First of all, thank you, thank you, thank you for all your support with the publication of my book, Hey Cupcake. Your support was overwhelming. I truly appreciate it.
I had the opportunity this weekend to attend a friend’s funeral. It was a beautiful reminder of how precious life is. It has led me to think about the life of my brother in law, Geoff. I remember a time when he was really sick with cancer, close to the end. Geoff had cancer in his throat, so talking was extremely challenging. I was alone with him for a short time and he asked me for help. He went to lay down and I was able to give him a blanket and bring him some tissues. That quick moment means so much to me. It was such a small and simple act, barely worth noticing, but I was so happy to have even that opportunity to serve him. And what made it all the more meaningful because, despite how hard it was to speak, he told me thank you. And the night before he passed he gave me a “Bye Kenna.” I will always remember that moment because his words were few and precious at that time. He gave me a wonderful gift of saying goodbye.
I didn’t intend to, but here I sit with tears running down my face. Like I said, life is precious and so are my family and friends. Let’s make today and this week a great one. Challenges come, days can be hard, life is stressful. But there is so much good in life. We can still be happy through our sufferings. We can find peace and love. We might have to look hard and get creative but it’s there. There is good all around us, just like Geoff telling me thank you and goodbye.
I hope we can all find the good this week and remember how precious life is.
Guess what? I have big, Big, BIG news. My book, that I have been working on publishing, is now available on Amazon!
Hey Cupcake is a chapter book for young readers. It’s about four cousins who enter a baking competition together. After a disagreement they decide to enter separately. But after struggling on their own they put their differences aside and work together to create amazing cupcakes worthy of a blue ribbon.
This book was so fun to write. I used experiences that my daughter had with her cousins as inspiration. My whole family is in the book with my Lucy being one of the main characters.
Check it out and buy a copy, or two, on Amazon. I also have an ebook version. Find it here:
I hope you enjoy my book!
Happy Labor Day! How are you today? I hope you’re enjoying a day off. My kids were asking the origins of Labor Day. We thought it was a day when the farmers were done with the harvest and took a day before sending their kids off to school. It was actually that the trade unionists proposed that a day be set aside to celebrate labor. But, we talked about school and how it used to start after Labor Day and how we didn’t get a fall break. I told the kids about when I lived in Idaho and we didn’t have spring break we had spud harvest. We took a week off school in the fall so the farmers could harvest their potatoes. I told my kids about how I remember going through the potato fields after it was harvested and picked up potatoes that were missed. I remember my mom telling me to put a potato down because it wasn’t a potato, it was a rock. To this day I believe it was a potato but my mom only wanted the big ones and wasn’t interested in the rock sized ones.
It’s funny the things we remember. Sometimes we have a good experience and I hope my children will remember it. And sometimes I blow my top over something they did, something probably minor, and hope that they will forget it happened.
We were talking today about Halloween and remembering the different costumes we have been. One year Damon and I dressed up as Jack and Wendy from the Jack in the Box and Wendy’s restaurants. Those were great costumes. One year Damon was a whoopee cushion but he does not remember it at all! Memories are funny.
I think one of the most important things for us to remember is that we are loved and we are not alone. There are so many people out there who care about us. Me. You. I hope on your hard days you can remember that. Remember that I love you and care about you. Remember that you are of worth. Remember that you are not alone.
“When it’s within our power to give love, we should never withhold it.”
I’m using this quote in reference to ourselves. How often do you find yourself not loving yourself? I find myself doing this all too often. Loving yourself can be hard to do when you’re too hard on yourself. But what’s the solution? How do you find the balance between healthy motivation and being outright unkind to yourself? This is a balance I can’t seem to get right. When should I push myself to do more and when should I be more forgiving?
Today’s one of those days where I just can’t forgive myself for the lack of all the things I should be doing. I’m trying to tell myself to take a day and get back to work tomorrow. It’s hard. I just don’t want to do anything. And I can’t make myself push through. So, I pulled out my favorite book and have been reading all day. Let’s hope tomorrow is better. I did get a new outfit I ordered in the mail today. That’s motivation to at least get dressed!
I’m not trying to be down, just trying to be real. We all have days. We all need to show more love to ourselves. So, feel free to have left overs for dinner and give yourself time with your favorite outlet. I know I am.
Have a good week and be kind to yourself.
How was your weekend? Mine was pretty great. The kids had early release on Friday so we headed to the lake. We bought a wake surf board for the kids and it was so fun seeing them learn something new. And I drove the boat! By myself. Without help. That’s a big thing for me. Trying something new. Learning to do something that always scared me.
I’ve never liked new things. I have a mindset (an incorrect mindset) that I can’t do anything. Without knowing I was doing it, that was always the story I told myself. “I can’t do that.” Well, it’s not true. I can do it. And you can do it. We can do whatever we choose to do.
One of my boys tells himself the same thing. “I can’t do that” “I’m not good at that” “somebody else is way better than me”. I’m realizing that those are just stories, things we tell ourselves. The truth is, I can do that. I am good at that. So what if someone is better, I can do it too.
As I learn this I hope to teach my son. Or maybe, I’m learning it by teaching him. He’s trying out for the volleyball team this week, or at least says he is. It’s something I never would have done as a kid. Stuff like that terrified me. I hope he does. Even if he doesn’t get on the team, I hope he tries out. We all have to try new things, as scary as it can be. It takes courage and bravery. We might not feel courageous at the moment. But to me, courage means doing something even when you think you can’t. Being brave to me means trying regardless of the outcome.
Let’s be brave. Let’s be courageous. What’s something that you would like to do but have never felt brave enough? Maybe, it’s talking to someone new. Maybe, it’s forgiving someone. Maybe, it’s learning how to drive a boat.
You are braver than you think! Don’t forget it.
Hi. How are you? How are you really doing?
The more I talk to people and get to know them, the more I realize that everybody has a story. Everyone has their own life story that is filled with struggles and heartache and pain and joy and happiness and love. Standing on the outside we only see the tiniest fraction of who they really are. We see what we choose to see and what they choose to share. We interpret what we see in a way that we choose, which is usually not the truth, or only a part of it.
I had a high school friend tell me recently that she had no idea the internal battle I struggled with in high school. She just always thought I was nice and calm. In reality I was close to the breaking point almost every single day. It took all I had to hold myself together and get through the day.
Another friend recently commented on how put together I always look. I might look that way on the outside but I’m really a mess.
Isn’t that how we all are? We all have our struggles and challenges that we are living with. We all have our flaws and broken hearts. We also have our own personal source of strength. Our own talents and dreams. We can look at someone and choose to only see them one way. Or we can look at someone and say to ourselves, “what’s their real story?”
I believe as we start asking ourselves what someone’s story is we will start to see them in a different light. In a better light that illuminates and brightens and makes whole. We can learn to see the complete person.
When we see the complete person we can act with more sympathy and kindness towards them. In doing so we will strengthen our relationships and become stronger, better people.
I truly believe that each one of us has a story waiting to be shared. I hope we can be the type of people who are ready to listen to that story.
Have a wonderful week!
Today was my kids’ first day back at school. They are in 8th, 6th, 4th and our baby turned two on Friday! I have mixed feelings about them going back to school. On one hand, I enjoy them being home. On the other hand, it’s nice to have a schedule and structure. I also like seeing them learn and grow. One things for sure, Calvin did not like saying good bye to them this morning. He wanted to go with them.
As a kid I always hated starting a new school year. I was so painfully shy. Being put into any type of social situation was torture for me. Thankfully, I have for the most part overcome that. I still get nervous in social situations but over the years I’ve forced myself out of my comfort zone. I remember one day coming home from church and thinking how much I hate feeling left out. All it took was one person to reach out to me and my fears would subside and I could function so much better in social settings. The problem was that very seldom did someone reach out to me. It hit me that if I wanted to make changes I couldn’t wait for someone else to do it. I also realized that there are probably other people out there who felt the same way I did. So, I decided to put a smile on my face, look people in the eye, and say “hello”. It was painful at first but after years of faking it I can finally greet someone without being afraid.
Being scared is just awful. It’s taken me a long time to find my courage and to not be so scared. The thing is there are many people out there who are scared, or sad, or lonely, or struggling and we never know what someone else is going through. I try to remember that when I do feel scared and that gives me the push I need to reach out when I really want to hide.
If you are going back to school or your children are, good luck. I hope this school year is great for everyone who is in school or not. And I hope non of us feels we need to hide. Have a wonderful week.