Annual Snapshot: 10 Questions to End the Year (Belated)

I wanted to do a “year in review” sort of post…if memory serves me right, I may have even started drafting a post late last year, gotten busy, then forgotten about it! 🙂 The following are 10 questions I’ve lifted directly from one of my favorite blogs (www.caitflanders.com), that help to give that annual snapshot. I’d love to do one again at the end of 2018.

1. What makes this year unforgettable?

There were 3 things this year that were unforgettable.

i) The biggest was my decision to quit my full-time “dream job” that was morally fulfilling, challenging, well-paying, and secure…without another job or plan in hand.

And then, wouldn’t you know it, 2 weeks later the “dream job” for right now came along. One that gives me the flexibility to put time towards my priorities and seize unexpected opportunities and that is fulfilling. I will always remember this as the year I took a huge risk, put substantial faith & trust in God, and was blessed with the hugest win in return.

ii) My eldest daughter, J started kindergarten.

iii) H’s Opa (grandfather) passed away during the Christmas holidays which is a change that we are still grieving and processing.

2. What did you enjoy doing this year?

A lot! I enjoyed spending a girl’s day with J on her 4th birthday (getting nails done, going for Vietnamese noodles, skating outdoors and having hot chocolate!), being a Vacation Bible School teacher during the summer, attending our church’s Coffee Break on Thursday mornings – giving me both a chance to socialize with my friends and challenge myself to think more and deepen my relationship with God. I enjoyed taking J out of school early to watch her dad play in a charity hockey game with NHL alumni. I enjoyed a cozy home day with the girls yesterday doing crafts and having fun. All things that I recognize were either made possible or easier by my current work arrangements.

3. What/who is the one thing/person you’re grateful for?

This may sounds cliché…but I am grateful for my new dependence on God. I’m a planner, a little bit of a control freak, shall we say. This was the year I really put my trust into God, said I didn’t know how things were going to turn out, and heard from Him that things would be better than I imagined. I didn’t know how He was going to pull it off, but He did. I am grateful for how He shows me his presence in my life, time and time again.

4. What’s your biggest win this year?

Eating healthier. I definitely don’t eat perfectly…but this year I reduced the amount of meat we ate, the dairy we consumed, and the times we ate out. I tried new things like zucchini (we had been missing out!), cauliflower rice, and greek yogurt. It’s interesting how one change impacts another, because the decision to reduce meat/dairy was made primarily to reduce our grocery bill as a result of our reduced household income. I had more time to try different recipes and things like cauliflower rice because I had more time to research, plan and cook. And we ate out less also due to our reduced household income. It’s the biggest win because it’s reset my mindframe on what a meal needs to be, given me more energy, and will hopefully influence healthier eating habits for my children (and their children).

Also, picking up reading again (thanks to joining a book club in March). It’s been a much more productive and life-giving way to spend my time.

5. What did you read/watch/listen to that made the most impact this year?

I listened to a lot of good Ted Talks on intentional living while folding laundry…but by far, the book that made the most impact on my life was the book “The More of Less” by Joshua Becker. I had been on a minimalist journey (still journeying) for the past 3-ish years…reading this book helped give me the perspective and courage to be more intentional and make big changes in my life – including my career, being intentional about the food I prepare and eat, and significantly reducing the amount of time I watch tv and/or listen to the radio. In truth, I think I actually read the book at the end of 2016, but I sure took it to heart and made a lot of great changes in 2017!

6. What did you worry about most and how did it turn out?

I worried most about giving up the job I had at the beginning of the year. I worried about the impact it would have on our finances and lifestyle. It turned out better than expected. I love my current job and how it allows me to live the life I want to lead and become the person I want to be.

7. What was your biggest regret and why?

My biggest regret is not insisting that we visit our Opa asap after we received the call that he was ill. My initial instinct was to go immediately and I also said we have no do-overs or second-chances if something were to happen. The daily updates we received were getting progressively better, and we planned to visit him 3 days after he passed, but I still wish I had heeded my initial warning and not taken time for granted.

8. What’s one thing that you changed about yourself?

I am much more aware. I’m more aware of how watching tv may feel like what I want to do but actually take time away from things that better my life. I’m more aware of how keeping the radio on in the background can seem like helpful white noise but can also distract you from the thoughts going on in your head and from the gift of silence. I’m more aware of how annoying ads can be and how frustrating it is to realize that the job of marketing is to make you feel like you’re not enough and will feel better once you have their product. I’m also aware that topics the radio hosts I listened to were pretty superficial and while “light-hearted”, subliminally pushed the wrongs things. e.g. how much did certain actors make in the year, did you know there’s a new thing called thigh highlighting (plastic surgery), wine fixes everything, etc.

9. What surprised you the most this year?

The amount of footwear I purchased – before we go all “hey, that’s not minimalist!”, I took a lot of footwear I owned from 5-7 years ago (i.e. before kids…with high heels), and was really mindful of replacing it and investing in higher quality, lower-heeled shoes/boots that fit my current home life and work life. When it takes 5 minutes of hallways and stairs just to get to the staff room, and 10 minutes to walk from your office to your parking spot comfort is key.

Some of my previous choices were good for that time in my life. Some of them were good deals that I didn’t really need and didn’t really wear. Some of them were good deals that I needed but hadn’t tested out at home enough before wearing outside and realizing they were not that comfortable. Some good reflections and learnings were taken away.

10. If you could go back to last January 1, what suggestions would you give your past self?

Keep breathing – everything you’re thinking and doing is for a reason. Stop trying to do so much. As much as you can, prioritize sleep as one of the best ways for you to spend your time.

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Daily Snapshot – #27

“We don’t stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing.” – George Bernard Shaw

I miss writing. I think about things I’d like to write about pretty much everyday, but don’t seem to find the time. Therefore, I’m giving the Daily Snapshots a try again, which were quick 10min blurbs that typically hit the topics I wanted to jot down anyways.

I am grateful for … time with my children. The flexibility to go to work, pick J up early from school, and go watch H play in a hockey tournament together. Having space in my day and life to say “yes” to things I want to do (but must work on not saying “yes” to everything I want to do). Making authentic connections and relationships with students at work. Glimpses of when I can see why God put me in certain places at certain times for a specific purpose. Being able to buy McDonald’s Filet-o-Fish sauce at the grocery store and make easy-peasy homemade Filet-o-Fish’s. Not super healthy – but so delicious.
I am hopeful that… I get back to my intentional/minimalist lifestyle and values. And challenge myself to … be ruthless as I purge things this week. There are things we’ve held onto for years that were shifted from different “clutter corners” in our house. We put up the Christmas tree this weekend, so now the main clutter is sitting wide-open on the dining room table. Instead of spending tons of time seeing what I could sell, and what I “might” use someday…I need to remember that these things have been in the house for 2-3 years…if I really wanted to use it, I would’ve by now. Keep the stuff that you’ve been looking for, and get rid of the rest.
I enjoyed … play. Today on our walk to school J and I used our imaginations to create an adventure. In truth, she started complaining about wearing show pants, so I picked up a few sticks from the ground and asked what we should pretend they could be. We went fishing, made s’mores, used them as flashlights, used them as puppets (I was impressed she thought of that!), used them as a walking stick…ran away from bears (which was a wonderful way to keep up the pace) and jumped over rivers (cracks in the sidewalk). Having young children I’m often galloping into church with them, skipping as we head into the grocery store, dancing like a ballerina and crawling around on the floor and being a monster. I need to figure out a way to continue the act of play without having the “excuse” of young children. I still want to have my own version of play when they’re out of the house in 20 years!
Previous Challenge: I am hopeful that… I don’t get discouraged when unimportant setbacks happen (unimportant like when the house goes from tidy to tornado). And challenge myself to … celebrate the small wins. Instead of focusing on all that hasn’t been done or won’t get done or “wants” to get done, focus on setting small goals and knowing that the accomplishment of each small goal gets me closer and closer to achieving my bigger goal. Don’t be complacent, but don’t beat yourself up because you haven’t perfected everything.
Update on Previous Challenge: I am still a work-in-progress on this. I’m better at not getting discouraged, but still feel some disappointment when things don’t get done (which I think is human). That said, rather than ship the kids off to bed early and keep cleaning, we seized the moment and did our Christmas decorating which was fun and didn’t stress me out. So I think that’s an improvement.

Those Pesky Triggers

There’s been a number of times I’ve thought about a topic or event in my life over the last few months where I thought “Ohhh, I’d like to blog about that!” But it never seemed to come at a good time – either I was at work, at bedtime, or in the middle of something.

This morning I have 20min before I need to head out, but unfortunately I can’t remember any of the things I wanted to blog about. Mainly because I had one of those pesky triggers last night that sends me in a spiral of self-doubt, loss of self-confidence and self-worth.

I think we all have one or two (or more pesky triggers). Whether it’s a phrase someone says that reminds you of a period or experience in your life where you felt like less, a rejection that doesn’t just smart due to the current circumstances but brings old feelings from prior similar rejections, or something else.

It always surprises me how much a trigger can take me from being a full-functioning, happy, productive adult/mother/wife/woman, to someone who is quiet, sullen, and feels like tears could come from behind her eyes at any given point in time. Just one sappy fb video away from pouring it out.

I like to think that I’m a strong, bad-ass, mother of two who rises to challenges and pursues her passions.

And I am.

But I’m also human and have 33 years of experience of ups and downs, memories, and emotions, and sometimes you just need to let yourself feel and address your emotions, give yourself time to understand yourself and why something that might be insignificant to one person feels like pulling out a jenga block and having the whole tower crash for you.

Sometimes you need to have grace, forgive, and put yourself in another’s shoes to say “is what I’m perceiving what they’re intending?” – I can already honestly say no…it’s not. But that doesn’t mean the history still isn’t there and that my feelings are invalid.

I think the conclusion I’m coming to is that you should never discount or invalidate your feelings (or shove them away and distract yourself with other things, as it’s often quite tempting to do) – but instead acknowledge them, allow yourself to feel them, and give yourself time to understand the feelings and what is contributing to them.

Actually – don’t just give yourself time to understand the feeling, make time to understand them, because it’s all too easy to get distracted with life and not actually deal with it. Prioritize it, schedule it in, do whatever you need to do – but give yourself the gift of relieving some of the luggage & burden you’ve been carrying around with you.

Those pesky triggers still might have a hold onto you, but hopefully with time the strength/effects will be less and less.

Balance

The last month has been a whirlwind of finding a new routine between Kindergarten drop-offs, work, programs, social events and school involvement. Throw in some of H’s business travel and organizing the accounting exams, weekend family visits, with a good measure of sleep deprivation (with C waking nightly multiple times) – which left me exhausted at the beginning of this week. Which meant this week the house stayed a mess and I focused more on recharging batteries and less on tackling the to-do list.

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about balance…and how once one thing changes in your life, it impacts other areas in your life – whether or not you realize it.

I often say yes to programs/activities the girls enjoy doing (most of them we do together which is great fun and great bonding), but I forget that that means I have less time to stay caught up at home. Clearly, time with the girls is my priority, but as I’ve mentioned before – too much of a good thing is too much.

Tonight I tried something different – a massive bulk cook-off.

When I say massive I’m talking 1 lasagna, 36 mini pizzas, 1 pumpkin loaf, 1 banana loaf and 12 banana chocolate chip muffins. Truth – the only reason I’m writing this blog post at 11:38pm instead of getting ready for bed is because the last banana loaf needs 14 min more.

I know I just said “too much of a good thing is too much” – but I partially did it because I had food that needed to be used up, partly because I (for once) had energy to do so, after taking an afternoon nap; and partially because I wanted to see if this new method would let me have my cake (being with the girls) and eat it too (literally…eating the food and staying on top of things). Also, I’m hosting 2 things over the next 2 weeks so it’ll be nice to have the loaves already made that I can just take them out of the freezer the night before to defrost – and ta da! “fresh” baking. 🙂

I casually roped H into doing it as well which was great for a few reasons:

  1. It was a fun, cheap, and productive way to spend time together (I considered it a date night).
  2. It gave him an appreciation for what goes into our food “WHAT? This loaf needs 1 cup of sugar? Talk about diabetes!” (almost verbatim what he said).
  3. It gave him a chance to step into my shoes for a bit and see how much time and effort it takes to “kinda” feel like you’re on top of meals. He looked a bit bemused when it was 10pm and I realized I forgot to put in some laundry that’s needed for tomorrow.
  4. It gave him a chance to feel the same pride I feel when I serve my family a meal or when J says “I want to eat this every day!”, and to know that when J is at school eating her mini pizzas that it’s like she’s taking a little part of him with her.

This post has been written without a specific message in mind – but I think when it comes down to it I’m coming to terms with the fact that a life that is balanced will always come out of balance if you are continually trying new things…and that’s okay. Trying new things is a good thing. The important thing is to continue to keep a pulse on your health & well-being and not being afraid to make decisions to adjust things so they work well (or even better than expected) for you and your family.

 

The Wedding Speech

Seven years ago, my husband and I got married. We splurged and hired a videographer to capture videos of the day and every so often we’ll pull out the DVD to show the kids or reminisce over the joy of the day. Within our “wedding movie” there is a section that has each of the wedding speeches fully recorded. The one I find the hardest to watch is my dad’s.

My dad enjoys public speaking and in his later years would often perform in community theater – he wrote an eloquent speech and he spoke very well…but as he spoke on our wedding day I remember feeling slightly mortified. First, because his speech ended up being about 20 minutes long (it took up 2 chapters on the DVD :)), and second, because it contained a detailed history of my accomplishments. From the science awards to the piano accomplishments, to the statement (word-for-word) “Tiffany obtained her Master’s of Accounting at the age of 23” I was embarrassed to have dozens of my achievements listed off like it was a verbal CV.

Yes, my dad was proud of me and my accomplishments, and, in a room full of his friends, I could see how he might want to shine a light on them…but in the last year I realized there was another reason why I found it difficult to watch.

I realized that the speech said nothing about me as a person, or who I had become.

There was no mention of those funny childhood anecdotes that give you a sense for the person’s passions/humor. Nor were there any descriptions of my personality.

I could be the biggest bitch in the world who stabbed people in the back, lived my life in vain and greed, & only respected people who had something to offer me in return…and my father could have read the same speech. Because all of the facts he read would still be true.

Surely, my parents wanted me to grow up to be a kind and compassionate person…but I sometimes reflect on how my parents would feel if I had more academic/career success but with a less kind personality. I don’t think they would mind the trade off.

You can’t change others and you can’t change your past…but you can write the past you want to remember and write the future you want for yourself. Here are snippets of a wedding speech I wish he would have read:

As a young girl Tiffany was equal parts creative as she was defiant. After a trip to Universal Studios we asked the kids to each write a 2 page report on the experience. Tiffany, who was 7 yrs old, didn’t love the assignment and instead created an exciting 2 page brochure marketing the thrills of the amusement park – complete with pictures and exciting captions littered with exclamation points. Getting the job done, but on her own terms.

(6 years later she did something similar in school when the class was tasked with writing a report on anything related to baseball and while some suggested topics were “Women in baseball” and “The History of Baseball”, she asked if she could write about “Halitosis & The Effects of Chewing Tobacco on Baseball Players”.)

Her brother nicknamed her “Chippy Monster” as she had an overwhelming love for chips. So much so, that she named her favorite stuffed dog “Ruffles” after the chip brand.

Tiffany had a special empathy for her stuffed animals and would often admonish her mother for tossing them in the corner exclaiming “You hurt her! Say you’re sorry and give her a hug!”. Along with “Ruffles”, her favorite stuffed animals were “Raccoon” (a stuffed raccoon), “You’re the greatest” (a teddy bear won at the CNE that wore a pink shirt that said “You’re the greatest”) and “Mouse-y” (an adorable white mouse with a red flowered dress). Creative names weren’t her specialty.

Our nickname for Tiffany at home was “Little Mommy” – partially because she tried to take care of everyone from the time she was 8 years old, and partially because she was so bossy.

As a teen, Tiffany had an undeniable & obsessive love for the band Hanson. Her bedroom walls are still wall-papered with sun-faded Teen Beat, Bop!, and Tiger Beat Hanson pin-ups. She was also smugly proud that she shared the same birthday as Zac Hanson.

Tiffany’s love for volunteering grew out of her early experiences. She first started volunteering at the hospital doing super boring things like folding towels and refilling glove boxes. But her favorite part was delivering meals to the patients because she could see her young presence brought a smile to the elderly patients’ faces. She also enjoyed the free Drumstick ice cream cones at break time.

A few years later she volunteered at Pathways to teach swimming to children with special needs which was an incredibly rewarding experience. A decade later this would influence her to both advocate for accessibility and provide feedback on the Accessibility for Ontarians with Disabilities Act (she gets a kick out of doing employee AODA training, knowing she played a small part in its creation) and eventually volunteering with her church’s Friendship group where she felt privileged to build friendships with adult’s with special needs.

Sometimes people write their own eulogies, and perhaps this is a start to what I’d like to write in mine.

I hope that as my daughters grow older that I remember that their successes need not be measured by trophies or letters behind their name, and to appreciate them for all the things that make them them. Big or small, good or bad, publishable or private.

Potential

It wasn’t until recently that I really paid attention to the word “potential”, what I thought it meant, and how it made me feel.

Growing up I was encouraged when I heard a teacher say “You’ve got potential for a great future.” My mother used to half-joke that I was so good at arguing with her that I had the potential to be a lawyer (subliminal influence at it’s finest ;)). At one of my earlier employers, someone I respected once shared a flattering, yet daunting comment that they felt I had the potential to be “the next ____ ____” (the name of a female VP who was my mentor, whom I enjoyed working with and also respected).

Potential is one of those things that is nice to hear when people think you have it, but (in my mind) was also tied with expectations and pressure to live up to that potential. To not fulfil it meant you were disappointing someone. And that scared me.

I still feel like not becoming a lawyer means I haven’t fully lived up to my parents’ idea of what my potential is/was, and with every career choice I’ve made that was different from the path of that VP I felt like I was disappointing these wonderful people who had spent time and energy mentoring me (though realistically, they’ve got enough going on in their own lives and probably haven’t thought much about me as my career/life evolves). And I’ve only recently learned to tell myself that that’s okay.

I’ve also realized a few other things:

  1. Over the past 30+ years I had learned to equate “potential” to “earning potential”  or “job status potential”. This is flawed. Those are 2 types of potentials in an ocean of possibilities.
  2. I don’t actually know what some people’s expectations are of me, and I’ve probably put some pressure on myself to live up to what I think others’ expectations are of me.
  3. Potential is something that you could be, or as dictionary.com defines it “having or showing the capacity to become or develop into something in the future”. It doesn’t mean you have to be that or that’s the only thing you can be. And “something in the future” is quite vague which, again, means there’s limitless “something’s” you could be.
  4. We only have so much time and energy in our lives. When you choose to fulfil your potential in certain areas of your life, inevitably you’ll have less resources to fulfil other areas. I see this now when I recognize the potential I’ve realized in the last few months as a mother, wife, friend, Deacon, and even cook(!) that was previously lacking when I focused the majority of my energy on fulfilling my career potential. Still lots of improvement/potential lies ahead, but I see the strides I’ve made.
  5. We each have unique gifts, priorities and circumstances – and there is no standard template or check list of what we should strive for and potentials we choose to fulfil.

When I think about my 4-year old daughter, who just started junior kindergarten, I think of all the potential that lays ahead of her. The potential she has to make a difference in this world in big and small ways. The potential to positively impact a classmate’s day by being kind to them or cheering them up. The potential to soak up classroom knowledge. The potential to learn just by observing nature and everyday life. The potential to strengthen her empathetic qualities and become aware of people’s feelings around her. The potential to face and overcome social challenges (inevitable fights with best friends, bullying, etc.). These aren’t earth-shattering attributes or goals…heck, they definitely aren’t “SMART” goals, but they’re still important and worth celebrating.

I now recognize that at 32 years old I still have loads of potential that lays ahead of me too.

Actually, I have the same potential that I see for my daughters.

I have the potential to make a difference in this world in big and small ways. The potential to positively impact a friend/co-worker/stranger/husband/daughter’s day by being kind to them or cheering them up. The potential to soak up knowledge with every job I take (whether it’s my paying job, my role as a Deacon, or volunteering roles I take on). The potential to learn just by observing nature and every day life. The potential to strengthen my empathetic qualities and become aware of people’s feelings around me. The potential to face and overcome social challenges (relationships change over time and with more responsibilities & less time we need to consciously determine how we spend our time and who it is with).

In fact, you could very well replace the word “potential” in that paragraph with the word “choice”. We have a choice to set priorities/goals (big or small), and the potential to improve ourselves and achieve them.

My husband and I joked a few years ago that it seemed like after having kids life was going to be mundane, with no exciting peaks (like graduation, wedding, first pregnancy, etc.). I realize now how short-sighted that was and how narrowly we were defining our purpose and goals and limiting our own potential. I can literally choose to do or be anything I want – whether it’s an attribute, attitude, or career. It may not be easy or it may not happen quickly…but I can do it.

(I should also note that I recognize that, once again, I am privileged to live in a country and time where it’s much easier for me to define and fulfil my own potential.)

My ask today is for you to take the time to see the potential that lays ahead of your life – whether you’re 9 years old or 90 years old.

Potential doesn’t have to be daunting and it doesn’t have to be for something headline- or facebook-post-worthy. Every day we have the potential to better ourselves and potential is as much a capacity/quality as it is a mind-frame.

Your potential is a limitless, delightfuly unattainable gift that continues to expand the more you achieve it.

More joy? Yes please!

In the past few months I’ve experienced more joy, calm and satisfaction in my life than I think I have at any other moment. It seems unreal to feel unburdened, and going about my day with more clarity and purpose than I have before.

Here are a few things that I think have contributed to this:

 

1. Getting rid of things that don’t add value to my life.  Whether it’s clothing, knick knacks, negative people, or e-mail subscriptions that I never open – I’ve become better at noticing the extraneous things in my life and taking action to build an intentional life around things I love and believe in.

2. Putting things back once I’m done with them. Our house is on Day 7 of putting everything back on a daily basis. It’s a record (which is a bit sad). But doing this rewards me with a fresh morning to start my day, or relaxing environment to come home to after work. Plus, everything now has a home and I can easily see what I have. Instead of dreading a clean-up I get excited to see what I can accomplish with my “free time” (or to relax in a clutter-free zone). Pro tip – if something takes 60 seconds or less to do – do it right away, don’t wait.

3. Cooking more…and cooking more nutritious foods.

It’s amazing how one change leads to the next. For many years, I lamented how I wanted to cook more and fuel my family’s bodies with more nutritious food – but I lacked the time and energy to do it. Plus it was often a feat just to access the appliances/ingredients, and an even bigger feat to clean up afterwards. After reducing my work commitments and dealing with #1 & #2 above, cooking no longer seems as daunting. I’ve tried new healthy homemade dishes including quinoa salad, zucchini noodles, cauliflower rice, spaghetti squash spaghetti & baked chicken burgers…and especially love serving my family Chinese dishes I grew up eating like wontons and congee.

Less work –> less discretionary income –> less restaurants/take-out –> more cooking –> healthier foods –> clearer mind, more energy (& clearer arteries). Winning!

Restaurants are now saved for special occasions and cravings instead of convenience when we’re (perpetually) exhausted.

4. Getting outside and getting active. Being outdoors helps ground & relax me and provides clarity in ways that television and surfing online could never accomplish. Whether its park time with the girls, trail walks with friends, hiking with hubby or even simple things like eating our dinner outside – being outside makes me happier and feel more human.

With keeping an eye on the budget I’m also starting to see if friends would like to spend time by going hiking/outdoors/picnic-ing, vs. the usual fallback of eating out.

5. Reading more. In February a few friends and I started a book club. It was a very “adult” thing to do and I always enjoy the delicious snacks, interesting conversations. A surprise benefit from book club is that it has re-ignited my love for reading which I didn’t have time to do before didn’t make time to do before. It’s been such a treat to read things I’m interested in such as Chris Hadfield’s “An Astronaut’s Guide to Life on Earth“, “The Airbnb Story“, and my current read “If I Understood You, Would I Have This Look on My Face?” (best. book. title. ever.).

6. Being more spiritual. It’s become more of a habit for me to reflect on my life and  (1) be thankful for the blessings God’s given me  (2) seek perspective for how difficult situations will shape my life for the better or prepare me for future challenges (3) read and learn from the Bible. There’s something very comforting in knowing billions of people have come before me and endured bigger challenges than I’ll ever face and to read how every event is part of God’s overall master plan.

7. Not sweating material losses. A few months ago we were about to go on a trip, when I heard that a family friend’s house was broken into and their jewelry & valuables were stolen. With that in mind I tried to think of an inconspicuous place to tuck away my 2 most sentimental pieces of jewelry, which were gifts from my parents and that I wore everyday. Ironically, I returned and couldn’t recall where I placed them. 😦 While super frustrating, it’s been a good lesson to teach me that material things (no matter how sentimental they are) are just stuff. It’s been 3 months since I’ve misplaced them and while I do check spots for them every now and again when I think I remember where they are, it’s not a worry or anxiety that burdens me day after day.

8. Taking on new challenges. Whether it’s choosing the steeper route when hiking, tackling a new pile of clutter, or trying a new recipe, I find there is nothing better than giving yourself a stretch goal, working hard towards it and building your confidence when you accomplish it. Sometimes it doesn’t work out, but the experience will always leave you with something to learn from or memories of your tenacity. Usually the hardest part is convincing ourselves to try.

Everyday I am in awe of how different and balanced my life is today compared to 5 years ago or even 5 months ago and I’m excited to look forward and see what will come next.