Lane comes up to me saying 'Mom, Mom, come see! I made foot prints!'. Okaaaay....I'm thinking as I get up to see. Sure enough, there they are, cute little two year old foot prints meandering in circles on the hardwood. But they are awfully wet. We DID just walk in from the pool however.....? Hmmmm. Where IS the towel on the floor that must be so wet?! Wait....what's THAT?! The puddle of.....of....?! 'Lane! What is that?!'. 'Pee!'. He exclaims proudly. Oh dear.
The footprints ARE still pretty cute though!
Smiles, Be well,
Crystal
Monday, May 23, 2011
Fallers Wife Angst
Today is the first day Brad is actually falling again. Due to some circumstances out of our control he ended up with his first 2 days off. So, while I felt I was adjusting well to him being gone, last night it kind of hit me. Not him being away. But his god forsaken line of work. It's scary. It's dangerous; second most after Alaskan crab fishing apparently. There are so many 'what ifs' that lurk up while I lay still in the dark trying to push them down and get some rest. Two major 'what ifs' are thankfully not part of this job. No helicopter or float plane rides. Hurray for that. The act of falling the trees is still so nerve racking though. Words like 'snag' and 'widow maker' do nothing to quell my unease. Yes, I feel assured he is good at what he does. Yes, I believe he won't put himself in a situation that isn't reasonable. But while I run these things through my mind, other, brutal scenarios still fight to rear their ugly heads. Sigh. It is what it is though. I'm sure after day one, and each subsequent day, my racing mind will quiet. The day to day of being home alone with three kids will take over more and more of my physical and mental energy. Leaving me to do nothing else but crash at the end of the day. I will welcome the fatigue with gratitude. Anything to put an end to the awful 'what ifs' playlist on repeat in my head.
Be safe, Brad.
Smiles, Be Well,
Crystal
Be safe, Brad.
Smiles, Be Well,
Crystal
Sunday, May 22, 2011
What's in a Name?
Morning, Readers,
Wow, have things changed around here! Some major, life shifting, changes.
We've left three jobs, and picked up one new (old) one. I politely declined continuing my 'second' job as part of my 'scaling' down efforts to re-balance myself. You may remember some struggles I was having awhile back. A lot stemmed from too much on my plate. I was still left with my job at Starbucks though. A job I actually really, REALLY enjoyed. It was an excellent adult/social outlet for me after spending so many hours with my 3 babes. It was easy, I was good at it, and for the most part, enjoyed every minute of it. But there were downfalls. Downfalls that slowly started showing themselves over the 18 months I worked there. Things that, at first, seemed a fair exchange for what we gained. Gradually though, I started questioning whether it was worth it. My house became harder and harder to keep nice. Basics were getting done, but piles of clutter, paperwork, STUFF were starting to inhabit closets, corners, flat surfaces. Laundry was never ALL done. Kids toys were in random bins everywhere. Library books and shoes were missing. It became apparent that with 3 kids, 2 working parents, and very little time when those 2 parents were home together, that we were lacking in both time and energy to get more than the basics done. After feeding, bathing, homework, school runs, grocery shopping, laundry (some!), dishes and bedtime, our tanks were running dry. My heart tank was starting to run dry. It ate at me that things were unraveling. On the school front I was missing field trips, concerts, plays, sporting events. I was forgetting to send a towel on swim days, shoes on track days, a coveted item on show and tell days. I had faint memories of reading and signing field trip forms, and monthly 'overviews' of upcoming events. I still forgot many. I didn't get to read to them 4 evenings a week. I didn't get to help with homework more than half the school week. I was missing snuggles, bathes and tuck-ins. On the other hand, Brad was working all day and then dragging himself through all these routines on dead feet. Missing me, and my help, while I felt I was missing out. It wasn't working for us. It slowly became apparent that the sacrifices we were making just weren't worth it.
We talked about what we needed. For our relationship, our family life, our monetary existence. Everything. It looked more and more like Brad returning to falling, and 'camp life', would provide sustenance for all these things. Yes, he would be gone for extended periods of time. Yes, I would lose my 'adult time' outlet. Yes, it wouldn't be all easy. BUT, it would provide us quality time together when he was off, it would allow me to re-invest myself in my top 3 priorities; my kids, it would give us the chance to alleviate much financial stress and plan for 'extras' as well. So I left Starbucks. Brad left his job. I became a camp wife again. We have embarked on a camp life.
We are on day 2. So far, so good. It will take some settling in. There will be a learning curve. Brad will be missed. He will miss us. In my heart though, I feel peace. I believe this was a good move. I believe I will start to feel whole again. Not empty and stretched and grasping.
That brings me to the post title, 'What's in a Name?' Part of my commitment to this new endeavor is to also get back in touch with my Blog. I need it. As an outlet for my thoughts, feelings, days recounting. To keep myself in touch with that 'outside world' I've stepped away from. It helps me to relax, gather my thoughts and reflect. It WILL likely take on a new feel though. That of a stay-at-home Mama living on her own for stretches of time. Sooooo....I am changing the Blog name. I've never been satisfied with what it is called now anyways, so it fits my 'new leaf' sort of life right now too.
Stay tuned. Change will happen in next few days.
Smiles, Be Well, Crystal
Wow, have things changed around here! Some major, life shifting, changes.
We've left three jobs, and picked up one new (old) one. I politely declined continuing my 'second' job as part of my 'scaling' down efforts to re-balance myself. You may remember some struggles I was having awhile back. A lot stemmed from too much on my plate. I was still left with my job at Starbucks though. A job I actually really, REALLY enjoyed. It was an excellent adult/social outlet for me after spending so many hours with my 3 babes. It was easy, I was good at it, and for the most part, enjoyed every minute of it. But there were downfalls. Downfalls that slowly started showing themselves over the 18 months I worked there. Things that, at first, seemed a fair exchange for what we gained. Gradually though, I started questioning whether it was worth it. My house became harder and harder to keep nice. Basics were getting done, but piles of clutter, paperwork, STUFF were starting to inhabit closets, corners, flat surfaces. Laundry was never ALL done. Kids toys were in random bins everywhere. Library books and shoes were missing. It became apparent that with 3 kids, 2 working parents, and very little time when those 2 parents were home together, that we were lacking in both time and energy to get more than the basics done. After feeding, bathing, homework, school runs, grocery shopping, laundry (some!), dishes and bedtime, our tanks were running dry. My heart tank was starting to run dry. It ate at me that things were unraveling. On the school front I was missing field trips, concerts, plays, sporting events. I was forgetting to send a towel on swim days, shoes on track days, a coveted item on show and tell days. I had faint memories of reading and signing field trip forms, and monthly 'overviews' of upcoming events. I still forgot many. I didn't get to read to them 4 evenings a week. I didn't get to help with homework more than half the school week. I was missing snuggles, bathes and tuck-ins. On the other hand, Brad was working all day and then dragging himself through all these routines on dead feet. Missing me, and my help, while I felt I was missing out. It wasn't working for us. It slowly became apparent that the sacrifices we were making just weren't worth it.
We talked about what we needed. For our relationship, our family life, our monetary existence. Everything. It looked more and more like Brad returning to falling, and 'camp life', would provide sustenance for all these things. Yes, he would be gone for extended periods of time. Yes, I would lose my 'adult time' outlet. Yes, it wouldn't be all easy. BUT, it would provide us quality time together when he was off, it would allow me to re-invest myself in my top 3 priorities; my kids, it would give us the chance to alleviate much financial stress and plan for 'extras' as well. So I left Starbucks. Brad left his job. I became a camp wife again. We have embarked on a camp life.
We are on day 2. So far, so good. It will take some settling in. There will be a learning curve. Brad will be missed. He will miss us. In my heart though, I feel peace. I believe this was a good move. I believe I will start to feel whole again. Not empty and stretched and grasping.
That brings me to the post title, 'What's in a Name?' Part of my commitment to this new endeavor is to also get back in touch with my Blog. I need it. As an outlet for my thoughts, feelings, days recounting. To keep myself in touch with that 'outside world' I've stepped away from. It helps me to relax, gather my thoughts and reflect. It WILL likely take on a new feel though. That of a stay-at-home Mama living on her own for stretches of time. Sooooo....I am changing the Blog name. I've never been satisfied with what it is called now anyways, so it fits my 'new leaf' sort of life right now too.
Stay tuned. Change will happen in next few days.
Smiles, Be Well, Crystal
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Emotional Wreck
I'm back. Sort of. I actually don't feel as if I have been totally absent. Yes, I realize I haven't posted for almost 2 months, I get that. What I mean is my mind has been so darn FULL of what I want to say, need to say, am trying to say, that blogging has been in the forefront daily. It has just been too much. Too much emotion, thoughts, feelings. I couldn't articulate it. Not into something that didn't go on and on. I'm going to try to now. A snippet at least. Let you in on where I've been, where I am coming from. It isn't exactly pretty. It is still going on. It has been a struggle.
I have been sad. Overwhelmed. Lonely. Consumed with so many emotions. Feeling very inadequate. Not a good enough wife, mom, friend. Not even much of a person. Seeing so much I want to do, ways to improve, things I believe will make me feel better. But have had zero energy to take it on. Been almost paralyzed with the enormity of it. Where do you begin when you don't think you amount to much? When you think you are really good at fooling people into believing you are someone worth being friends with, but don't believe you are indeed such a person yourself? Kind of insurmountable, right?
I think I am weighed down by 'what was'. Or 'who was'. Not ready to let go of where I've been, what has been, and make a go of 'now'. We are in a new city. (Still new enough, believe me) New work, schools, people. We have made friends. Wonderful friends in my opinion. People who like us, want to spend time with us, and who we have a really good time with. But, it is still new. I think I yearn for old friendships, times spent, people no longer part of my life. The history you have with those long-time friends. So much so that I'm not being open to what could be. What is right in front of my face.
I think the 'old friends' is easier. They have seen, and been part of so much. I am comfortable in knowing that they really KNOW me, and still like me. So I must be likable. Naturally as time passes, as we grow older, so do these friendships fade. Some seem to be going away forever, some evolving as we do, some are just the same, but with miles between us now. I have a hard time with the going away part. I am too needy, perhaps. I take it too personally. I get it, it happens. But it still hurts. And if 'old' friends don't want to still be friends, it haunts me. Makes me wonder how anyone new could want to invest. Makes me nervous to put myself out there for more hurt.
So. There it is. Part of what has been eating at me. Heartache for what was. Fear of what could be. Me really needing to stop over thinking and just let things be. I know I make friends easily. Until a certain point. Then I put a wall up and don't let them too close. I start to feel smothered as the friendship grows, and gets better, and becomes what I want....but seem reluctant to commit to. Then I am lonely and sad and missing those 'old' friends again. Messed up. I know. Something I am working on. Putting it out there will help.
Also, I'm 30 in 11 days. At risk of being cliche, I think it is actually bothering me! I never have been one to care about such things. I have to wonder if all this emotional upheaval is directly related though. I am truly an emotional wreck of late. 30. Hmmmm. What does that mean?
I guess you can consider this 'Part 1'. There is more. Believe me. LOTS more. This is all I am up to for now though.
Smiles, Be well,
Crystal
I have been sad. Overwhelmed. Lonely. Consumed with so many emotions. Feeling very inadequate. Not a good enough wife, mom, friend. Not even much of a person. Seeing so much I want to do, ways to improve, things I believe will make me feel better. But have had zero energy to take it on. Been almost paralyzed with the enormity of it. Where do you begin when you don't think you amount to much? When you think you are really good at fooling people into believing you are someone worth being friends with, but don't believe you are indeed such a person yourself? Kind of insurmountable, right?
I think I am weighed down by 'what was'. Or 'who was'. Not ready to let go of where I've been, what has been, and make a go of 'now'. We are in a new city. (Still new enough, believe me) New work, schools, people. We have made friends. Wonderful friends in my opinion. People who like us, want to spend time with us, and who we have a really good time with. But, it is still new. I think I yearn for old friendships, times spent, people no longer part of my life. The history you have with those long-time friends. So much so that I'm not being open to what could be. What is right in front of my face.
I think the 'old friends' is easier. They have seen, and been part of so much. I am comfortable in knowing that they really KNOW me, and still like me. So I must be likable. Naturally as time passes, as we grow older, so do these friendships fade. Some seem to be going away forever, some evolving as we do, some are just the same, but with miles between us now. I have a hard time with the going away part. I am too needy, perhaps. I take it too personally. I get it, it happens. But it still hurts. And if 'old' friends don't want to still be friends, it haunts me. Makes me wonder how anyone new could want to invest. Makes me nervous to put myself out there for more hurt.
So. There it is. Part of what has been eating at me. Heartache for what was. Fear of what could be. Me really needing to stop over thinking and just let things be. I know I make friends easily. Until a certain point. Then I put a wall up and don't let them too close. I start to feel smothered as the friendship grows, and gets better, and becomes what I want....but seem reluctant to commit to. Then I am lonely and sad and missing those 'old' friends again. Messed up. I know. Something I am working on. Putting it out there will help.
Also, I'm 30 in 11 days. At risk of being cliche, I think it is actually bothering me! I never have been one to care about such things. I have to wonder if all this emotional upheaval is directly related though. I am truly an emotional wreck of late. 30. Hmmmm. What does that mean?
I guess you can consider this 'Part 1'. There is more. Believe me. LOTS more. This is all I am up to for now though.
Smiles, Be well,
Crystal
Thursday, January 13, 2011
The moments we live for.....
Man oh man do I love my kids. They are quite simply what makes my heart beat, my lungs fill with breath, my feet hit the ground in the morning. Yes, I gripe. Yes, it isn't always sunshine and rainbows. 'It' is HARD. Nurturing, influencing, educating these little people. Tiring, draining, relentlessly hard work. But SO very rewarding.
A few snippets of sigh-worthy moments of late....
Lane has taken to asking 'Teach me Mama, teach me'. How awesome is that?! He has a thirst, yearning, hunger for the world around him. So much to see, do, LEARN. I marvel at how quickly he catches on, how he remembers, how he questions. How he is becoming kind, thoughtful and loving. How simply inspiring to be directly influencing THAT!
A couple of days ago the girls were watching something on Family channel. An 'Anti-Bullying' commercial came on where a boy is hiding in a locker. Lauren was quite alarmed and asked what was going on. I told her why he might be hiding, why they were advertising those sorts of things and why it is so important how we treat people so as not to make anyone feel the need to hide. She still seemed kind of upset, and Madison noticed, so she said to her 'Lauren, don't worry, we don't have any bullies at our school'. After which Lauren visibly relaxed. Now, of course their school may have bullies, but how fantastic that my 9 year old hasn't noticed it?! How my heart swelled to hear that as of yet they haven't been subject to such torment OR witnessed it! How great that, maybe, MAYBE their school is doing such a great job creating a nurturing, respectful, positive environment that, indeed, they don't have any bullies! Kudos to the school, and kudos to the kids for making it such a wonderful place to learn and grow in.
And last night. Oh you should have been here to see what I saw last night. I worked, so Brad was home with the kids for dinner, homework, bedtime. When I got home he explained to me how Lane had asked to sleep with the girls. (Just so you know...they have been sleeping together in the spare room in a queen size bed we had set up for holiday company.) I was incredulous to how it could have ever worked and probably said 'you're kidding me, right?!' He, being the softy he is, told me 'I should have seen how he asked', the whole 'Pleeease Daddy' routine and all. So, I guess he told him he could have ONE chance to settle down and go to sleep. That the girls have school in the morning...yadda yadda yadda. Well...guess what?! He fell asleep with them! Quickly, with no issues! So, as a last image before I went to bed, I gazed in at my 3 sweet, loving, content children cuddled together in slumbering bliss. How perfect. On top of that...before I went to wake them this morning, I could hear that they were already awake, laying in bed, warm and cuddling, SINGING to each other. Sigh-worthy or what?!
So there you have it. The moments we live for. Sure puts everything in perspective and makes all the other nonsense fade into the distance, doesn't it?
Smiles, Be well,
Crystal
A few snippets of sigh-worthy moments of late....
Lane has taken to asking 'Teach me Mama, teach me'. How awesome is that?! He has a thirst, yearning, hunger for the world around him. So much to see, do, LEARN. I marvel at how quickly he catches on, how he remembers, how he questions. How he is becoming kind, thoughtful and loving. How simply inspiring to be directly influencing THAT!
A couple of days ago the girls were watching something on Family channel. An 'Anti-Bullying' commercial came on where a boy is hiding in a locker. Lauren was quite alarmed and asked what was going on. I told her why he might be hiding, why they were advertising those sorts of things and why it is so important how we treat people so as not to make anyone feel the need to hide. She still seemed kind of upset, and Madison noticed, so she said to her 'Lauren, don't worry, we don't have any bullies at our school'. After which Lauren visibly relaxed. Now, of course their school may have bullies, but how fantastic that my 9 year old hasn't noticed it?! How my heart swelled to hear that as of yet they haven't been subject to such torment OR witnessed it! How great that, maybe, MAYBE their school is doing such a great job creating a nurturing, respectful, positive environment that, indeed, they don't have any bullies! Kudos to the school, and kudos to the kids for making it such a wonderful place to learn and grow in.
And last night. Oh you should have been here to see what I saw last night. I worked, so Brad was home with the kids for dinner, homework, bedtime. When I got home he explained to me how Lane had asked to sleep with the girls. (Just so you know...they have been sleeping together in the spare room in a queen size bed we had set up for holiday company.) I was incredulous to how it could have ever worked and probably said 'you're kidding me, right?!' He, being the softy he is, told me 'I should have seen how he asked', the whole 'Pleeease Daddy' routine and all. So, I guess he told him he could have ONE chance to settle down and go to sleep. That the girls have school in the morning...yadda yadda yadda. Well...guess what?! He fell asleep with them! Quickly, with no issues! So, as a last image before I went to bed, I gazed in at my 3 sweet, loving, content children cuddled together in slumbering bliss. How perfect. On top of that...before I went to wake them this morning, I could hear that they were already awake, laying in bed, warm and cuddling, SINGING to each other. Sigh-worthy or what?!
So there you have it. The moments we live for. Sure puts everything in perspective and makes all the other nonsense fade into the distance, doesn't it?
Smiles, Be well,
Crystal
Friday, January 7, 2011
Meh....sleep....who needs it?!
...........oh....hello. Sorry. I was yawning. I am so tired. Why? You wonder? Well, it seems my wee man, Lane, needs less and less sleep. Slowly, surely, since he turned 2 in October he has been shaving HOURS off. First it was his naps. Which were always consistent and always at least 2 hours....longer if I didn't wake him. Then, BAM! No more naps. Just like that. The first week or so he would fall asleep early evening if you weren't careful. (Those of you with little ones no how bad early evening 'naps' can be for you!) It didn't take long, though, for him to be easily making it through a day nap free. Sure, it was hard at first. Especially on me who suddenly had no 'down' time all day. But we adjusted. Also, he still slept 12 or 13 hours a night....straight...so no biggie, right?! Wait! Not so fast! Now he seems to think why not shave hours off during the night too. Again, it was gradual. Waking up between 5 or 6.....I managed to keep him fairly mellow with cuddles and singing, then we would get up for the day. Earlier than normal, yes. Tiring for me, for sure. Manageable though. Until last night. He woke up just after 4(!)am. Wide awake. BEGGING me to watch the 'puppies' movie. (Lady and the Tramp) For 2 hours I refused to actually 'get up'. I am completely unwilling to actually act as if it is normal to be up at 4. No, I don't ignore him or let him cry. I just don't start our day that early. We can cuddle. We can sing quietly. We ARE NOT watching movies. Maybe I'm wrong, but I figure if you let it happen, it will likely become a regular occurrence. I guess we will see. He fell asleep again around 6, and is still soundly sleeping. (So unfair!) So, there you have it. I'm tired....and really, really hoping this isn't the new normal for us!
Happy Friday Blog readers!
Smiles, Be well,
Crystal
Happy Friday Blog readers!
Smiles, Be well,
Crystal
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Resolutions.....
Today is the day. Our holidays are officially over. We woke with blurry eyes and at least 2 swats at the snooze button. Lane's first word of the day was 'stupid'. Lauren commented she can't remember the last time she had a good sleep. Madison wondered where her agenda and reading books were. Yup, back to the grind.
Sadly, it kind of felt like our holiday come to a crashing halt last week with my sickness. Although it WAS nice to be able to stay in jammies and watch a LOT of movies, I felt bad not taking advantage of our precious last 'free' days. Plus, the weather was gorgeous. So, while I sniffled, coughed and whined, I also lamented the swimming, skating, playing that could have been. I AM on the upswing now, though. So fun WILL be had this weekend. I believe skating it is. :)
Obviously, for most of us, this time of year brings around a lot of thinking. Soul searching. Resolutions. Where are we? Where do we want to be? What do we want/need more of? What could we really do without? I have so much in my head on these thoughts I am having trouble sleeping. I'm not sure if it's just because it's a new year, because it's my 30th year living this life, or because I am really just aching for some change. Positive, uplifting, forward thinking, life fulfilling CHANGE. Whatever the reason, I am going to strive to make some differences. Here are some of my thoughts on where I want this year to lead....
~ Health. I take it for granted. Even with how I 'suffered' through this week long sickness, I am humbled to think how, for so many, their health is a daily, weekly, monthly, YEARLY struggle. How lucky I am to have a fully WELL functioning body. To have healthy children. My first resolution is to LIVE healthier. More exercise, more water, more vegetables. I also intend to work harder at instilling such habits and values in my kids.
~ Education. I haven't done anything since high school. Stupidly, I didn't try very hard at that in the later years either. This is the year to get the ball rolling again. I'm daunted, to say the least. I was more than able to be an excellent student, so I plan to draw on that and finally bring it to fruition. I have started with the most basic of inquiring emails and have the box out that contains my high school transcripts. Next step, set up a meeting to see where I stand and what I need to do. Stay tuned...I will need the support.
~ Happiness. Seems simple, right? For me, I need to fine tune some things. I am going to strive to be more POSITIVE. To surround myself with positive people. To think before I speak. To breath before I react. To be more in the moment. To listen better. To not validate those people and things that seek to dim my light, unintentional or not.
~ Wealth. I'm going back to basics with this one. I am going to consciously SAVE. Off every pay cheque. Not matter what. Of all my resolutions, this is going to be the HARDEST, but a lesson I really, REALLY need to learn. I. WILL. PUT. MONEY. AWAY.
So, there you have it. A condensed version of my wildly spinning thoughts on resolutions right now. Health. Education. Happiness. Wealth. Not necessarily in that order. Each should work hand in hand to develop them all as a whole. Me, as a whole.
I would love your thoughts. Your encouragement. Your support. Your help in holding me accountable. For 2011 I intend to think BIG. Let's do this!
Smiles, Be well,
Crystal
Sadly, it kind of felt like our holiday come to a crashing halt last week with my sickness. Although it WAS nice to be able to stay in jammies and watch a LOT of movies, I felt bad not taking advantage of our precious last 'free' days. Plus, the weather was gorgeous. So, while I sniffled, coughed and whined, I also lamented the swimming, skating, playing that could have been. I AM on the upswing now, though. So fun WILL be had this weekend. I believe skating it is. :)
Obviously, for most of us, this time of year brings around a lot of thinking. Soul searching. Resolutions. Where are we? Where do we want to be? What do we want/need more of? What could we really do without? I have so much in my head on these thoughts I am having trouble sleeping. I'm not sure if it's just because it's a new year, because it's my 30th year living this life, or because I am really just aching for some change. Positive, uplifting, forward thinking, life fulfilling CHANGE. Whatever the reason, I am going to strive to make some differences. Here are some of my thoughts on where I want this year to lead....
~ Health. I take it for granted. Even with how I 'suffered' through this week long sickness, I am humbled to think how, for so many, their health is a daily, weekly, monthly, YEARLY struggle. How lucky I am to have a fully WELL functioning body. To have healthy children. My first resolution is to LIVE healthier. More exercise, more water, more vegetables. I also intend to work harder at instilling such habits and values in my kids.
~ Education. I haven't done anything since high school. Stupidly, I didn't try very hard at that in the later years either. This is the year to get the ball rolling again. I'm daunted, to say the least. I was more than able to be an excellent student, so I plan to draw on that and finally bring it to fruition. I have started with the most basic of inquiring emails and have the box out that contains my high school transcripts. Next step, set up a meeting to see where I stand and what I need to do. Stay tuned...I will need the support.
~ Happiness. Seems simple, right? For me, I need to fine tune some things. I am going to strive to be more POSITIVE. To surround myself with positive people. To think before I speak. To breath before I react. To be more in the moment. To listen better. To not validate those people and things that seek to dim my light, unintentional or not.
~ Wealth. I'm going back to basics with this one. I am going to consciously SAVE. Off every pay cheque. Not matter what. Of all my resolutions, this is going to be the HARDEST, but a lesson I really, REALLY need to learn. I. WILL. PUT. MONEY. AWAY.
So, there you have it. A condensed version of my wildly spinning thoughts on resolutions right now. Health. Education. Happiness. Wealth. Not necessarily in that order. Each should work hand in hand to develop them all as a whole. Me, as a whole.
I would love your thoughts. Your encouragement. Your support. Your help in holding me accountable. For 2011 I intend to think BIG. Let's do this!
Smiles, Be well,
Crystal
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