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January 2024 Word: SIMPLIFY

This year I want to pick a word each month to focus on. A word that falls within my goals for the year. I think having one to focus on each month will serve as a good reminder, and allow me to be more intentional with each goal. I so easily and often overload myself with things I want to do, but that is not how real change happens. It takes time and practice, two things my monthly focus will give me.

For January, I feel the best word to start with is SIMPLIFY. One of my biggest goals this year is to finally be a minimalist, or at least as minimalist as I can be. I want to declutter. I have accumulated so much stuff over the years that I just don’t need, a good portion of which was given to me, so I feel a sense of guilt for no longer wanting it. I am working on getting passed these feelings though. Items in your home should not cause more stress than joy.

I have started the clean out process and feel so motivated by it. Thinking of the end result, an organized house through every room, closet, and cupboard, brings me so much excitement. Not only will getting rid of unneeded/unwanted items be a physical weight gone, but it will also be such a mental weight lifted. With less clutter and items to make a mess with, there will be less stress of having to clean, and find or make up homes for things. Less stress cleaning means more time with my family actually enjoying our house.

It is my intention to have all parts of my house decluttered by the end of January. I think that will be a great set up for the rest of the year. What better way to start than with a fresh and clean house? There will be a lot of trips to the Goodwill and posts on my Poshmark over the next few weeks, but I am ready for it!

Follow along for progress and for next month’s word.

Happy January!

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Changing My Entire Outlook on Life – For Real This Time

It’s that time again. A new year is upon us. The time when everyone sets goals and hopes to meet them. I posted only TWO blog posts last year (shame on me), and the first one was my 2023 New Year’s post, which if this title looks familiar, it is because last year’s post was called “Changing My Entire Outlook on Life” and you can read it here.

This year I mean it for real though, and I have compelling reasons to believe that. As you can read in my last year’s post, my sister and I talked about all the ways in which we wanted to change our lives. Over the past year, nothing really physical changed, so to most, it probably looks like I accomplished nothing. But a lot actually did change. My sister and I had so many therapy type conversations over the past year that involved so many self realizations. As 2023 neared its end, we realized that we actually were changing our entire outlooks on life and that the whole past year was a PREP year. At the beginning of 2023, we knew we needed change, we just didn’t quite know how to put it into words. It turns out, we were not quite ready for all of the changes we wanted. You always hear, “You need to work on yourself first”, and I truly get that now.

I realized a lot about myself. I don’t want to say DISCOVERED because I think I have always known how I am (I am far too self aware for my own good), so I will use the word REALIZED since I was actually able to say things out loud. Something I really want to practice this year is setting boundaries. I put so much responsibility on myself for others: for how they feel, their reactions to my decisions, and even non-existent conversations of how they MIGHT react. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR OTHERS EMOTIONS. I have caused myself so much stress and anxiety over the years. Me. Myself. I do this to myself, and it is time to stop. I literally need to start chanting that I am not responsible for others emotions every day.

One of my biggest realizations has been I am NOT overly empathetic like I always thought, but I am an EMOTIONAL MONITOR. Because of this, I am always putting everyone else’s wants, needs, and emotional well-being before my own. It is so bad that I cannot even bring myself to say what I want on the simplest decisions like “What do you want to eat?”. I almost always say it doesn’t matter and want someone else to choose because what if whoever I am eating with doesn’t want what I want and are unhappy eating it?

I need to understand the difference of being actually selfish, and what I think is considered selfish. I can make decisions for myself and for my well being without being considered selfish.

So this year, I want things to be different. I want to slow down and be more intentional. Time is valuable and I so easily give my time to others and don’t always prioritize it for myself. When I finally have time to myself, I am so exhausted that I don’t want to do anything. As part of this, I want to really be adamant about having a better work/life balance. Not just by leaving work on time, but to not bring work stress home with me. I need to be better about leaving work at work where it belongs.

I am also ready to finally be a minimalist. I have accumulated so much stuff over the years that I don ‘t need. Part of my problem is I often feel guilt to keep things that people give me, but I am working on ending that. I have already started with my closet and donated three big bags of clothes. I have also already done one clean out of my bathroom and am ready to do another pass. I have been doing what I am calling “research” on both slow living and being a minimalist (by research, I mean following a few Instagram accounts on the topics), and something I read that really stood out to me was “Everything must have a home”. That is going to be my mantra while I work on decluttering. If my home has no place for it, then I have no place for it. I feel like being rid of the clutter is going to contribute to slowing down, and definitely contribute to less stress.

I am really excited for this year. It will be different than any other year, not just from the personal growth I have had and am excited to work on, but I have new motivation that I have never had before. My second and last post of 2023 was on February 15th. Three days later, I found out I was pregnant. Flash forward to today, my husband and I have a beautiful two and a half month old baby boy. His name is Wylder and he is our entire world. I not only want to slow down for myself, but for my family. I don’t want to look back and feel like I wasted any time with them.

Accountability will be key this year. My sister and I will have check-ins each month to ensure we are staying on track. I am looking forward to what the year brings and what my life turns into because of it. I am ready for changes, and I think this will be only the start to a great life my husband and I are ready to start for us and our son. Cheers to 2024!

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Sister Tattoo!

Welp, it took me almost two weeks to reveal to everyone that I got a tattoo! Not because I was afraid to tell people, it was because I am 28 years old and was afraid to tell my parents! Haha I know, I am lame. They are not the biggest fans of tattoos but this one has a lot of meaning to me. My three sisters and I decided to get one together when we went to Vegas for the second to youngest’s 25th birthday. This wasn’t just a rash decision (kind of). We had talked about sister tattoos over a year ago I think it was. Ever since that talk it had been in the back of my mind. Ever so often I would go on Pinterest and look up small tattoo ideas and pin them on my secret tattoo board LOL!

On our drive out to Vegas, Nicole (oldest), Micaela (youngest) and I, Micaela brought the tattoos up. I mentioned one of my friend’s sister tattoos and that kind of sparked our idea. My friend’s is three triangles and their place in line by age was filled in (I hope that makes sense). So we wanted to play around with that but not with triangles. Micaela, while googling shapes, came across a pentagon. Five sides… there are five kids in our family (fifth is our brother and is between myself and the 25 year old birthday girl Tabitha). It was perfect! We would get four pentagons, one for each of us, with our place in the sister lineup filled in. (Brother is confused why he doesn’t have his own shape haha, but he won’t get the tattoo anyways so oh-well. We told him he is a line in the pentagon. But if HE DID get one, it would be the four pentagons with none of them filled in).

On Saturday we drew the tattoo on each other in the places we thought we wanted them. Tab, Micaela, and I wanted our wrists (Nicole has no room on her already tatted wrists…) and Nic decided on the back of her ankle. The plan was to get them that night on Fremont street where we would be going out after Tab got off work. Not going to lie, I was excited but more nervous than excited. Not about the pain, I knew it would hurt, but that I was going to get something on my body that would be there forever. It is a big decision I think!

The nighttime festivities came (as told in my post Dancing Queen, Only 25!) and the tattoo did not. We didn’t get down to Fremont until a little after midnight since Tabitha worked until almost 10pm. The tattoo shops closed at 2am so we just decided to go to a bar and dance. When morning came (as in the afternoon when we finally got out of bed after going to sleep at 5am) I was actually bummed we didn’t get them. This feeling proved to myself I wanted it. It was exciting that I was going to get something permanent like this with my sisters. To know that the four of us all have the same yet unique mark representing ourself and the four of us.

I think the other girls felt the same too because we decided we were going to get them still. We packed up all our stuff to leave and were planning on leaving for home right after the tattoo. Micaela found a place with good reviews, Diversity Tattoo, that conveniently had an opening 30 minutes later and their minimum price was $60 (the places on Fremont were $100 min). We got food and went on over. Our guy, Seth, was really nice and sketched our design. First try and it was perfect. When he asked who was going first the three of us youngsters pointed to Nicole. Sorry Nicole but you’re experienced with this! We went in age order. My heart was pounding so fast! Nicole’s probably took 10 minutes so I felt a little better BECAUSE I WAS NEXT! I made Nicole hold my hand when he started LOL, but then I was fine. I mean it still hurt, especially the part that was on my bone. Again though, 10 minutes and I was done. Next up was Tab. I actually thought she might cry because of the face she made. She held Nicole’s hand the whole time (she got her right wrist while Mic and I got our left). Last up Micaela.

It was official, the four of us are branded together and I was really excited! None of us wanted to tell the parents. We waited until this past Thursday when we had to because we went over there for Dakota’s (Nicole’s daughter) birthday dinner. Unplanned, Micaela and I happened to both wear long sleeves to dinner that we refused to pull up while eating even though it was spaghetti. We waited until we were all about to leave to tell them. Dad had the bigger reaction but in a not mad kind of way. He was really shocked (especially about Tab and I) and licked his thumb and tried to rub mine off LOLOL and proceeded to tell us they were lame and asked why we got houses. Dad, they are pentagons! (Sidebar: Nicole messed up and told people we got pentaGRAMS! *insert palm to face emoij* WOMAN! We are not satan worshipers get it right! PENTAGON!)

Anyways, it was fine and my dad texted me in the morning that it was actually kind of cool we got something together and he was happy it had meaning.

And that is the story folks! I am officially tatted. Guess that means I’m a bad ass now. You know, tattoo, started a blade gang, turning into a rebel over here! HAHAHA. Check it out!

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