My non-existent garden

as of now 🙂

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As I prepared for marriage one thing that came on my list over and over was I wanted to garden. I want a place for me to grow herbs, fruits, vegetables, and I want to be able to eat them. I want one day our kids to enjoy them, to have fun cutting the weeds out, picking a tomato and watching them eat it knowing that it came from home. It brings me a sense of peace. I do not know where to start, how to start, especially living in a place that is more cold than hot, and also because I haven’t a clue to anything about gardening…. I will get there tho.

For now, I dream of what I will start with, what will grow first, and the what recipes I will use with the things I have spent time bringing to life.

Turns out our new neighbors garden. It is quite ironic because the husband gardens and the wife could care less about it. Though, the more we get to know them the more we are realizing that the ‘normal’ role of husband and wife is reverse when it comes to them- but hey, whatever gets the job done, no? 🙂

Back to gardening … there are endless possibilities of where to start and I am sure as soon as these dreadful exams are done I can pick up and attempt to begin something that I imagine to be beautiful, filled with live, fresh, and emotionally rewarding.

Your Editor

The positive theory

Not so much a theory as a new idea that has yet to be fully developed. But- I sort of had to snap out of being so snappy (pun 🙃) so I took a look at what was making me bonkers:

I found that I was not communicating my emotions as much and instead was keeping things bottled up and I was not very happy. I also noticed that when I did not have a busy or structured day it made me a bit wired and on edge (it also gave me time to concentrate on the negative things). For example, being busy gave me the ability to forget the nervs in my stomach. I did not concentrate on hum much this pill affects my body. However, I did take notice that when I did not let myself think that the pill was in control of me, I gave myself the ability to be in control of the pill, which is just already a start in controlling your life and feeling more focused.

Taking all of the above into my list of fuzes made it much easier to figure out how to stay happy. No more not knowing tomorrow’s schedule or waiting around for people to decide when and what to do. Having things organized keeps my head and body in the same spot and just gives me a sense of direction. That being taken care of I moved on to the next issue: communication. I always struggles with communicating, especially after being in an abusive relationship. Just today I watched a seven year old perfectly communicate over to his mother how something someone told him hurt his feelings and caused him to be upset for a few minutes. He used many things to describe his pain and what caused it and the scenario. I was amazed, one because I could only now do that and I barely come close to that and two because his mother responded with such affection and love that the boy felt secure telling over his feelings and did not feel as though he could not say them. I may have been deprived of that in my life but I certainly see and am learning what it takes to properly communicate how and what I am feeling and to also listen to what someone complaining has to say and to make them feel secure to tell me. It takes a lot of effort and is not very easy but the results are worth it. So part of me being able to communicate better will mean that I better organize my day so that I have time to discuss and actually think about how I feel. This also will allow me to get a decent nights sleep, which I have not been getting but need very badly.

All that being said I hope to try and continue to be in control of my life, feelings, words, and most importantly, actions. I think I finally have my head on straight and can take this on with a smile and love. ☺️

Your Editor

What a day

and where were you in all of it?

It started at 7 am and it feels like it’s never going to end.

I feel bad for all those people (manly men) who have to work 80% of their day. It is hard.

I spent wayyy too long staring at a computer screen and it wasn’t pleasant for my head or the people around me.

On the bright side I think I finally have a hairstylist and makeup artist for the big day. 100 days to go… feels like forever but it’s going to fly bad faster than I ever dreamed! I’m excited.

Anyway, enough about me. I heard something interesting today: people measure success by how busy people are. For example, if you say to your friends “I was so busy today I barely had any time to myself!” They view you as wow. However, if you would say I spent the day taking a walk, taking care of my kids, cooking dinner, they would feel bad for you. Even if you would tell them you spent the day solely pampering yourself, you would be looked at as nothing close to successful. Now, I don’t know who is the one that made up all the measurements of what successful is and how much of yourself you have to compromise in order to meet the requirements but it’s messed up. Doing something for yourself should be included in your schedule. I don’t care what you say about having time and being busy. The best way to reach real success and happiness is by giving yourself what you need to make you feel like you took care of yourself and saved the planet with your busy day of work. So, cut the crap, stop stressing everyone out around you and just go lock yourself in a room alone for five minutes and give yourself the time you need to close your eyes and just let your mind loosen from all the stress nots you have created inside it. I swear my brain feels like you know when you’re turning the top to something and you keep going tighter and tighter to try and make the top tighter and tighter, yes your hand feels it but guess what? my brain feels actually like it’s being squeezed into a tighter and tighter ball of stress.

Do yourself and everyone around you and just put the screens down and focus on what you need to make yourself feel human again, and if it means having a cup of coffee, so be it. You deserve it.

Your Editor