The Journey of a Friendly Giant

“You don’t look like you’ve had a baby.” I get that line a lot. I know it’s meant as a complement, but I always feel a bit insulted. It makes me wonder what is thought about women that don’t lose the pregnancy weight? That are curvier than me, or don’t have time to workout because they are too busy taking care of their high-needs baby? It also sort of undermines all of the hard work that I’ve put in to achieve my own goals. I’m sure you will notice that based on many of my posts; but What I struggle with most is being openly over-criticized during the process of motherhood. Parenting is hard enough as it is without getting constantly judged by every Jane, Dick and Joe that crosses your path. I also wonder what that says to them about the quality of my parenting? Does it suggest that I am a good parent or a bad one? The way that I look should have nothing to do with that information, people should instead gauge how well I’m doing, and how well any mother is doing based on how happy,heal...

What if life has nothing to do with the stuff we distract ourselves with? What if it has nothing to do with money, or stress and everything to do with discovery, relaxation and freedom? What if we are all addicted to pleasure and instant gratification because that’s what life would be like if we allowed ourselves to let go of this image of who we are told our entire lives we need to be. If we are tired of working because life isn’t about working, at least not in that way. Those that took alternative paths and failed are thrown in our faces time and time again in the news media. It’s unavoidable, the negativity is constantly spewed so we remain filled with doubt and insecure. yet unable to thrive and feel alive unless we are away from it all. On vaction or weekends. I want to live like I love myself. Like I love my husband, my son, my mother and brothers. Like I am not choosing work, money, and material possessions over the those I value and cherish most in this world. When everyone...

Becoming a mother has changed my mind in ways I never expected, for example: I am motivated to be a better version of myself, instead of just talking about it. I used to make elaborate self-improvement plans especially this time of year but now I just tell myself, “he’s watching you mama.” And he already thinks I’m the best, I might as well become it. That being said however, I'm convinced that God made hangovers so that adults learn something... That lesson intensifies for those with children because kids wake up at the crack of Dawn regardless of how late your night was and how many wobbly pops you've consumed. & As an avoider of pain, especially the self-induced kind, my conclusion is simple : Don't get hangovers. It's not like it's a mysterious phenomena that comes out of nowhere, we know how they arise and why they occur. So that’s my resolution, not to et hungover. It happens so rarely that it practically consumes me whole when it does. My other-not-so-...