are smart, and adventurous, and above everything they love me. Which means they save their crazy for me, because they feel safe to be their craziest selves with me. 

It was getting to the point where the best times in my day were when my kids were sleeping. That is NOT the mom I want to be. I want to enjoy my kids when they are wide awake enjoying life. But anxiety doesn’t let that happen. It seeps into your core being, it stops you dead in your tracks. It sucks the energy from your body. It makes you feel like you are drowning in the day to day, you can’t think outside of right now. The toddler tantrum, makes you feel out of control and just piles on to the other toddler tantrums that started at 5AM and you feel like you are carrying a huge weight on your back. There is no ability to let anything go. Everything is a big deal. The poop diaper you now have to change as you are walking out the door to try and be somewhere on time.. also a burden. The 4 year old sassiness in the middle of the day, that you just have to walk away because it’s too much to handle… also adding to the weighted backpack. By the time 530PM rolls around and “dada” comes home, I am so worn down I just want to slip away on the couch and veg out to a show. But parenting doesn’t allow that, you are all in all the time… plus I typically still have work to do that I didn’t finish during the day [because nap time didn’t go as planned] and it has a deadline. –Oh yeah I still work during the summer even though the kids are home.–

Anxiety. It seeks out the fun and energy and eats it right out of you. Anxiety. It takes away the ability to see the joy. It takes the ability to see the sunshine. It takes all your time. all your energy. all your being. 

I hate feeling this way. I hate that anxiety has this power over me. I hate that I feel like I miss out because I am overrun with this feeling. 

Summer was hard. But today, when I sent my kids to school.. they said they would miss me, and that they had fun with me this summer. That looming guilt cloud was just pushed away for good. They will remember all the things we did: picnics, water table fun, splash parks, play dates, day trips, they won’t remember that mom maybe wasn’t so nice all the time, or that mom maybe wasn’t so full of energy, or that mom sat around a lot, or that mom cried, or that mom felt weighted down. 

I’m sorry if you also battle this crazy thing called ANXIETY. It’s not easy, but you aren’t alone. 

xo, Jessica