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i am a 40 year old woman as well as a wife and mother to two little boys, ages 5 and 3. I grew up on the east coast about an hour outside of nyc but went to college in colorado which would remain my home on and off for the next 20 years, we recently uprooted our life and moved our little family back to my home to be closer to family.

i don’t know many people whose life has been smooth sailing and mine is no different. after many painful setbacks, my life started to shift and once it started moving it seemed to all happen very quickly. is there such a thing as too much of a good thing?? in the past few years my life looks closer to what i had hoped it would be and yet it seems that something was lost during the past few years with changing identities of wife & mother, sleepless nights and essentially no self-care - a term i was not familiar with before becoming a mom. even afterwards i did not understand what it meant. it seemed that no mothers around me were basking in regular massages, leisurely coffee dates with friends or time being quiet and alone. all of these things felt luxurious and not a necessity. but my journey over the next 5 years of limited time to myself and higher stress of purchasing our first home, renovating it, building a community garden, planning a wedding, getting married, challenging pregnancies, raising babies, navigating the first years of marriage, running multiple businesses alongside my husband and then moving across the country, renovating another house while living in my parents house commuting 45 minutes to the kids school, brought me to the end of myself. this is my story to finding my way back to seeing the beauty that is my life, to seeing the light in my eyes again when i look in the mirror. to grounding myself, sinking my feet into the earth and blooming once again.

 
 

a new life

 
 
 
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august 24, 2011

our first blind date. we met on match.com and i distinctly remember praying that God would give me some hope. he was renting a house right on wash park and when i walked up all the windows were open and there was jazz playing. i remember he was wearing a well worn widespread panic shirt and he had meyer’s handsoap. i also remember looking at his eyes and thinking he could be the father of my babies. well we walked around the park and talked for 5 hours that night. it was a bit of a whirlwind from there.

 

our little boys…

i was already 34 years old and my husband was 40 when my husband and I married. we weren’t sure how hard it would be to get pregnant so we decided we wouldn’t do anything to prevent it. in our case it happened quickly. just one month after our honeymoon we found out we were pregnant.

 
 

i used to believe i could create my life to be just what i wanted it to be… 

but then life happened. heartache, death, marriage, children, depression, moving. this is the story of one woman’s journey to finding her connection to life again. this is my story, written cathartically to heal my soul because i have lost something, the thing that makes life worth living. i am surrounded by goodness but also challenges. and my focus continues to shift to the challenges. but i believe that i can still find her, that i can reclaim my life. but i have to be willing to be brave, to wrestle with the darkness that has taken up residence within. i do this to honor God, for my boys, for love and most importantly for me.