My loveliest Katie, I read somewhere that I should write a love letter to myself. This letter contains all the words and expressions of love that my heart desperately longs to hear from a man, a boyfriend, a partner, a husband, or whoever. Words that I have never received. Sounds silly. I brushed it off, … More A love letter
Well dang. That happened quickly. 35. Yesterday, I was 32 and facing a divorce. Last week, I was 28 preparing for the birth of my first son. Last month, I was 25 planning my wedding. Last year, I was 21 living my best college life. I remember facing my 30th birthday with horror. I didn’t … More Here I am at 35
I have been getting a few questions about what do I do for Katie. What is my self-care? What am I going to do for Katie today? What is the next adventure for Katie? When I am down or struggling with letting my boys go off and live their life without me, I am reminded … More This is my self-care
I thought I was doing a really good job of letting go of my perfectionism. But it a part of me that keeps popping up over and over again. I am much better about striving for perfect. Giving up control. Giving it to God. All those fun little sayings. Here is the thing about me. … More How Do I Stop Trying To Be Good and Just Be Me?
I do a lot of bold things. Blogging. Sharing. Voicing. It is kinda easy for me. Okay, not at first. But overall, I don’t pause so much in blasting my fears, tears, and stumbles on the Internet. My divorce has pushed me out of my comfort zone and blogging has thrown me into a world … More Seeing myself in a different light
I have been told multiple times that anger is a secondary emotion. Meaning, there is another emotion driving the anger. The primary emotion usually grief, hurt, betrayal, loneliness. People would rather feel the anger than expose and accept the real issue. Some people thrive off of anger and wrap it around themselves like a shield. … More So I am angry
We are changed people. I know this. I acknowledge this. Yet, sometimes my heart remembers a time where we weren’t. We were the two young adults madly in love with each other. We were giddy about our relationship, our future, our life together. In my decade with him, I never lost those butterflies whenever I … More We are changed people
This vacation was a year in the making. Some sun. Some sand. Some wedding festivities. A perfect reason to jet down south and take in a Mexican holiday. Winter was rough. ROUGH. I found myself slugging through depression again. I was mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted. I welcomed this vacation with open arms. The day … More Thank you Mexico for reminding me
I have avoided this subject because, well it is very painful. And scary. And the one thing that could very well break me. My boys. My sons. My sweet, innocent, loving boys. Divorce. Combine them and it hurts. Their dad and I are united in raising them together. Right now, we agree on how we … More I am sharing my children with another woman
Sunday wasn’t the best day for our little family. April was pretending to be January. My children thought 6:30 am was a good time to play, shout, and wrestle on my bed. I was (and still am) in limbo with my medication transition and my sleep, patience, and nerves were lacking. My four year old … More A bad Sunday doesn’t make me a bad mom
