Quarantine

I am shoving gummy bears down my throat and I’m all tucked in bed, reading a novel, but having a hard time concentrating….thoughts are racing through my head.. “Why am I eating gummy bears?” “Why do I find this book so boring?” “I hate homeschooling…” “ Are they going to close schools for another month, the rest of the year?”

I hate all this uncertainty! I am not good at things being out of my control. I can usually manage my emotions by exercising, baking, making crafts, and talking to friends, but today I can’t relax, I can’t breathe, I can’t seem to find anything to hold my interest, and not much is calming me down. There are those lists out there. You know- ten ways to calm down or five things to do now to destress… we have all seen them.. a quick google search will bring all the ideas at the touch of your fingertips, ready to read, digest and try, but here’s the thing… what if we don’t search for a way to calm down , we don’t try to destress. What if we just writhe around on the floor like a snake on fire and just be uncomfortable…

Sometimes it’s more exhausting to try and be a different emotion than the one you’re feeling right now.

It’s like I hate getting “fixed” by other people so why should I fix myself right now?

Change

Upon perusing my past posts, and thinking in depth about my starting crafts, quitting crafts, baking, not baking, self helpy annoying posts, it is inherently apparent that I need a bit of a writing break, thinking break, break from my brain.

People start stuff and don’t stick it out all of the time …and the truth is – who cares! Nobody. It’s not even worth talking about.

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This was going to be a plastic bottle to decorate. We didn’t decorate a ton more…and like I said, it’s really not that important!

I don’t need to tell anyone that I am stopping something or starting something…it’s not like Jennifer Aniston made an announcement that she was stopping following the Zone diet, remember that one? Or that Jillian Michaels broke down, stopped exercising for a week, and stuffed her face full of chocolates…maybe this happened …but we’ll never know and it really doesn’t matter!

Now if the Pope became Jewish, that would be important. But I’m not the Pope. I’m just a gal with a blog who over shared and I would like to keep a few things in the vault from now on.

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In fact, I will be looking through old posts and deleting a few eye rolling ones, as I choke on embarrassment, thinking of my friends reading these…you know the ones…the “I QUIT” posts.

This blog is movin on up…or rather out of the therapists chair! Well, me, that is…

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With that being said, I am broadening the scope of ideas and adding to our reading fun…I will be having guest writers…coming soon to the girlyreports….I know I have promised this in the past and these people never materialized for one reason or another…just the way life goes…but I have a couple definite women writing soon and I can’t wait!

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Find ladies that make you laugh, feel alive…

“Let me ask you a question,” I asked my friend, a mom of three…I was lakeside with a friend, absolutely enjoying her company while our husbands and kids played in the water.

The question was completely irrelevant to this post (it was about advice if I should join the gym because the childcare center at the gym seemed so small and crowded). She was like, “Jill, do you remember the size of rooms from when your were three or four?”

She made a great point and I did end up joining a gym…and it’s been great…actually pretty fabulous, and what a break for mommy! I can stroll on the treadmill, since I’m not exactly in top form these days, and when I pick the girls up, they are so happy. Luckily, they have each other so I don’t feel completely worried…I don’t even care if I get in great shape, it’s just such a nice “me time” for 45 minutes or so…I might not have joined if it wasn’t for a few wise friends.

So my point is thank you to my friend and all of my other girl friends who encouraged me to take this step… And thank you to my girlfriends who just make me feel supported, normal, and just like them.

Women, mommies, and wives- we need to be with each other, ( I think that came out wrong – not sexually of course) share thoughts and ideas with one another and mostly, be real and honest, so we don’t feel alone.

AVOID THE ANCHORS

Anchors are women that are more of a sinker, rather than a floater. You leave a play date or event and feel worse, depleted, kind of an underwater feeling. Spend time with women who make you feel you are ok, relaxed and floating (nothing wrong with a glass or wine or two to float along with as well).

Then there are women who just don’t do it for ya. You’re not laughing, you’re not sharing feelings without being judged, you’re feeling less than, or you feel like getting together is more of an obligation.

Avoid these ladies like the plague ( I’m sure we can all think of someone like this or slightly like this in their heads- hell, maybe, I’m one of these women, in that case – avoid me! I promise I won’t be offended.)

Nothing worse than hanging with a woman who stares at you blankly, has nothing to say to support you but makes you feel more alone, less than, inadequate, or the worst feeling of all -BORED… Bored with their incessant drone of what they have, what their kids have, how they want to do something but don’t do it … Or maybe they just are boring!

Run from them. Find ladies that make you laugh, feel alive, are bouncing boards for ideas, and basically make you feel completely normal.

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