When I was engaged last year, my life became a whirlwhind of stress, anger, and disaster.
There was a lot of fun, excitment, and joy too.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."-I guess that's a good way to put it.
So, for your entertainment, I am going to tell you all the crazy and bad things that happened before I made the biggest jump of my life thus far.
6 months before: Started having bad enough anxiety that I stopped denying the fact that I needed therapy. Way bad anxiety.
Also, started living with a strange roommate. Tension in the apartment skyrockets.
2 1/2 months before: Get strep throat literally hours after taking engagment photos. Which was during spring break.
1 month before: Depressive symptoms start kicking in as side effect from birth control. I didn't know it at the time, but looking back, I turned into a whole different person.
Also, sick again with a super bad cold.
2 weeks before: Seamstress messes up sizing on my dress, and this fact isn't realized until it's too late. Also, strange yellowed areas are found on the skirt of my dress. Yikes.
Best friend holds bridal shower for me and I somehow miss the detail that the shower is at my parents house until 15 minutes before said shower. House is a mess. I have to clean it.
1 week before: Still sick, and still trying to get dress figured out. During the past month, I am more stressed than ever before, and my mom and I pretty much hate each other. And I am not even going to go into the whole "Crap I need a job and don't have time to look!" thing.
Day of: I wake up, start to put on wedding breakfast outfit, and the zipper of my dress destroys itself. All of my other clothes are moved into my new apartment, which is 1 1/2 hours away from my parents house. None of my sisters are even close to my size. So, we go to Target.
Wedding breakfast makes me feel sick. But it's not too bad.
Craig's family tells strange and embarrasing stories about him, and because of my elevated state of anxiety all rational thought leaves me and I spend about the next half hour convinced I am marrying someone with major psychological problems.
On the way to the temple, it rains.
And then, we get into the temple. It's so beautiful and calm. Craig and I sit in the temple, talking, for about half an hour before our wedding ceremony. We talk about our dreams and how we want our life and home to be. We both can't stop smiling and crying as we sit together thinking about our life together and how much we love each other. We look at the beautiful paintings on the walls, and the beautiful flowers that are all over the place. And we both know that in that moment, we are just inches away from heaven.
I don't remember much of the ceremony, just that it was simple and beautiful. But sometimes Craig and I still get to experience those little moments of being inches from heaven, both at the temple and at home. He is such a blessing in my life.
Was being engaged the most difficult 6 months of my life? You betcha. Did I feel horrible, lonely, and anxious the whole time? Almost.
Do I feel better now? More than you can know!
Sometimes, when we are about to do something really amazingly good for our lives and the lives of others, lots of bad things happen to us. Call if what you will...adversity, satan, temptation...
But once we get through it, our lives will be so much more wonderful. My life is far from perfect, but being married to Craig makes it so much better than it was before.
You just can't be afraid. You have to push through the difficulties until you've completed your goal. You just have to trust yourself and God.
Oh, and the dress did end up working out, just so you know.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
A little glance into my adolescent life
Adolescence is a very fascinating time to be alive. Right now, taking a class on adolescent development has been such a great little reminder of all the "fun" times I had. Today we talked about achievement and motivation in adolescence...and I was reminded of this experience.
When I was 13, I was highly involved with a group of homeschooled students (if you didn't know already, yes, I was homeschooled) that overlapped in extra-curricular activities. We were involved in a club called "Minutemen" (learning about government, money management, and politics), a book club (I know, classic homeschool..) and a learning co-op that covered several non-core subjects each week.
Well, there was this one girl in all of these groups that was my age. She was a golden child. A high achiever. She was not only smart, but popular, among both peers and adults.
This girl was classy. She wore nice, button-up shirts, jeans, and necklaces. She had an oh-so-grownup layered hair cut that was brushed neatly and straight every day. She was skinny and tall. I remember one time we had a pizza party to celebrate a great run with the "Mock Trial" competition we had participated in. She was the center of attention. She got compliments on the ither girls for her long, slender torso and her cute clothes. Really, she didn't look like she was 13. I think she could have passed for 16. At that party, I stood there awkwardly, thinking, "But wait! I have a long torso and I am not getting any compliments!!"
Ok, so she looked classy. But she was also smart. One time we had a history project where we had to write a diary entry as if we were gorwing up in the 1700's. I wrote a one-page entry about, I dunno, milking cows or something. Her entry was probably 3 pages long. It took her like 10 minutes to read it in front of the group. It was rich with detail and historically accurate events. She also seemed to pay attention really well in long lectures (which the minutmen class was full of) and always took notes.
All the grownups loved her because she was so studious and answered questions without stumbling. She also behaved well and knew when to listen and when to talk. To an adult, she was the goal of what a homeschooled child should be. And she treated me like I was 5 years younger than her.
Then there was me. I was short. And definitely chubby. At 13, I was experiementing with fashion a lot, but I basically wore a lot of purple and wierd hair clips. my hair was a scraggly mess that I thought I could put into a decent bun. And the bangs...ohhh boy. They were thin (because thick, straight across bangs werent cool anymore) and the thiness resulted in stringiness hanging limp above my eyes. Then, I let long strands of hair hang by either side of my face because it surely would make me look like an anime character.
Brain-wise, my lightbulb was a little..flickery. I had a hard time paying attention in lectures, and drew flowers and animals I had invented all over my notes. I was conscious that the world around me was my "audience", and so I behaved in a theatrical way. I wasn't confident, and I probably annoyed most adults I cam in contact with. A lot of the time, I felt awkward around the other kids and played with my younger sister's friends or any available animals. All in all, I was *wiggles fingers* different.
But I had fun. When our co-op went to the park, I excitedly went straight for the playground and played in my own little world. She was resonsible and helped the babies play. That was an awesome playground, by the way. Though I was self-conscious, all those little drawings and daydreams I had during lectures everntually developed into a rich network of inspirations for design..something practical I can use for design now. I know how to interact with children without being condescending, because I can now relate to that feeling. I'm still awkward sometimes, but now I know that everyone feels that way, and you are much happier when you just embrace it.
If I would have just tried to fit in and be like her, I would have been bored out of my mind.
When I was 13, I was highly involved with a group of homeschooled students (if you didn't know already, yes, I was homeschooled) that overlapped in extra-curricular activities. We were involved in a club called "Minutemen" (learning about government, money management, and politics), a book club (I know, classic homeschool..) and a learning co-op that covered several non-core subjects each week.
Well, there was this one girl in all of these groups that was my age. She was a golden child. A high achiever. She was not only smart, but popular, among both peers and adults.
This girl was classy. She wore nice, button-up shirts, jeans, and necklaces. She had an oh-so-grownup layered hair cut that was brushed neatly and straight every day. She was skinny and tall. I remember one time we had a pizza party to celebrate a great run with the "Mock Trial" competition we had participated in. She was the center of attention. She got compliments on the ither girls for her long, slender torso and her cute clothes. Really, she didn't look like she was 13. I think she could have passed for 16. At that party, I stood there awkwardly, thinking, "But wait! I have a long torso and I am not getting any compliments!!"
Ok, so she looked classy. But she was also smart. One time we had a history project where we had to write a diary entry as if we were gorwing up in the 1700's. I wrote a one-page entry about, I dunno, milking cows or something. Her entry was probably 3 pages long. It took her like 10 minutes to read it in front of the group. It was rich with detail and historically accurate events. She also seemed to pay attention really well in long lectures (which the minutmen class was full of) and always took notes.
All the grownups loved her because she was so studious and answered questions without stumbling. She also behaved well and knew when to listen and when to talk. To an adult, she was the goal of what a homeschooled child should be. And she treated me like I was 5 years younger than her.
Then there was me. I was short. And definitely chubby. At 13, I was experiementing with fashion a lot, but I basically wore a lot of purple and wierd hair clips. my hair was a scraggly mess that I thought I could put into a decent bun. And the bangs...ohhh boy. They were thin (because thick, straight across bangs werent cool anymore) and the thiness resulted in stringiness hanging limp above my eyes. Then, I let long strands of hair hang by either side of my face because it surely would make me look like an anime character.
Brain-wise, my lightbulb was a little..flickery. I had a hard time paying attention in lectures, and drew flowers and animals I had invented all over my notes. I was conscious that the world around me was my "audience", and so I behaved in a theatrical way. I wasn't confident, and I probably annoyed most adults I cam in contact with. A lot of the time, I felt awkward around the other kids and played with my younger sister's friends or any available animals. All in all, I was *wiggles fingers* different.
But I had fun. When our co-op went to the park, I excitedly went straight for the playground and played in my own little world. She was resonsible and helped the babies play. That was an awesome playground, by the way. Though I was self-conscious, all those little drawings and daydreams I had during lectures everntually developed into a rich network of inspirations for design..something practical I can use for design now. I know how to interact with children without being condescending, because I can now relate to that feeling. I'm still awkward sometimes, but now I know that everyone feels that way, and you are much happier when you just embrace it.
If I would have just tried to fit in and be like her, I would have been bored out of my mind.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Cooking
If you know me, you know that I love food. I eat like a bear getting ready to hibernate. In fact, the colder the weather, the more bear-like I become in my eating habits.
Since starting college, that hunger has probably quadrupled. I snack in almost all of my classes...learning just makes me so completely hungry! Part of the reason I snack is to keep me awake. Because when it is cold and dark during an 8:30 am class, sleep is pretty much unavaiodable for me, even if I got plenty of sleep the night before. Like a said, I am pretty much a bear. It's amazing that I am not overweight.
Despite my ravenous hunger, I have very little ability to cook. In fact, I pretty much got last place in the gene pool when it comes to cooking. Most of my six sisters can cook pretty well. A couple of them are amazing cooks, and one of them even makes up her own healthy and delicous recipes. They seem to find some kind of satisfaction and joy in cooking. I just find joy in watching cooking shows. I mean, come on, I've messed up Easy Mac. Reading recipes confuses me.
My husband, Craig, does most of the cooking around our apartment. Lucky for me, he inherited a vast amount of great cooking genes from both sides of his family. His grandma on his mom's side makes some of the best foods I have ever had-such as the amazing quiche I devoured last time I visited. His dad and is brother are barbeque experts, not to mention great at making almost anything else. His mom makes perfect fajitas and roast. So Craig is very talented. I never liked oatmeal until he made some. Almost everything he makes is perfect and amazing.
However, because we can't afford to keep our freezer stocked with things like microwave burritos and tv dinners, I have to cook to survive every once and a while.
Here are some improvements I have made since getting married:
-Today, I made 2 lovely over-easy eggs without ruining them for the first time. These eggs have rendered me to tears before, but today they didn't burn, stick to the pan, or break.
-I now remember to put the pasta in the water AFTER the water reaches a boil.
-I made mashed potatoes from scratch and they were actually good.
-I also made steak a couple times. I hate using the stove though. I almost always burn myself when cooking over the stove...
Well, that's about it. In my defense, I can make amazing chocolate chip cookies, and my from-scratch pasta sauce is pretty good too.
Since starting college, that hunger has probably quadrupled. I snack in almost all of my classes...learning just makes me so completely hungry! Part of the reason I snack is to keep me awake. Because when it is cold and dark during an 8:30 am class, sleep is pretty much unavaiodable for me, even if I got plenty of sleep the night before. Like a said, I am pretty much a bear. It's amazing that I am not overweight.
Despite my ravenous hunger, I have very little ability to cook. In fact, I pretty much got last place in the gene pool when it comes to cooking. Most of my six sisters can cook pretty well. A couple of them are amazing cooks, and one of them even makes up her own healthy and delicous recipes. They seem to find some kind of satisfaction and joy in cooking. I just find joy in watching cooking shows. I mean, come on, I've messed up Easy Mac. Reading recipes confuses me.
My husband, Craig, does most of the cooking around our apartment. Lucky for me, he inherited a vast amount of great cooking genes from both sides of his family. His grandma on his mom's side makes some of the best foods I have ever had-such as the amazing quiche I devoured last time I visited. His dad and is brother are barbeque experts, not to mention great at making almost anything else. His mom makes perfect fajitas and roast. So Craig is very talented. I never liked oatmeal until he made some. Almost everything he makes is perfect and amazing.
However, because we can't afford to keep our freezer stocked with things like microwave burritos and tv dinners, I have to cook to survive every once and a while.
Here are some improvements I have made since getting married:
-Today, I made 2 lovely over-easy eggs without ruining them for the first time. These eggs have rendered me to tears before, but today they didn't burn, stick to the pan, or break.
-I now remember to put the pasta in the water AFTER the water reaches a boil.
-I made mashed potatoes from scratch and they were actually good.
-I also made steak a couple times. I hate using the stove though. I almost always burn myself when cooking over the stove...
Well, that's about it. In my defense, I can make amazing chocolate chip cookies, and my from-scratch pasta sauce is pretty good too.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Moving forward
Life just keeps moving forward. It's pretty great.
I changed my major to Interdisciplinary Studies. My two areas of focus are art and child development. I think I am going to be able to graduate next spring!!! :) Finally!
After that I plan on studying Aesthetics, so I can take care of people's skin and put makeup on them. I just want to design accessories and put makeup on people forever.
I have actually wrestled with my career dreams a lot. Am I shallow for just wanting to create things that make people look good? Should I be more concerned with changing the world than creating frivilous products for women?
But I have loved makeup and accessories ever since I can remember. I was one of those kids that stole thier mom's makeup as often as possible just to experiment and play with it.
I figure if this is what I really love, then somehow I will help many people with it. Besides, many people don't make the world a better place just from thier career or thier academics. It's what they do for thier family and friends, and anyone else they serve with kindness, that matters. It's the example they set of honesty and sincerity that is an influence for good.
I have some great role models in the world of makeup. Michelle Phan, of course, Doe Deere, owner of Lime Crime cosmetics, and the inspiring Kandee Johnson. Check them out to see why.
In other news:
I am taking Ceramics this semester. It's a lot harder than I thought it would be, but I am starting to get the hang of it. I can't wait to take home my new treasures after the semester ends. I wish i could make much more to give away, but it's pretty time consuming and i am a little behind in class already. I am hoping that once we learn the wheel, I can churn out a few bowls or cups to give to friends and family.
I am also taking a class on Infancy and Early Childhood development, and I get to play with little toddlers and babies in a "lab" (like a preschool but they only come for an hour every day). These kids are so sweet! I enjoy talking to them and helping them learn and play.
Remember how last spring semester I was super healthy and felt great? Well, I have fallen a little behind. Which is sad, because I kept that healthy living going through the summer and fall. But I am starting to get back on top of my health again. It's just hard when it's SOOOOO cold. It makes me want to eat tons of chocolate and mashed potatoes and gravy and watch tv under a blanket all day. Plus when I am busy with school, I am excessively hungry. Since starting college 3 years ago, I've gotten so hungry! Yesterday, I decided that if I was some type royalty/diety that people worshipped, they would probably address me by "Oh hungry one" or "your hungryness."
Craig is great, as usual. We are super excited to go to a valentine's dance tomorrow...it'll be our first time dancing since December (when we held a cultural dance party). I'm pretty sure Craig spoils me. Honestly, I feel like my whole family does, his side and mine. I am so blessed to have such great people that love me and laugh at my very strange sense of humor.
Humor is another thing that has taken a prominent role in my life lately. Craig and I are pretty much addicted to Saturday Night Live right now, and besides that we just love to laugh. My favorite hobby lately is trying to see how hard I can make Craig laugh. I feel like I had forgotten how to really laugh and be funny last year and being married to Craig has completely changed that.
One of our neighbors introduced us to Adventure Time, which is probably one of the funniest cartoons I have EVER watched. Just thinking about it makes my brain send shiny beams of humor out of my head.
:D Don't let go of the happy times friends...remember the best you've been, and the person you want to be.
I changed my major to Interdisciplinary Studies. My two areas of focus are art and child development. I think I am going to be able to graduate next spring!!! :) Finally!
After that I plan on studying Aesthetics, so I can take care of people's skin and put makeup on them. I just want to design accessories and put makeup on people forever.
I have actually wrestled with my career dreams a lot. Am I shallow for just wanting to create things that make people look good? Should I be more concerned with changing the world than creating frivilous products for women?
But I have loved makeup and accessories ever since I can remember. I was one of those kids that stole thier mom's makeup as often as possible just to experiment and play with it.
I figure if this is what I really love, then somehow I will help many people with it. Besides, many people don't make the world a better place just from thier career or thier academics. It's what they do for thier family and friends, and anyone else they serve with kindness, that matters. It's the example they set of honesty and sincerity that is an influence for good.
I have some great role models in the world of makeup. Michelle Phan, of course, Doe Deere, owner of Lime Crime cosmetics, and the inspiring Kandee Johnson. Check them out to see why.
In other news:
I am taking Ceramics this semester. It's a lot harder than I thought it would be, but I am starting to get the hang of it. I can't wait to take home my new treasures after the semester ends. I wish i could make much more to give away, but it's pretty time consuming and i am a little behind in class already. I am hoping that once we learn the wheel, I can churn out a few bowls or cups to give to friends and family.
I am also taking a class on Infancy and Early Childhood development, and I get to play with little toddlers and babies in a "lab" (like a preschool but they only come for an hour every day). These kids are so sweet! I enjoy talking to them and helping them learn and play.
Remember how last spring semester I was super healthy and felt great? Well, I have fallen a little behind. Which is sad, because I kept that healthy living going through the summer and fall. But I am starting to get back on top of my health again. It's just hard when it's SOOOOO cold. It makes me want to eat tons of chocolate and mashed potatoes and gravy and watch tv under a blanket all day. Plus when I am busy with school, I am excessively hungry. Since starting college 3 years ago, I've gotten so hungry! Yesterday, I decided that if I was some type royalty/diety that people worshipped, they would probably address me by "Oh hungry one" or "your hungryness."
Craig is great, as usual. We are super excited to go to a valentine's dance tomorrow...it'll be our first time dancing since December (when we held a cultural dance party). I'm pretty sure Craig spoils me. Honestly, I feel like my whole family does, his side and mine. I am so blessed to have such great people that love me and laugh at my very strange sense of humor.
Humor is another thing that has taken a prominent role in my life lately. Craig and I are pretty much addicted to Saturday Night Live right now, and besides that we just love to laugh. My favorite hobby lately is trying to see how hard I can make Craig laugh. I feel like I had forgotten how to really laugh and be funny last year and being married to Craig has completely changed that.
One of our neighbors introduced us to Adventure Time, which is probably one of the funniest cartoons I have EVER watched. Just thinking about it makes my brain send shiny beams of humor out of my head.
:D Don't let go of the happy times friends...remember the best you've been, and the person you want to be.
Monday, January 17, 2011
different.
"You're just a little...different. But there's something kind of fantastic about that." -Fantastic Mr Fox
I like being different. Many people do. And recently, I have realized that I have changed a lot since I got married 7 months ago. Most people do. Which is pretty fantastic.
How I have changed in:
My Style-I guess you could say my style has become more "grown-up", but that doesn't mean it has calmed down at all. I still like to have tons of fun with color and accessories. In fact, my sense of style has probably broadened since I got married. I think it's because I care even less about what people think, now that I don't have to keep my options open for a suitor. Let's just say you probably won't see me running around in khaki pants and a polo or button-down-solid/striped preppy shirt anytime soon unless required by an employer.
This gypsy costume is closer to my everyday style than...Khakis and Polos.
I hate doing my hair even more now than before. Every year I seem to care less and less about using a curling iron or straightener. Here's the thing: a couple years ago I discovered that in all Marc Jacobs ads, the girls had a very product-free looking bed-head wave hairstyle, which I can pretty much replicate if I just sleep on my hair wet and then not do anything with it in the morning. That's what I did all last summer, when my hair was long. But sadly, right now it's shoulder length, and I don't know what to do with it.
Also, I have mastered the perfect cat-eye eyeliner look.
I love Saturday Night Live now. Also, I actually take an effort to search out new and interesting music for myself. I used to kinda just stick to my staples unless a friend was "kind" enough to force me to get into some other bands. Still don't like when people try to get me to try their music and talk it up a ton. Because...then we don't talk and just end up listening to segments of songs and my attention span goes out the window.
Personality:
I like dogs more now. I liked dogs before, but now I just love dogs. Even the little snooty ones. (Except mini poodles and chiuauas.) I think Craig passed this trait on to me.
I miss these little cuties so much!!! Every time I go to "The Burrow" (code for my parent's house) these little faces excitedly greet me and my heart explodes with furry, vanilla-frosting joy. Miss Stacy (the one in the top photo) is my soul sister. If she was human, I know she would be hanging out with me and my best girls Kim and Miche all the time and we'd buy vintage clothes together. P.S. I was going to include a photo of the new dog, corduroy, but accidentally deleted it from the post :( and I am sick of uploading photos.
I am quieter. I am often at a loss of what to say, and I like listening more now too. I also like to be home more now. Don't be fooled, I still have to get out and socialize in order to keep my sanity, but it's great to sit around at home with Craig and watch movies and make accessories. By the way, I make waayyy cuter accessories now than before I got married.
I liked spending time with family before, but I really really like it now. Craig's family included. My family is just so darn funny, and no one even knows it! I have these awesome grandparents (that really do feel like more than in-laws) and all my sisters are even more fun than ever. I mean look at us all dressed up for Harry Potter:
This is us in age order.
This is us in age order.
This is us in height order. Awesome.
Lastly, I like babies more. I used to be scared of interacting with babies; I was super scared I would make them cry really loud somehow and their mothers would disown me as a friend. But Craig and I have this niece who is pretty much adorable. She has won me over to the "I think babies are pretty darn cute club."
This is me with Carlie. She's so cute!
And here's a bonus picture of Craig and I in a cuddle puddle with the dogs.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
classes and other things
Well, I just had my first week of the new semester. I am taking Infancy, Adolescence, Abuse and Neglect, and Ceramics. I acturall like all my classes and teachers so far this semester. I've already had classes from 2 of them, so I kind of know what to expect. I also have at least one friend in each class, so that makes it much more enjoyable. It's definitely nice when you get further in a major because you start to have classes with all the same people. Lucky for me, FCHD majors are usually very down to earth. Well, ok. You would have to be pretty down to earth to be succesful in the home and family field. In a couple weeks I will be starting infant lab, which is basically where I get to teach and play with cute little 2-yr.-olds for a couple hours every tuesday. I think it's going to be a great experience.
I love ceramics. I have always wanted to take a ceramics class, ever since I started college, so this is great. It feels good to sit there and create. I create a lot at home too; making all sorts of accessories, but ceramics is nice because it involves a lot of repetitive motion and a totally different kind of mindset.
As usual, work keeps me busy. I feel like I am getting pretty good at this whole janitorial thing. I walk much much faster now and I have actually become much stronger. I have plenty of gross toilet stories I could share, but I won't.
The Escapist (My alter ego if you don't know) hasn't been let out to play much lately, and I was starting to go crazy. Although we did throw a cultural dance party in December, and that was great, I worried a llittle too much about being a good hostess to really loosen up. You may ask what a cultural dance party is. Well, it basically where you dance to music from other countries and cultures than your own. Pretty straightforward.
Anyway, last night I finally let the escapist have some time. I basically set aside somedaydreaming time where I just listend to movie soundtracks and let my mind wander. It was great. The best daydream by far was where I was learning how to use my magical powers from a gryffon, and we found out Craig had the ability to talk to and understand animals. It was awesome.
So yeah. I feel pretty good about life right now.
I love ceramics. I have always wanted to take a ceramics class, ever since I started college, so this is great. It feels good to sit there and create. I create a lot at home too; making all sorts of accessories, but ceramics is nice because it involves a lot of repetitive motion and a totally different kind of mindset.
As usual, work keeps me busy. I feel like I am getting pretty good at this whole janitorial thing. I walk much much faster now and I have actually become much stronger. I have plenty of gross toilet stories I could share, but I won't.
The Escapist (My alter ego if you don't know) hasn't been let out to play much lately, and I was starting to go crazy. Although we did throw a cultural dance party in December, and that was great, I worried a llittle too much about being a good hostess to really loosen up. You may ask what a cultural dance party is. Well, it basically where you dance to music from other countries and cultures than your own. Pretty straightforward.
Anyway, last night I finally let the escapist have some time. I basically set aside somedaydreaming time where I just listend to movie soundtracks and let my mind wander. It was great. The best daydream by far was where I was learning how to use my magical powers from a gryffon, and we found out Craig had the ability to talk to and understand animals. It was awesome.
So yeah. I feel pretty good about life right now.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
A few goals.
It's kind of fun to make new years resolutions:
1. Clean the bathroom once a week. This includes scrubbing the toilet, cleaning the mirror, counter, and sink, mopping and sweeping, and spraying down the shower with shower cleaner.
2. Try a new makeup look once a week. I got this idea from Michelle Phan..it's actually one of her resolutions. It can get so easy to be stuck in a rut and un-creative.
3. Actually pay attention when Craig and I read scriptures together. This means taking turns and each of us saying an insight afterwards.
4. Do dishes every time I eat. Seriously!
Well, that's a pretty good list. Wanna know a secret to actually accomplishing goals? Keep them simple and specific and use numbers.
A bad example of a goal: Pick more stuff off my floor.
A good example of a goal: Put away 20 things off of my floor each night before going to bed.
Hope that helps.
1. Clean the bathroom once a week. This includes scrubbing the toilet, cleaning the mirror, counter, and sink, mopping and sweeping, and spraying down the shower with shower cleaner.
2. Try a new makeup look once a week. I got this idea from Michelle Phan..it's actually one of her resolutions. It can get so easy to be stuck in a rut and un-creative.
3. Actually pay attention when Craig and I read scriptures together. This means taking turns and each of us saying an insight afterwards.
4. Do dishes every time I eat. Seriously!
Well, that's a pretty good list. Wanna know a secret to actually accomplishing goals? Keep them simple and specific and use numbers.
A bad example of a goal: Pick more stuff off my floor.
A good example of a goal: Put away 20 things off of my floor each night before going to bed.
Hope that helps.
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