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Thankful Thanks

Tomorrow is one of the few days every year where most people actually STOP and make an effort to understand how lucky they are. I'm one of them, although I'm trying to be more grateful on a daily basis. 

Basically, if you're breathing, have four walls and a roof, and food to eat, you have something to be thankful for! 

You may not have a lot but you have something. Eyes, for one thing if you're reading this. Although if you're like me, you need Coke bottles to see clearly. But then, I'm thankful for Coke bottle glasses!

Everyone has a story. Everyone has something that has crafted them into the person they are today. It's basically a miracle when you think about it: the person you met on the street that made you smile, meeting your spouse out of all the random people in the world, kids (if you have them) out of all the little angels up in heaven God gave you yours, leaving five minutes late and avoiding an accident, finding that shiny penny on the ground, seeing a hummingbird that reminds you of your Grandma. Miracles all around!

I'm grateful for the following (not an inclusive list):

  • My kids

  • My husband

  • My happy dog

  • Our home

  • A reliable car

  • Enough money so we can live comfortably

  • Our faith

  • Patience

  • Love

  • Laughter pretty much everyday

  • Understanding

  • My "job"

  • My "Coworkers"

  • The ability to work from home

  • Kindness

  • Forgiveness

I could go on! The bottom line is that Thanksgiving is great time to make a list just like this so when you're having a bad day you can remember just why you are where you are. And if you ARE having a bad day, know that it's only temporary and this storm will pass, leaving you wiser, stronger, and smarter.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Do You Believe in Miracles?

Do you believe in miracles?

Sometimes people call them “coincidences” or “right place, right time” or “luck”. I believe in miracles because I’ve been lucky enough to see them from time to time. The stories are personal, goosebump-inducing, and amazing.

Here’s the latest one:

My husband started a new job last week. It was a hard decision to leave his old job; he had been there for 17 years. I still remember when he first got the job – we were ecstatic! He had to commute quite a lot during that first year but he learned much from his many seasoned coworkers. There were so many memories, so much learning, and amazing relationships built. The company treated him well and supported our family.

But things were changing. Honestly it was making him a little nervous, plus I think he was ready for something different. But how could he even think of abandoning a company and coworkers that had become so dear to him? Was fear of the unknown enough of a catalyst to move forward?

We had SO many conversations about it. And after a few weeks of indecision, pros and cons, and worry, he bittersweetly decided to make the change.

The new job is pretty cool. He has a lot of new things to learn, laid back coworkers, less stress, and a purpose. He gets to work with people, unhurried. He’s working toward a goal that he can actually see and measure, and it benefits not only him but the people around him. It’s only been a week but it’s already clear this was the right decision, just by watching him.

Yesterday, after 6 days on his new job, he got a call from one of his old coworkers. He told my husband that they were choosing three people in their unit to undergo some drastic changes to their job. These new directives would change the core of the job, would be so adversely different that it would hardly resemble the old position. This job of driving sometimes 300 miles a day would now be a work from home position, no company car, no driving (which he loved), no human contact other than phone calls. SO DIFFERENT than what it was.

Had my husband stayed, he would’ve been one of the three people chosen for this overhaul.

And he would’ve withered and died.

Working from home, me as his only face-to-face contact, sitting at the table or a repurposed desk, no driving to different places, no new faces, no one to use his charisma and work ethic on . . . just him, alone.

Oh, he would’ve rallied. We would’ve said “Oh, it’s so great you still have a job.” And we would’ve been right. But over time, I know the silence and the stillness would’ve gotten to him.

The miracle is in the fact that he approached by his new boss mere weeks before this went down. The miracle is that he decided to make a change on faith even when it was scary. The miracle is that his new job is a perfect fit. The miracle is that after 17 years with his old job, he got out in time.

When he told me, I got goosebumps. The way God designed this is beyond human comprehension.

I’m grateful, happy, thankful, and bursting with joy knowing we made the right decision at the right time. I know our moms pray for us daily and I know God hears our prayers too.

As for me, I’ll keep doing what I love: helping people with their wellness goals, sharing the importance of natural ingredients, loving on immune systems, and so much more. My husband had a tough decision last month. I had a tough decision two years ago. And so far, we have nothing but gratefulness for the circumstances, God’s plan, and the faith that got us here.

Be well, everyone. Keep praying, keep your chin up, and know that things happen when they’re supposed to.

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Musings

'Tis the season . . .

The other day I was having lunch with a friend. We were talking about how jam-packed, crazy BUSY we are. She has one night a week where her family isn't running. One day out of six that she can be home. One day out of six she can just BE with her kids and husband.

"You can be home one night a week to catch up on laundry and actually get groceries," I joked.

We laughed.

But . . . it's kind of not funny.

This friend of mine, as well as myself, we both work full time. So do our husbands. We have two kids fairly close in age. We own our homes. Our kids are active in extra curricular activities. We're frequently exhausted. And dare I say, we're frequently taken for granted.

I am quick to acknowledge that my husband is a very hard worker. He rarely sits still, he's always on the go. He works hard and has an impeccable work ethic. He's charismatic. He is a Jenga master when loading the dishwasher. He's the "fun" parent who DOES things. (I'm the quiet parent who believes in downtime.) He mows the lawn and blows snow out of our driveway, depending on the time of year. And because we live in Minnesota, it could be in the same week. My husband carries the health insurance at his job and lives to provide for his family (his words, not mine).

However, I don't believe my husband has ever cleaned the bathroom. Or bought a Christmas gift. Or mailed out Christmas cards. Or took our kids to get a nice outfit for church, and got shoes to match. Or made sure our neighbor got a meal when their baby was born. Or made sure we don't get overdrawn on our checking account. It's not that he doesn't WANT to do these things, he just doesn't see the NEED to.

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This is the time of year, with Thanksgiving and Christmas looming, that women typically pick up the slack of the emotional to-do list. It's a thankless job, but it needs to be done. Perhaps we brought this on ourselves, making sure things are so organized and tidy. Maybe we feel like it gives us some control.

Or maybe we want to make sure our kids have bras and underwear and socks.

My son has school pictures coming up. He brought home an order form last week. If we order online, we get a free digital image. Um, I'm ALL about that. My daughter needs $17 to pay for bowling in gym class. My husband needs new tennis shoes. The dog apparently needs a new dog bed. The budget for next month should probably get penciled in. We need a new financial adviser and I have no idea where to start for that. There's no meal plan or grocery list started for next week, that's on my to-do list. I bought my sister a house-warming present that's sitting in our garage. I should really deliver it. Do I have a planner for 2018? Did I update our online planner so my husband can see it too? (Yes, I did.) It snowed yesterday. We need a new shovel for the deck. I need to mail a drawing prize to someone on my team. We carved pumpkins, check. Halloween decorations? Costumes? Candy? Pot luck at our house for friends that night? Good Lord, I need to start another list . . .

Sorry if that last paragraph gave you anxiety. But it's a prime example of the things I think about that my husband doesn't. Or if he does, he easily let's it go. Again, not because he's a jerk, his brain just doesn't work that way. Maybe because he trusts me to get it done. If, in a rare moment, I do complain and whine, it gets better for a few days but then slowly goes back to "normal".

There's this great comic (click here) that goes over this very point. The wife, juggling all things domestic, ends up getting overwhelmed, leading to the husband stating, "You should've asked for help." Them is fighting words! As women, we don't think we should HAVE to ask for help. You walked over that dirty sock for two weeks. I know you see it. Pick it up and put it in the laundry basket so I can start yet another load.

It probably sounds like I'm bitter. I'm really, truly not. (Well, maybe a smidge . . .) I'm grateful for a spouse that "gets me" and that our kids enjoy being around him. I'm grateful I HAVE a house to clean. What I'm not grateful for is being treated like a maid or in my words, "I'm not your beyotch." It seems like the more I clean (gratefully), the messier the house gets (ungratefully). If my kids are going to emulate one parent, why not the one who doesn't have to sweep and dust? That's just easier. 

To all the moms and wives out there who feel taken for granted, I feel you. I wish you the best of luck on Christmas shopping, Thanksgiving hosting, birthday present finding, winter clothes purchasing, finding the ever invisible gloves and hats, and cooking nutritious meals so your kids don't starve or get scurvy.

I see you there, being awesome, and I give you a virtual high five.

 

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