After a year of trying to get pregnant without success, my husband and I were referred to a fertility clinic. I was hoping it would be a simple case of “unexplained infertility” that would require a straightforward solution. We were not so lucky. My doctor...
I thought we should start things off by letting you know how I like to dress. My personal style is pretty simple. I like to keep things clean, a little edgy and (hopefully) chic.
You can almost always find me in some sort of heathered grey. American Apparel tri-blend deep V tees are a favorite.
Deeply inspired (as always) by Leo Babauta of Zen Habits, and in particular by his personal experiment of A Year of Living Without, I have decided to embark on the same experiment.
I am doing this for the same reasons Leo writes, below:
“It’s my way of finding out what’s truly necessary, of simplifying my life, of making room for other things.
I’m testing the boundaries of my needs. It’s good to test your personal boundaries now and then (or, if you’re me, all the time).
So what’s the Year of Living Without?
The terrible two’s. We’ve all heard about this challenging phase. We attempt to prepare ourselves by reading parenting books that highlight the “effective” or “right” ways to intervene with our kids. But until your toddler is sprawled out on the floor, crying hysterically and screaming bloody murder as onlookers size you up with a judgmental glare, you have no idea how intense, frustrating, confusing and embarrassing this behavior can be.
Life as a Mom is busy and hectic. Life as a Single Mom is exponentially busy and hectic. The lunches, carpools, schedules, laundry, social directing, and daily adventures keep Moms constantly on the go, and as a result we often forget to take time just for ourselves. It’s hard to balance family time with time for yourself. I know that for me, it’s always a struggle. After all, I see myself as Mommy first and then everything else follows.