Happy New Year!

The New Year is upon us and that means resolutions! Most years I resolve not to resolve. That keeps the bar pretty low. As I say that I look back and each year for the past five years I did something big: start grad school, got engaged, started a company, got married, finished grad school, had a baby...
I can't even remember if that was the order how everything went down. Let's just say that's how it went and leave it at that. So as I say I have in the past resolved not to resolve, I still did some pretty big things.

This year I am just going to wing it. And by "it", I mean everything. There is no set schedule of how things "should" be from here on out. A couple months ago I had all these grand ideas of goals and how my life would be post-baby. And then I actually became a mother and then reality set in. And that's okay, reality is good. It's real.

Of all things in my life it took having a mini human that is half me, half my husband, half herself (I'm not the best at math)...to get me to just drop the act and go with the flow. And I am looking forward to it.

So of all of things I have done, I am looking most forward to 2016 and not having anything on the agenda except doing life. I have a lot to be grateful for. Look, I'm four paragraphs into this thing and I am still making sense. I may print this off and put it on the fridge.

Okay, that's it for now. Back to hiking up my jeans and doing the mom thing. And by jeans, I mean my pj's...because it's 1pm and that's what I am wearing currently. YOLO.

Peace, Hugs, and Diaper Wipes,
Mom Jeans

I Don't Know What I'm Doing

It's true. I don't know what I'm doing: Part 247.

Do you know what you're doing?

Does anyone?

Anyone who fully knows what they are doing. Good for you.

For the rest of us...who cares? We will figure it out.

So, I'm blogging again. Because, I renewed my subscription with the internet. Or I need an outlet? Or my kid is taking a nap and I am waiting on her to wake up so we can resume the newborn rodeo of eat-sleep-scream-poop-repeat. You can read on, or not. Either way, writing makes me happy and that is worth something. Not like actual money, but it's worth something...warm and fuzzy inside?

Am I a good writer? No, absolutely not. There were parts of my seventh grade language arts class that I severely regret not paying attention to. At the time, it didn't seem like I would ever need to know that stuff. Now, I do realize I missed some things. And I am just going to have to live with it. If you are a seventh grader, pay attention to your teachers. (I am SURE a middle schooler clicked on "mom jeans and barbells" and wanted to read on.) Sigh. This post has gone from bad to badder...Kidding! It's gone from bad to worse. I did half listen back then.

What was I even saying? Oh, I'm not an all-star writer. I'm not going to win a Pulitzer I realize. But I do have something to say. And by "something", I mean words. Words strung together that may or may not make sense.

So here's the deal: I'm a new mom and I like to lift weights. I'll share stuff like that. And whatever else I think someone might read. Even if I am the only one who reads this, it will be a success. Because that means I TRIED to put a sentence together. And some days that's a win.

Just as a history lesson: this blog used to be about my single life...which was terrible. Read some of the old posts if you need to feel better about your life. I have since married, finished a master's degree, and work professionally as a counselor. Somewhere in there I started a company. Through it all, I missed writing. So, I'm back. And well, my apologies in advance.

Again, to reiterate, I do NOT know what I am doing. You probably don't either. And both of us are okay. I DO have things to say. None of which will be important. And that too is okay.

Until We Meet Again/I Remember To Blog. Someone Remind Me,
Mom Jeans