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Intentional Living: Part One Year End


I ended 2019 in an actual fog of gratitude and grief. The year itself hadn't been all bad, and was poised to end on a high. I was happy and content. I had survived the transition into middle school with my tween. I had just about made it through the holidays. I was ready to have that Holly Jolly Christmas I hear about on the radio. 

Two days before Christmas my beloved grandmother had a massive stroke. Catastrophic is what her doctor called it, and within hours my family and extended family was navigating a huge loss. I did my best to keep it together for my children, who honestly were more concerned with Santa finding us if we traveled on Christmas Eve. It wasn't easy and I found myself constantly repeating "grandmas dying" in my head, as if I wasn't completely drowning in that thought already. 

Those days between Christmas and New Year's, the days that most of us hibernate, were spent reflecting on my year. I spent hours on social media reading articles to jump start the year. Not because I'm of the "new year, new me" mindset, but somewhere I was hoping to find some motivation. What did I want to do with my brand new year? Who did I want to become? Everything I read didn't feel right, didn't exactly fit well. Until I stumbled upon this article about ending the year intentionally. 

It's easy to be blinded on all the folks on social media with their "New Year New Me" diets and work out regimens. The multiple posts about being your best self, building your best self, finally taking chances. I wasn't ready to "bet on me" or "do the things that scare me". I really needed to reflect and find some clarity while I was so overwhelmed with grief. It helped me examine the last year with new eyes and find some good when I was feeling so bad. 

10 Questions to end 2019 Intentionally (These questions are totally paraphrased. Please visit the article for the real deal.)

What makes this year unforgettable?
Obviously the standout was my grandmother dying at the close of 2019. Just writing it in my notebook made it so real, but also opened me up. I was able to think about other things that made the past year unforgettable. I stayed married. You can laugh all you want but every year I stay married is a victory in my book. The Husband and I have had some hard years in the last part of the decade. Closing this year and decade married was a success in my view. My girls grew and thrived. They danced more, and enjoyed themselves so much. Caitlin completed elementary school and went on to middle school. There were so many changes and then when I think about it not that many. Our trip to Disneyland was pretty amazing too, so I'll add that. 

What did I enjoy doing this year?
Going gray. Honestly letting my hair grow in it's new natural color was liberating. I've been trying to cover my gray hair consistently since I was in my 20s. I was at the point that I needed to touch up my roots every three to four weeks, I just couldn't do it anymore. I gave myself six weeks to let it grow and decide if it was the right thing for me. I spent countless hours on Instagram looking at the SilverSisters hashtag. I'll admit, it was rough at first, people asked a lot of questions, it seemed shocking for someone my age (41 by the way) to not cover their roots. Finding the right mix of shampoos and conditioners helped. After years of using boxed dyes, my hair was so damaged, it was starting to fall out. The best part of the entire thing? I wasn't hiding anymore. I was constantly preoccupied with covering my roots. Every big event, every photo taken, I worried that my roots were showing. So I gave up, and set myself free. It has been the best thing I've done for myself in years. The added perk? I get compliments on it all the time. To the point that I've been asked for my colorist's number twice!

Who/What am I grateful for?
My health. My family. My friends. I am surrounded by amazing people. I'm so grateful for them.

Biggest Win this year?
I made it. Emotionally. Financially. It seems simple, but these are two of my biggest stressors. 

What did I read/watch/listen?
Read: Daisy Jones and the Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid. Summer of '69 by Elin Hilderbrand. One Day in December by Josie Silver. All excellent. Daisy Jones is written in a way that as a writer was inspiring. Summer of '69 was such a fun read and had some historical elements that I loved. Plus I'll read whatever Elin Hilderbrand writes, so... I read one day in December last January. It was the first book I read last year. It was everything you love about Holiday Rom-Coms. If you love Nancy Myers, you will love this book. 
Watch: The Handmaids Tale, which, as always, was thought provoking, infuriating, and completely engaging at the same time. Elisabeth Moss is everything. The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel is so well written and incredibly funny that I'm convinced that Amy Sherman Palladino is too good for us. Plus the ensemble cast cannot be beat! Side note: I binged watched the West Wing last year. I think I was the last person on Earth my age who had never seen it. I'm not going to lie, I loved it with my whole heart. I cried almost every episode, and it made me yearn for 90s politics, and I never thought I'd say or type that!
Listen: Lizzo and Bille. There were no others. 

What impact did these read/watch/listen selections have on you? 
What is fantastic about reading, watching, and listening, is that they essentially doing the same thing, telling a story. The books I read last year inspired me to write, but also inspired me to really listen and engage in the stories being told. The shows I watched were not just entertaining but thought provoking. The Handmaids Tale remains the scariest thing on television! Lizzo showered me and my daughters in girl power. I am constantly surrounding myself with pop culture, because it's always an inspiration. 

What did I worry about the most? How did it turn out?
Money. I'm constantly worried about money. Which is funny because my husband's long running household chore is being in charge of the bills. Still, every swipe, every withdraw for "dance" incidentals, makes me sweat. It always turns out fine, but it will always give me anxiety.

Biggest Regret?
Before December 23rd, my answer would have been completely different. I would have said not submitting any of my writing. I would have said not writing and blogging more. But now, as I start 2020 it's not spending enough time with my grandma. I regret not calling her more. I regret never getting her life story down on paper. There are many regrets at this time.

What is the 1 thing I changed about myself?
As I said before, my hair. It changed me emotionally as well as physically. It helped me embrace aging. The old commercial about "growing old gracefully"? Well they didn't mention that you'd have to be graceful emotionally as well. That's been harder than the physical part.

What surprised me the most?
That 2019 closed A DECADE. Ten years. I didn't even realize it until all those "Last 90 days" posts on social media. So many incredible, heartbreaking, mind numbing, brave, ugly, happy, sad things happened in the last 10 years. I changed as a person multiple times. I became a mom of two in the last decade. I went back to work, quit, and then went back again. I became a blogger and a writer. I grew into motherhood. I grew into my marriage. I stumbled and got back up again. So much life was lived in what did not seem like ten years. 

If I could go back to January 1st, 2019 what would I suggest to myself?
Call Grandma Now. Write every day, even when it hurts. Exercise in any way, walking is still moving. Take more pictures, your Instagram is looking sad girl! Be easy on yourself, it has never been about perfection. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. 

After years of neglecting this space, I'm thankful if you found your way back and had a look around. I'm hoping to visit this space more often in the coming year. 


Dear Megan, aged 17

If you can't already tell, I've been suffering from writer's block this week.  Not anything major, just overwhelmed by life and the mess of it.  I've been on the go,  I've been crafting, and let's be honest here I've been playing candy crush and stalking some of you on Instagram.  Here is another repost that originally appeared on Confessions of a Semi-Domesticated Mama over a year ago.  
And who knows I may have posted it here.  
So I hope you enjoy some of my old stuff, 
even if you have been reading for awhile.  
XOXO

Dear Megan, age 17

You are going to think this is crazy, but I'm you.  Seventeen, or so years from now.

I know, I know, you don't want to hear it, because you are smarter than me.  Let's be honest, you think you are smarter than everyone.

Such attitude, 17 is serious business.


Well honey, you're not.

You think you suck right now.  You think that your differences set you apart.  That you are strange and ugly.  You think that because the boys aren't knocking down your door, that that means you suck.

On the contrary that's what makes you incredible.

Trust me.

I know you put up a nice front.  That you are strong and tough, that nothing can hurt you or touch you.  Nice try, I know what's going on.  And trust me.  I'll never forget what you are feeling right now.

Here's what I want to tell you.

Mr. Right now, is actually Mr. Wrong.  Be grateful.  What you think is love, is literally high school.  Sure he is what you think you want, but he doesn't want you and that's the toughest lesson to learn.  Learn it, embrace it, and be better for it.  I'll let you know right now, that you eventually do this, and you are just fine...

The next few Mr. Rights are Mr. Wrongs too.  Sorry, just a warning.

You are not going to make it to Berkley.  You are not going to major in Poly Sci with a minor in Women's Studies.  You will not go on to design a skate punk line for girls... I know, I know, majorly crushing your dreams.

YOU WILL, go to college, and even join a sorority... Hear me out, now.  It's an amazing group of women, who will help you find your true self.  Who will love you even though you are dressed like a skater the first night they meet you.  Who will walk next to you through every major milestone in your life. 

YOU WILL, find Mr. Right, and he will be Mr. Right, but that road will not be easy and you will work very hard on that relationship.  But you are passionate and only your best self with him.  Don't even think about looking for him now.  He will come to you when you least expect it, and you will be wearing little make-up and a hat, but he will call you anyway.

YOU WILL marry a registered republican, who will someday drive a gas guzzling SUV, and makes fun of you because you will one day ask him if you need to compost.  He will not like the Beatles, he will have no idea who the Descendents are, and will only like Blink 182s new stuff.  Deal with this.  HE IS IN FACT THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE. 

This is you and the hubbs on your
7th Wedding Anniversary.


YOU WILL HAVE BABIES and they are beautiful and give you a renewed life.  I know you hate kids now, but somewhere about 25 you will change your mind about procreating.  Everything you thought you knew about love and devotion will go out the window with motherhood.  I'm just warning you now.  This will change you, the amazing part is, you won't care.

This is you and your babies at the beach (2011).
They are your heart and soul.


MOTHERHOOD WILL BE THE HARDEST JOB YOU HAVE.  You will think you suck at it.  Well this might actually be a good thing to mention now.  How you feel right now at 17 about yourself, you will feel all over again at 29 with a newborn.  This too will pass, and you will find your way.  Take my advice.  Ask for help.  Lean on people.  Let it go.  Be the mother you want to be, not the mothers you read about in the books.  Those books suck and don't tell you the nitty gritty on what to expect.  Expect exhaustion, expect a landslide of emotion, expect joy and liberation.  Expect to love and hate it at the same time.  And expect to want to do it all over again, ten fold.

So now I will close by telling you to LIVE THIS LIFE.  Even when you think it sucks.  Don't give up on you.  Be grateful you are living it.  Dreams change, people change, goals change.  So let go, and be.  Let go and do.  Let go and thrive.  Don't be scared, be excited.  This life is all we never dreamed of.

It's more!

With Love,
Megan, aged 35 and counting


Adios June {a rant}


This was possibly the hardest month I've had in a while.  I wasn't sure I was going to make it to the end.  I'm not being over dramatic either.  It was also a month that flew right by, with little or no time to enjoy it.  But here I am, on the 30th, living to tale the tale.  Also it's about 109 outside and we (the family) have yet to leave the house.  It's just the kind of day I needed to recover from a month that almost beat me.

June started like this:


But really felt like this:


I'm going to go ahead and complain about the things I couldn't change, because that's progressive right?

Complaint worthy:
My mom got sick, like 2 trips to the ER sick.
My car broke down, as in dead with my mom on her way to the ER 
and John and the kids in the pool with no phone access.
Late for a hair appointment with no car seats.
Late afternoon naps which mean pj parties 
with a 3 year old that last till one am.
Mad Men season finales that leave me with important questions.
Four thirty am wake up calls to get to work on time.

It wasn't all bad.  In fact there were some great highlights.  My oldest turned six.  We completed kindergarten.  I started working out again.  And while this month was crazy full, busy, what have you.  I was still able to look back on some highlights.

Note worthy blessings:
Kindergarten ended, mama's heart broke, but First Grade here we come.
A wonderful Father's Day spent poolside.
Caitlin turned six and was spoiled for an entire week.
A night out with the girls to shop at Target with greens straws in our cups.
Catching up with a dear friend even for just 45 minutes.
Mom is on the mend.
My car is alive again.
Late summer nights spent in the front yard with our favorite people.
FURLOUGH, from my seasonal job.
Slowly starting to write and blog again

June, you almost killed me and I thought Jillian Michaels was tough.
But you are done, and I will miss you for all the blessings you brought.
Tell your friend July I'm still in recovery mode...


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Slumber Parties, Red Lips, Boys{Looking Back 1991}

 
 
Welcome to another edition of Looking Back!
This has been such a fun link up for me, but maybe not so fun for the Hubbs.
I say that because I made him move heaven and earth to find some pictures today.
Let's just say I'll be ready for the next 10 link ups.
Yeah, I'm a photo hoarder!
 
Let's get on with the show, that is, 1991.
 
I'm going to cheat a little and share some pictures from December 1990,
which is basically '91.  
I was in 7th grade in 1991, and after a few weeks in "loaner-ville" at a brand new school, I finally made some friends.  Junior High brought on a life of it's own.  I wasn't just at a new school, I was taking the bus to and from said school.  Then I was coming home to an empty house for at least 2 hours.  Oh, put down your iPhone, that was perfectly normal back then.  And since I had made a friend or two, I rarely came home alone. 
On the contrary, I was living it up.
 
Case in point this picture and my bestie from 7th grade sitting on Santa's lap.
 

Sure we are a little old for the big guy.
You can barely see him.
And sadly I think I'm wearing fleece/sweat pants.
That obviously do not match my 49ers jacket.
Which was my dads.
Also nice spiral perm, tell me I'm not the only one...
 
Let me say that this bestie will forever have my heart.
She taught me many lessons on friendship, and we were able to connect recently on Facebook.  I've also re-connected with her mom, which was also awesome!  She posted some pics from my bestie's 14th birthday slumber party last year.  We were in our PJ's with bright red lipstick on.  Because that's what 13/14 year old fashionistas do at slumber parties right?
 

Here is a picture from said slumber party.
I will tell you that Vanilla Ice was playing in the background.
That we all sang along to Ice Ice Baby.
That we may or may not have given each other make overs with Revlon Red lip samples and blue and purple eyeshadow.  Nothing says slumber party like awesome makeovers.
Also we may or may not have prank called a few people who were boys that we may or may not have had crushes on.
I'll admit to nothing.
 
What I will admit to is that we watched Saturday Night Live.
Because this was Mike Myers in his prime!!
Shortly after we pretended to go to sleep,
only to be woken up by my besties mom and chocolate chip pancakes.
Oh, to be 13 again!!
 
I'll close with a very old Polaroid of me in the summer of 1991.
I remember the sweater I'm wearing because it came from Contempo Casuals.
I remember that summer because it was the first summer I stayed home alone while my parents worked.  Don't worry I was a boring kid in comparison to kids these days.  I stayed up most nights until 2 and slept until noon the next day.
To be able to sleep with reckless abandon now?  To be a kid again.
 

I think my smile says it all.
 
 
 
 
Now it's your turn!
Link up with us!
Anything about 1991!
You, music, movies, whatever!





 

It was the 90s, and other excuses {Looking Back Link up}


 
 
Are you all ready for this?
I don't quite think you are.
Prepare yourself for the absolute horror that was mistaken for fashion.
Tell yourself that this person, the 12 year old me, conscientiously, picked out this dress.
That I thought that this was perfect for my 6th grade promotion ceremony.
I could say, well it was the 90s, I was only 12 years old, I didn't know better...
I have no excuses.
I knew better.
Both my grandmothers read Star Magazine, and since I could sound out words so did I.
So I knew Mr. Blackwell, and I knew better.
 
See for yourself.
 
 
Mind you, this is a picture of a picture.
But still.
It's red, with some floral/Hawaiian floral.
Items to note:
The watch, a Mickey Mouse watch bought at Disneyland with great pride.
My spiral permed hair, and if I must, permed bangs.
My smile is just so since I was rocking a brace face.
Also what you can't see since I had to crop the picture,
white turn down socks with lace, stuffed neatly into white slingbacks.
Oh, and of course they aren't just white slingbacks, they are
pointed toe, small kitten heel sling backs.
Because every 6th grader should wear turn down lace socks with sling backs.
Seriously, was I getting fashion advice from ZZ Top videos?
 
Let's talk about the bright side,
Oh because I'm going to find one after this fashion disaster...
 
The bright side would have to be that 34 year old me thinks 12 year old me is cute.
Just like my mom used to tell me that all the things I hated about myself, made me cute.
The chubby cheeks, the smile, even the spiral permed hair.
Why is it that at 12 we never believe our mothers?
 
Note to my daughters, who will read this in the future some day:
One day, your embarrassing early adolescent pictures will no longer embarrass you.
In fact you may or may not publish them on the Internet for anyone to see.
Because you will grow up and appreciate the hard knocks of being a pre-teen and then a teen.
And you will look in the mirror one day and beg for those cheeks
and that shiny hair with zero grays, instead of the baggage under your eyes
and the roots that grow in 2 weeks after a pro dye job.
You will realize how far you have come, and wish in your heart that you could tell 12 year old you, just how awesome being 12 really is.
 
 
 
 
Link up y'all.
 






Earthquakes and Baseball {1989}

 


Is it the first of November already?
Wow, October just flew by.
You all know the drill.
Link up your favorite memories of 1989.
Want to know what I remember best about 1989?
 
The Loma Prieta Earthquake.
I was in 6th grade.
The Giants were playing the A's in the World Series.
My dad and I had just settled at home to watch the series.
I was upstairs in our condo, and dad was downstairs.
In that condo, you couldn't shut the door without the whole condo shaking.
That's why I thought my dad had slammed the door.
I thought, "Where is he going? The games gonna start."
Suddenly the TV went blank,
and the real shaking began.

via Google Images
 
In California they teach you to go under a table or in a doorway at birth.
This idea alluded me now.
I remember my dad yelling for me to come down the stairs.
It was like trying to walk on a rope bridge.
He met me half way and carried me out to the curb.
He sat me there, and said he was going to move our car,
in case the building fell.
What?
Could that even happen?
Then, I swear I will never forget,
the ground started moving again...
and the pavement looked like waves.
 
My mom was still at work and that day her 15 minute commute took 45.
She said all the tiles in the ceilings in her building fell.
She said all of the lights were out in the entire town.
 
From our cars, we listened to KNBR for updates.
KNBR was supposed to be calling the World Series.
That day, it gave us the news.
 
As a result of the 7.1 earthquake, we were out of power for 2 days.
We stayed with my grandparents since they had a generator and a gas oven.
My aunts, uncles, and cousins stayed too.
Being kids, we thought it was fun.
I was and still am a news junkie, so I was glued to the TV.
We watched non-stop coverage.
We saw the collapsed bay bridge.
We the Marina District burn.
We saw a completely destroyed downtown Santa Cruz.

via Google Images

It was crazy.
We slept at Grandma and Grandpas for four days.
Mom was afraid to go home to our two story condo.
When we did, the three of us camped out in the living room.
And wouldn't you know a 5.0 aftershock hit that night.
I remember my dad throwing his arm around both my mom and I.
We just stayed there in a bear hug until the shaking stopped.
I don't think any of us slept soundly for a few months.
  
Just as life went on, so did the World Series.
The Giants didn't win the series that year.
They wouldn't win until 2010.
They also won this year.
When they won, the eleven year old in me
 thought about the 1989 Earthquake.





 
 
 









When I was 10 {Looking Back 1988}

 
 
In 1988 I was 10.
What I remember most about 1988 was our family trip to Disneyland.
Mom, Dad, Aunt Marilyn, and I road tripping to the happiest place on earth.
We went to Disneyland, Universal Studios, and Knott's Berry Farm.
It was a blast!
Even the crazy bus trip to Universal which seemed like the longest day ever!
We had a great time even though we went in the Summer,
and had to endure long lines.
Star Tours was totally worth the 3 hour wait all three times.
I'm deadly serious.
 
 
I'm telling you that when you are 10, perms are the coolest.
Don't I look cool?
Everyone had that hair right?
What the (blank) was I thinking?

 
This off center picture was taken by me.
With my first 35mm (google it).
It was so cool too, grey with a purple strap.
I thought I was the best photographer, and I have a billion pics
of the parade, the rides and random tourists.
Not much has changed.
I still take crooked pictures!
 
 
This is a rite of passage at the Happiest Place on Earth.
I think everyone who has visited Disneyland has a picture similar to this.
I can't wait to get a picture of my girls here.
It doesn't matter how old I get, when I see this at the front gates,
I turn into a kid again!!
 
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There is one more thing that reminds me of 1988.
It was the last year I felt good about myself.
After this amazing Disneyland trip, I started 5th grade.
In 5th grade everything changes.
I remember that this was the last summer I wasn't worried about being chubby.
After this summer, I was called fat.
I started weighing myself.
I started eating salads.
I was concerned with calories.
Not what a 10 going on 11 year old should be concerned about.
This was the last time my I'd like what I looked like in the mirror, or pictures.
I wouldn't wear my hair this short for years,
in fear of my chubby round face looking rounder.
Looking back the perm seems pretty bad,
but what was worse is that that girl lost that blissful feeling
being just a girl with a bad perm and a big smile.
 
Dear 10 year old me,
Don't sweat it.
Those cheeks go away.
Everyone will have that perm.
Those mean girls get fat when they are old.
You do not.
And you get boobs.
Your Welcome!
 
Want to have some fun?
Join us and link up your 1988 stories!
 


 
 









Looking Back 1987 {It's getting awkward}

 

 
 
What can I saw about 1987?
Um...
Awkward.
 
I was nine.
And I had a little boy haircut.
And I wore lots of tomboyish clothes.
Awkward.
 
I've never claimed to be a fashionable blogger.
I take low maintenance to an entirely new level.
But something tells me that this photo,
just might end up as a meme.
And then on Pinterest.
Then I just might have to change my name.
 
 
Yes, I did just post this picture on my blog.
Why were these pictures such a huge trend?
The picture itself is awkward.
What am I really reflecting on at nine?
 
As for little ol' me in the picture,
let's see...
Huge Teeth?
Check.
Little boy cut?
Check.
Proving that I'm actually a nine year old girl
by wearing pink and earrings?
Double Check.

Side note,
That sweatshirt was my mom's.
I remember "stealing" it.
I liked the way it was off the shoulder,
very flashdancey, kind of 80s pop, if you will.
I was nine, ok?
 
 
Sarcasm aside, here is a picture I really do cherish.
 
My grandma and I.
I was at her house every day from 6 weeks until Jr. high.
Because my momma worked.
This lady taught me lots of lessons.
On life, love, and how to make tortillas.
Although now it alludes me.
The tortillas, that is.
So blessed she is still checking up on me,
and praying to the Virgin Mary for me.
Love. Her.
 
 
Random facts about 1987 me:

Favorite TV show:
ALF
 
Favorite Book:
Little Women
 
Favorite thing to do:
Watch TV with my mom late at night.
Moonlighting, Kate and Allie, Designing Women.
 
Favorite movie:
Dirty Dancing
Yeah
 
Fashion trends:
Oblivious.
 
 
What were you doing in 1987?
Were you awkward like me?
 
Don't worry, I founds some 1988 pics.
The awkward continues.
 







WIWW: 1986 {Looking Back Link Up}

 
 
 
 
Here is a little peek at WIW in 1986.
Keep in mind that I was 8 years old.
And that it was the 1980s.
Which are coming back, and I just hope I do them better justice this time!
 
 

Can we talk about this picture for the moment?
Ok, first Santa Clause has been cropped out.
So it may give you illusion that it was Halloween.
It was not.
In fact it was a few weeks before Christmas.
And yes that's a cup, knocked over at my feet.
I'm sure it was mine and that I knocked it over as I was posing with Santa.
Now let's discuss my outfit:
School Sweatshirt in what appears to be an Adults size Small or Medium.
Hot pink tights, that I remember were shiny.
Not fashionable opaque, but shiny.
Leg warmers?
Of course, it was 1986.
Pink Jellies?
Absolutely.
1986.
And a skinny headband and punk rock cropped hair.
I wish I could say that was why my hair was that short.
Is it sad that I may or may not re-create this outfit
with a sweatshirt cut up to be off the shoulder?



 
Here I am again.
Apparently making a sandwich.
My father loved his Nikon something fierce,
so he documented everything.
Including the use of French's mustard.
Hot pink shorts and a boat neck t?
How was I more fashionable then than I am now.
Also I would kill for my cropped hair to do that now.
I actually tried this haircut again in high school and it was not
half as cute or half as cool as it was in this picture.
To be 8 again...
 
 
For some reason these were the only pictures I was in from 1986.
My mom says that's because most of my pictures
were from my baton twirling days.
So those will be up on the blog next month for 1987.
Yeah, leotards, tights, and lots and lots of sequins.
You've been warned!
 
Come link up with us!
Just write a post about 1987.
Anything and everything.
Including any trends that you may have missed
in the even that you weren't born yet.
In which case, I'm going to go and sign up for AARP!