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I hate going to the doctor. This hate is not fear related because I honestly don’t believe they can tell me anything I don’t already know, or at least haven’t pondered. It’s the poking, the prodding, the closeness, and of course, the judgement, that bothers the hell out of me. It’s the all-knowing eyes, psuedo-empathetic head nods, and deep sighs that piss me off.

When I go to the doctor’s office, I am usually aloof and reserved. I may even be cold. And it’s very intentional. I’m not a sharer in general (I know, I know. I’m a blogger.), but I’m definitely not into sharing the most intimate details of my body–what it’s doing, how it’s doing it, etc. It’s overwhelming and it’s too much. View Post

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You know how you’ve been with someone for so long that you think you know them? You can anticipate almost every move that they’ll make or know exactly what they’ll say before they say it because it’s the same song and dance as always? Yeah? Good because you’ll understand how I feel about my husband and how he feels about me. Having been together since we were super young (like not of drinking age, can’t quite vote yet, but we think we’re grown young), Hubz and I know each other. I even know how he gets when he’s hungry. And all I can say is, “Thank goodness for SNICKERS®.”

Like most people, when I get hungry, I get hangry. I’m all, “Where is the food and why is it not in my mouth?” It’s no holds barred when it comes to me and my hunger. I can admit that with no shame. Okay, maybe just a little bit. But Hubz? He’s on a whole ‘nother level when it comes to his hunger. Because he gets goofy; just flat out insane. And between the two of us, hilarity ensues.


And when I’m not hungry, it’s great. We can go on like this for hours! But can you imagine two hungry people—one who’s suffering from hanger and the other one that’s suffering from delirium—trying to have a conversation? If you can’t, let me tell you that it’s a sight to see, but not a very pretty one. Since I know our habits (and I know my husband), I do my best to keep quick snacks in the house, or in my purse, or in the car. I work right down the street from a Family Dollar store and usually swing by to grab a few things on my lunch break, like these SNICKERS®. They’re right on the candy aisle at the checkout. Super convenient.

SnickersInstore snickerscloseup  If I even catch a whiff of Hubz going off the deep end with random jokes that are not really funny (sorry Hun), or silly pranks that leave me wondering why I said, “I do,” I’m quick to grab for the nearest SNICKERS®—Peanut Butter Squares, Almonds, Extreme, whatever’s available. Just something to nip the return of “Goofy Man” in the bud and get my normal, still funny but not obnoxiously goofy, husband back…

…because he is not himself when he’s hungry.

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So what are you (and your significant other) like when you’re hungry?

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For many parents, back to school time is a big rush.  There is just so much to do and so little time to do it.  My BlogLovin’ feed confirms my suspicion that this time of year is overwhelmingly hectic for a lot of parents.  My  household is no exception to this and for us, it’s usually go, go, go as well.  This year, though, we’re easing into the school year.  We’re taking it slow and not getting bogged down over the little stuff.

Because the little stuff, the stuff that I’ve found myself fretting over every school year, is so unimportant.  So very unimportant.  My experiences over the last two weeks have taught me that life is actually what’s important.

For Jam, school started over a week ago, but today will be her “first day” as a first grader.  While her classmates have found their seats for the year and made new “best friends,”  Jam is focusing on not falling when she walks, holding a pencil again, and being able to feed herself like the 6 year-old she is.  As a mother, it’s hard to watch the other kids run across the street to Jam’s school every morning–laughing, talking, walking with their friends, while my daughter looks on as we pass by, on our way to an appointment or to my mom’s house so she can be babysat during the day.  It’s even harder to know that even when she returns to school, it likely won’t be “like it used to be.”  I’ve read that it can take months for a person’s body to get back to normal after spending a couple of days on the ventilator.  Jam was on it for 8.


I hurt so much for my baby, but I also have to be strong for her and assure her that everything is going to be just fine.  I have to put on a brave face and a fake smile when she asks when she’ll be “normal” again.  Or when she starts crying because she falls as she’s trying to run.  Or when she becomes upset because what used to take 5 mins now takes 15 or 20.  Or when she drops a cup of juice because her hands slip off–they’re not strong enough to hold on yet.  Or when she loses her balance attempting to walk down the stairs.  Or when she asks why she has to take so much medicine.  Or when she asks me the questions that I will likely never be able to answer:  Why do I have asthma?  How come I get so sick?

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So, yes. We’re easing back to school this year.  Even though the doctors cleared her to return to school a couple of days ago, my mommy mind told me that my baby needed to rest.  She (and we) need a few moments to just be.  No poking, no prodding, no questions.  Just stillness, if only for a moment.  This year,  I’m leaving the hoopla and the rushing and the scheduling and the go-go-go mentality alone because it’s not important.

It’s so not important.


Maybe it’s because I’m reading Danielle LaPorte’s The Desire Map.  Or maybe it’s because every time I turn around somebody is asking, “How do you want to feel?”  Or maybe I’m just damn sick of setting goals, accomplishing them or not accomplishing them, and not giving a damn either way.  It could be either or none of those things, but the fact remains that I’m done with empty goal-setting.

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Now, let me be clear.  I’m not advocating that you (or me) wander aimlessly through life.  In thinking about it, it’s actually quite the opposite.  I’ve found that knowing how I want to feel, what feeling I’m getting after, is helping me define what it is that I want.  From there, I can set the goal…but not before.

A couple of years ago, I created a 25 Before 26 list.  There were some things on there that I felt and other things that I thought.  How can I tell?  Well, because when I look back over the list, some things still excite me (accomplished or not) and other things are just “meh.”  Nothing wrong with “meh” goals if you want to live a “meh” life, but I assume you, like me, don’t want that.

Once I finish The Desire Map (or maybe even before) and have identified my core desired feelings, I plan to create a series on living out those CDFs.  The gurus call this manifestation, I believe.

So here’s to creating.  Here’s to goals with soul.

How do you feel about setting goals purely based on the way you want to feel?  Have we been setting goals all wrong?