Pensive Procrastination

I never expected blogging every day to be so dang hard! That's not true, I knew that writing every day would take time and effort but I did think that I would sit down every time and draw a complete blank. Oddly the boys have been napping pretty well so most days I've had the opportunity to actually get something written. Tomorrow is my youngest's birthday party, so between having a client in the morning and the party right after I'm not sure I will have time to blog- but dangit, I will try! Have you guys ever realized how life changing taking time to breathe can be? When I finished that paragraph above I was still drawing a blank so I decided to slow myself down, pray and breathe. When I first started my counselling degree I was a little bit weary of the whole CBT/deep breathing thing- which is kind of hilarious because the efficacy of both are proven time and again. I felt like I would basically be trying to pull the wool over my own eyes. It felt like internally I

This will be a short blog for a variety of reasons. The first being that my youngest seems to have decided that napping is beneath him, though he could have fooled me with his eye rubbing and hair rubbing he was doing earlier. The hopes are that he will fall asleep without waking up his older brother, but I'm feeling a bit pessimistic so it doesn't feel very likely at this moment. I'm not sure if any other moms out there reading this feel this but I get quite a bit of anxiety when my kids don't nap. Someone that I follow on Instagram (Anna Mathur) recently wrote a book where she addresses this in a chapter. I will buy the book if only to learn a bit more about myself and my anxiety around naps and how the heck to deal with it! I know that part of it is that I'm an introvert and this afternoon nap is the one time of day where I don't have someone constantly asking for my attention or literally attached to me. I had no idea how much I valued my personal space un

I'm really hoping that every day I start one of these blogs it doesn't start with me saying something along the lines of, "This has been a really tough one to start." Each morning I wake up pondering what I can write that day in the blog. Perhaps this would have been an easier endeavour had our youngest continued to sleep solidly through the night. However, after a week and a half of him having no problem sleeping through the night we have slipped back into him waking up 2-3 times the past two nights and it is getting to me. You forget how wonderful a solid block of sleep is until you have it again. That is probably however just a lovely excuse I want to give myself because I have absolutely no idea what to say and to be quite honest after reading through my last two posts I'm wondering if there's even any point in my trying to say anything at all. We're often our worst critics and because I know what I was thinking as I wrote and what I was really hop

I sat down after typing out that blog yesterday and tried to come up with some ideas to help me out on this 40 day writing challenge of torture and I drew an utter and complete blank. Which, while not encouraging, was just another push for me to continue to do this. In order for writing and thinking "like a writer" to become natural for me again I need to start integrating it into my day again. I went back and read a few older blogs which was equally fun, encouraging and cringe-worthy. Just in spending that little bit of time yesterday writing it got me excited. I felt more myself in some ways than I had in a while. I felt...jazzed? I'm not sure why that was the first word that came to mind, but it was, so I'm sticking with it. I felt a bit like I had a runners high...adrenaline was coursing through my veins. "I'm the king of the world! Whooohoo!" I shouted internally. In reality it just meant that when my sons woke up from their nap I was actually ene

Hello Everyone! I have been trying to think up a stupendous idea for my first blog post on here in a while. However, the more I thought, the less ideas I had...and the less ideas I had the more overwhelmed I got and the less I felt like actually starting this again. So, this will not be the most inspiring thing you have ever read but at least it's here! For the past two years I have arrived in January and thought, "If I do one thing this year it's going to be to write more. Who care what it is- I'm just going to write...everyday!" Then when I finally sat to breathe during nap times or the end of the day the last thing I felt like doing was writing. I have so many ideas as to why this is but it all ends up in the same place I just wasn't "inspired". Yet, I truly miss writing and I think that I have not only gotten out of the habit but also I'm a bit rough with it now. I'm sure it's akin to any other skill- when you stop doing it as much