My Small Things

Let’s talk about your routines, Let’s talk about the mundane. Let’s talk about all the little things in your life that if left unattended to can bring you the greatest pain. Let’s talk about the little things in your life that if attended to, can bring you the biggest joys.

I’ve been reading again. Trust me, ya’ll. This one is good. Author Melanie Shankle released a new book this month and it’s all about appreciating the small things. Melanie  knows what it’s like to get so caught up in wanting something to take our breath away that we lose our amazement for every breath we take. In Church of the Small Things, she invites us to view our daily tasks as the holy and precious callings they are. As we see how real life meets eternity every day, we can let go of the pressure to experience big moments and delight in the small ones instead. Continue reading

The Day I Discovered My Worth

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Warning: this is one of those down and dirty posts. Not a fun countdown with colors and flowers and fun tips on how to make adulting easier. This one comes from a place of gut-wrenching horror.

Okay, maybe it’s not that bad.

But it is about me discovering something important – my worth. And the fact that it took a few  hurtful (but important) events to help me realize it.

  1. I once held a job for six years where I did the exact same tasks as several of my colleagues in the organization, yet I earned about $15,000 a year less than my counterparts. When I voiced my concerns, the red tape and bureaucracy that plagued the organization prevented anything from being done about it.
  2. I had a feeling that despite our promises of love and fidelity, I was once in a romantic relationship with someone who was also seeing another woman. When I expressed my concerns, he told me I was wrong – but in fact when a chance circumstance almost put us all in the same place, he had to come clean and tell the truth. And little did I know – she was the main woman and I was the side piece.
  3. I agreed to photograph a community event at a discounted rate for a non-profit agency that I greatly respected.  When I arrived at the event, I was given instructions on what photographic shots they wanted and when I asked where I could place my camera bag and other equipment,  I was told that request could not be accommodated. I was expected to shoot the entire event while carrying my camera bag and equipment. The organization wasn’t willing to let me use a corner of the room for my equipment. The equipment I would be using to photograph their event.

While these events did not happen within the same week (or same month even), they did happen frequently enough for me to make a connection and eventually evaluate my self-worth. For many it may be easy to say “That would never happen to me,” or “You should have stood up for yourself more,” or “Why did you let any of that happen?” I can’t say that I thought any of it was okay at the time, I will tell you though, when I was  in the midst of a weird or uncomfortable moment that challenged my self-worth, I wasn”t always able to think on my feet and react the way I should. In each of those moments, the shock left me paralyzed enough that I couldn’t advocate for myself nor could I establish the appropriate boundaries.

What happened as a result though is that I have been able to process my feelings and figure out my next steps. And those next steps began with honoring myself and knowing my worth. Something that I hadn’t done in many, many years.  Continue reading

A Mother’s Day Tribute to M

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Today is Mother’s Day. Among the flowers, the hugs, the brunches and everything else we love about mothers everywhere are the lessons. When no one else would support us, our moms have. When no one else would tell us the cold, hard truth, our moms have. And we we just needed a hug, a moms were there.

If you read this blog regularly, you may know that I will occasionally mention my parents, but there is never a specific mention of them by name or with photos. That’s because the don’t “do” the internet. Sure, they check email and will visit a website every once in a while, but that’s it. Limited internet and by any terms…no social media.

That no social media thing has been an adjustment for me over the years, but I’ve learned to accept it. And FOMO is especially real this time of year when there’s all kinds of “post a photo of your mother here” challenges all over the internet. Alas, I respect her wishes (some years  I have not and I had hell to pay) so no photos, no social media, nothing of the sort.

This year I decided to do something different.  Continue reading