A New View At Life

IMG_3497Almost a year ago I had an epiphany of sorts. I will blame it on the whole ‘turning 40‘ thing. I took a big step back and really analyzed where I was in my life, what I wanted and where I wanted to go. This ordeal sent my mind spinning in crazy directions, leaving me truly wondering what did I want? It was at that moment I decided to walk away.

Now, any of you that know me realize I do not do change well. I stayed at the crappiest job ever for 12 years because the thought of change scared me more than the toxic people I worked with. After much prayer and a gift from God, I was able to leave that job for a new one I truly loved. Fast forward two years and change would have its way with me again as we up and moved from Chicago to the grand ole state of Texas. New town, new state, knowing no one. I couldn’t even get to the grocery store without my navigation in my car. But I trudged on and am now getting quite familiar with this new land and have been able to do so without relying solely on Google Maps. Yeah me!

I tackled turning 40 with my bestie by taking a girls surfing trip to Barbados. It was amazing; the food, the surf, the stories – oh the stories! I think this picture sums it up quite well.

IMG_2633Now Kat, weren’t you talking about walking away? Yes, yes I was. I decided in my pre-midlife crisis moment to walk away from writing. This included my blog, Blissfully Domestic, my journal and every other writing platform I was working on or posting to. Seems easy I know, but when something has been a part of your life for eight years it is hard to walk away. Through writing and blogging I have made fierce life long friendships, I have met amazing people, been inspired over and over again, have finally been among people that ‘get’ me – how could I walk away from everything I loved and cherished. These guys.

IMG_1862And Hubby, I can’t forget Hubby. I had caught myself one too many times saying, “Just give me a minute to finish this up” and “Can you please quiet down? Mommy need to get her work/writing/post done“. I was actually convicted by Monkey who said, “I know Mom, you always say that.” Whoa. THAT is not what I wanted to hear. I didn’t want them to remember me as some crazy haired person hiding behind a laptop. I wanted them to remember me; that I spent time with them, was fully present in their lives, that I cared about them more than the internet, that I loved them with all my heart and soul.

So after a heart to heart with Hubby and his assurance that the world would go on if I didn’t blog, I took a break. To say it was easy would be a big fat lie. I was like an addict – “If I just quick put up this haiku I just wrote people wouldn’t forget about me, maybe if I do just one more 100 Words….” The list went on and on. I made a conscious effort to leave my laptop out of plain sight. I actually hid it in my closet. Pathetic, I know. But I missed it. I still miss it. But by walking away for a bit it made me realize how much time I was truly spending on it. Time that I could never get back with my family.

So now our family rule is no laptops after dinner. Internet time has been replaced with mandatory family snuggle time on the couch. And even though it is cramped and squishy and full of boy madness, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. But I am trying to find a way write more. Because life has to be about balance right?


Hold On to Your Rabbit’s Foot – We’re Cerlebrating 13!

Once upon a time there was a girl, let’s call her lassie

She was dreaming of a lad who could be a bit sassy

She always drifted towards those spunky wild ones

For they of course, knew how to have the most fun!

And then one day HE came into her sight

This skater punk surfer suited her just right

He told her “The seat to the left is for you”

And from that night their true love grew

They went to their homeland once they were married

And over the threshold he graciously carried

Soon they doubled their numbers and doubled the love

Each little lad was truly, a blessing from above

They have seized the ups, they have tackled the downs

They have mastered the giggles and conquered the frowns

They fill their house with love and joy

For that is the life when you live life with boys!

And while some say the luck of thirteen is not good

I’ll grab my rabbit’s foot and knock on wood.

Happy thirteenth anniversary to my best friend and partner in crime. I am forever grateful for your love and friendship and ability to tolerate all the craziness that embodies me. I love you WAMHAS!!

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

In honor of Hubby’s and my anniversary I am posting one of my favorite songs. It makes me cry every time. Oh alright, I know I cry at everything but still! There’s some sentiment here. And while it is not your typical sappy love song, it embraces the depth of my love.

Happy Anniversary Hubby!

30 days of honesty: day seven

Someone Who Has Made Your Life Worth Living For

Again, I could easily sum this up in two words: my boys.  I have always wanted to be a mother. As a child, I could not wait for the day that I would have my own little bundle of joy. Well, I was blessed with not one, but two bundles of boyous joy. Yep, I live in the world of Legos, Matchbox cars, bodily functions and stinky socks. And do you know what?? I would not change it for the world.

Ironically, I was elated when I found out I was having boys. One girl in my house is more than enough. Oh, and that one girl – is me! I am having a hard enough time with the male version of me. I can’t imagine if he was a she. Aycaramba!

But my crazy chaotic life of boys keeps me grounded. It gives me purpose and a desire to strive for what might normally be ‘the unattainable’. Even better than tackling this crazed life alone, is tackling it with my leprechaun wrangling Hubby. Cause let’s be honest: I wouldn’t have my rambunctious leprechauns without him!!

happy anniversary coach

Sometimes when you least expect it, life throws you a curve ball. That curve ball comes flying out of left field like a rocket and  next thing you know – BAM – it beans you right in the noggin. Now, you saw that ball coming right at you but you were absolutely positive it was not going to hit you. So positive that you stood there staring at it – daring it to smack you upside the head. And smack you upside the head it did!

Thirteen years ago I watched life throw that curve ball and I stood there, daring it to hit me. It hit me so hard, I saw stars. Stars that I tried to brush off. Stars that I was convinced were not and could not really be there. And when my head stopped throbbing and the stars finally started to fade, I was left standing face to face, with my Hubby.

He was not what I expected and not what I was looking for. Heck – I wasn’t even looking – till of course he looked at me. I can say the same was true for Hubby – till I looked at him. Now I am not going to sit here and spout a bunch of mushy nonsense about love at first sight, but ask either of us what we were wearing and we can tell you – down to the detail. I am a strong believer in fate and God’s will. I also strongly believe that both of those forces were at work that day. Both of those forces have given us 11 amazing years as husband and wife, two beautiful sons and blessings we can’t even begin to count or fathom. And while we both wish certain things were different, we wouldn’t change anything about our life. We accept each other’s baggage, built a sturdy shelf for it in the basement and move on. We stand together to conquer all that life throws at us, and so far, we are kicking butt and taking names. So to my counterpart in crime, Happy Anniversary! I can’t even begin to imagine what the next 11 years has in store for us!