I’ve always felt somewhere stuck in the middle. I have friends who are either just having kids or I have friends whose kids are much older than mine. It’s very rare that I find someone that I click with whose kids are roughly the same age, and honestly, from my experience, it’s because we have our peeps. Who has time to meet new people and build new friendships? That’s kinda rhetorical because I do. I enjoy meeting new people. It’s a little disheartening that it seems to be so hard. I mean, I get it. People are comfortable, myself included. Trying to meet new people and make new friends…the struggle is real. It doesn’t come easy. Or maybe I’m just making excuses. I’d like to think it’s not about me, that I genuinely try, but maybe I don’t? Oh well.

I do miss the days when they were toddlers. Days of sitting in the park, going to mom groups, story time at the library, play dates – it was easier back then. They were cuter back then! Snapping their photos in cute little outfits, observing them doing something obnoxiously cute, sharing all over social media the cute thing they did or said… It’s kinda silly if you think about it, but yet we all do it. In some ways it could even be seen as unfair to the child, right? I mean, maybe they don’t want their photo plastered all over social media. Heck, for safety reasons we probably shouldn’t. But again, here we are. And now here I am still blogging about them. Except for these days, it looks slightly different.

These days I need their permission. Yup.

God forbid I share something honest and true. For instance the times they still act like toddlers. When they sass me and pretend they’ve lost their hearing and have become blind in the process of finding a sweater. That awkward age of still having a childlike sense of wonder and having a child’s heart, with wanting to fit in with their peers and talk about boys & girls, wear makeup, and play Fortnite. (That game, for the record is the bane of my existence! I never should have allowed a gaming system or a game in this house!)

I will say that there are still many moments where I find my kiddos to be as cute as when they were 3 & 4. Those in between moments caught between awkward tween and self-assured minis. When they still want to snuggle and love on me. When they let me take care of them and give me big hugs and an ” I love you, too!” back. I love the people they are becoming and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Still, where are the groups for us moms with tweens & teens? Why is it that we get together and share the difficulties about babyhood and toddlerhood and then go our separate ways? Leave each other to our own accord? Pretend that we’ve got this shit together, when (at least for me) there are many days when I don’t!  My little cute kiddos, they are growing up to be big littles with more attitude? I don’t know about you, but it hasn’t really gotten too much easier. In all fairness, someone once told me when they were little that it never got better, just worse. Thanks for that heads up, friend! I’m still not any more prepared and some days would love a circle of support to vent that to. Seriously.

And as someone who tries to be spiritually aligned and go with the flow at times, this whole raising tweens is seriously doing a number on my energy. Anyone else feel me on that?! I need ALLLL the extra smudgings, energy clearings, crystals etc. to raise my vibration after an intense evening of whose cleaning up and getting in the shower first. Even typing that makes me exhausted.

So where my peeps at? Who else finds raising tweens just as challenging? Let’s support each other through this stage of life and chat about it. Who’s with me?!

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Hey, hey, hey, everyone! If you would have asked me a couple of years ago where I saw myself in the next five years, I’m certain it wouldn’t have looked anything like this.  Sitting here, working from home, drinking coffee and telling you about my job as a leader with Young Living, as well as navigating the waters of starting a spiritually based business, yet here we are! Truth be told, I’ve never felt more aligned or in the flow as I do now.

So why Young Living and how Young Living?

I was first introduced to Young Living oils 12 years ago when I was pregnant with my daughter. To make a long story short- I loved essential oils and I felt that I was being guided to back to YL because of serendipitous circumstances. I eventually made my way back to YL about a year ago and was fairly certain from the beginning that I wanted to go all-in on the business side. However, the first 3 months though I kept questioning myself, as I am (or used to be) terrible with commitment and was terrified of letting other people down. However, those thoughts left as I started witnessing & experiencing the support of my team & community of oilers in the groups. I had found what I had been searching for! I truly believe I was divinely led… 🙏💖

These oils are life-changing, and I know we all say that, but D A M N… Because of these oils: I’ve gone off one of my medications I’ve been taking since I was 23, we have fewer DR visits, I’m able to help others, I’m growing more emotionally & spiritually, I’m bringing in extra income, I’ve been able to treat my kids to fun adventures without any help from my husband, I’m able to treat my husband more!, I’m making my home less toxic one product at a time, and I’m meeting & connecting with the most beautiful people all over the world! I’m now 100% sure, without a doubt, that I am meant to be here and to help spread this wellness & love.

I look forward to clearing more blocks with the help of this group and growing even more!! There are so many people who need these bottles of healing plant juice and I’m going to help them!

RCD bound 🙌 and so freakin’ excited to walk alongside all of you as you reach your goals!! Let’s do this!!!

*Funny little side note… many of my friends on FB thought Young Living was my new entrepreneurial adventure, because my last name is Young, and they didn’t know it was an actual company! 🤣

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I’m gonna begin this blog post by saying we’re all doing the best we can with what we have. With that said I still feel like I’m gonna perhaps offend someone, which is not my intention at all. Hence, we are all doing the best we can. These are just some thoughts I’ve been having and felt like sharing out loud.

I’m concerned about the foods that go into my kid’s bodies. I want healthier foods not only for myself but for my children, especially! This is my thought as my son slices up an apple this Thursday. Throwback Thursday for us here in the social media world, and since it’s Throwback Thursday I’m thinking of the trips, all the food adventures I’ve had with my kids. My goal was to raise little foodies, and I think I’ve done ok in that department. These days, though, with all that is changing, especially with how busy families can be and with meal times, I find myself wanting to raise kids that have healthier habits. It’s a work in progress. Especially now there are many more outside influences and two homes (3 if you count my parents) they spend their spare time at.

However, through all these years, there has been one constant. Not becoming their own personal chef at meal times here at home. No way, friends!

Here at home, I believe in feeding kids the same meals we (parents) are having. However, over the years I’ve become a tiny bit more lenient. For example, my daughter wants to try out vegetarianism. I didn’t go too out of my way to prepare her something else. She ate everything we did minus the meat. What I’m referring to here is preparing a whole entire meal for your kids. Or buying your kids their own pizza because they don’t like the toppings on yours. In fact, I did know someone who did this when we lived in CA. Now, I’m not trying to judge, you do you. (For the record I did judge more back then. Not proud of it.)  I just thought back then it was way absurd, and to this day still do!

Why do parents do this? Do we assume that kids can’t eat the same foods we do?

I notice this even in going out. Most kid menus have the standard, pizza, chicken nuggets, white pasta with butter, etc… We empower them to make choices and then present them with shitty choices? No thank you. And while on this topic, if you have a toddler can we just save everyone some time and you order for them? Please? Cool. Thanks! I mean, if they are two, you are the parent. Order the food for them.

I’m taken back to the time when my kids first ate escargot at a little Parisian bistro in Paris. Yes. Escargot are snails. And yes, they loved it. And yes, I ordered it for them. It was such a fun experience for all of us. And I get that this is a little extreme, not every parent is going to take their kid to Paris, but I’m feeling nostalgic because it’s throwback Thursday and man-oh-man how I wish I could go back in time.  Because here’s the thing, like I said before, more outside influences and now sometimes meals are more challenging with my daughter.  I don’t even know if she’d eat escargot now. But I do believe I gave her the tools in the building blocks on which to expand her food horizon. Ninety-five percent of the time she is still more than willing to try something instead of dismissing it all together.

So how did I do this? Will what I did work for you? Maybe. Maybe not. But I do have 5 ways on how you can help your child become a better eater.

  1. Start them young. Introduce a variety of foods, and preferably items that are less sweet at an early age.
  2. You are gonna have to deal with tantrums. There. I said it. We had a few rough meals when they were kids, but not many. Why? Because I didn’t prepare them special meals. They will eat it if they are hungry, and I’m sorry, but one missed meal does not mean your kids will starve.
  3. Eat as a family. Around the dinner table. The same things.
  4. Try everything. You can’t knock it till you’ve tried it.
  5. Continue exposing them to different foods. Especially at the school age level. That’s when peers & stronger will factor in.

I get that this could be a bit controversial. I can see how. I know some parents who swear by allowing their child to have picky appetites and not to force anything on them, and I get it. By no means am I trying to stifle their own individuality. If you think I am, well then we will have to agree to disagree. You do you, I do me. It’s still how we roll and it works for us.

But I’m curious and I encourage you to stop and think for a second…why is it ok to work on yourself, be the best version of you and not do the same for your child? Why do we do this? If we are to set an example, let’s set it. No matter how tough it is. I could go on and on about this topic. But seriously friends, do you do things out of ease or because you want better for your kids? What are your thoughts on this?

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It’s been a month since I had my last alcoholic beverage. I’m quite proud! I decided to give this whole ‘no drinking alcohol’ journey a try to support my husband who decided to quit drinking for good. I also wanted to do it for diet & health reasons. I knew it would be easier to accomplish the latter with the lack of alcohol in the home, because of Matt’s decision.

In the beginning I told most everyone I spoke that I didn’t plan on giving up alcohol for good, that I was just doing it to be a supportive wife, but the past two weeks have me thinking that it may not be so bad to never have alcohol again. After all, I am feeling really good! I’m also starting to realize this can be my own personal journey. One that is separate from what I had initially thought it would be. One that doesn’t have to do with Matt.

I’m not entirely sure what that looks like, but for now it is feeling really good. All around, it’s getting better. Sleep is better. Being awake is better. My relationship with Matt is a little better. Switching things up and how we spend our time together is feeling good. Even when we disagree now, how we handle our disagreements feels better and even looks better. Oh Man- It’s been a bumpy road. And we have had one too many disagreements that have led to drunken-state fights. I’m not proud of that. But I’m beginning to see a little more clearer where my faults lie and where I’m to blame. So yeah….

this all looks and feels pretty damn good. I’m curious to see how everything shifts even more with the kids back home. 🙏🏼🤞🏼But for now and until then (striving for longer!) I choose the #drylife.

To celebrate here is a delicious “Paleo Fable.” This is my version of the non-alcoholic mocktail, Rosemary-Blueberry Smash, found in my Against All Grain cookbook. Make it for yourself. It’s refreshing!

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Happy Birthday, little brother.  Normally on this day, I would celebrate you, but in the last 3 years, I find that today is a day of incredible mourning for me. Today is the day that I grieve. Not the day you crossed over. It’s interesting & funny how my mind works and how my thoughts process.
You should be here, my sweet brother. Oh- You should be here! You left us way too soon. And while I do realize the gift of you, and how you blessed us all when you when you entered this world 37 years ago, my heart hurts so much that it was such a short life. No matter how sweet. It was still much too short. All the gratitude and positivity can’t help heal this broken, sad heart. Today, out of all days, I’m reminded of that the most. Today I allow myself to cry & feel it all. Today is when I miss you the most.

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These oils are rocking my world and some would say that my enthusiasm for them is just too much. To those people, I give a side eye and disapprovingly say, ‘REALLY?’ I mean, seriously.

They have changed my life!! I’m not even joking here.

I want them to change yours too.

I decided in August of 2017 I was going to get back to using essential oils and honestly didn’t even know where to start or how to make that happen. I knew of a friend that used oils and so I reached out to her.

Wanna know a secret? They weren’t Young Living oils.

Truth be told, I honestly didn’t even want to use those oils. I had tried them YEARS ago and guess what?! I STILL HAVE THEM. (I now keep them to show others for comparison) My point is, I didn’t use them. Something didn’t sit right with me, and we can go into that some other time, but all I know is that I REALLY didn’t want to use those oils again. But I knew I wanted essential oils. I felt a calling as if I needed them. (Which I did!) And I knew I wanted to go into the business side of things as well.

After reaching out to her we could never connect. She would miss my call, I would miss hers… messages didn’t get to me in a timely manner. Basically, the divine stepped in, and am I ever so happy she did! The universe had my back on this one and I know wholeheartedly now that it was all part of a bigger plan.

Between all the back and forth I started seeing a woman (who I now consider a dear mentor and friend who’s online course I had previously taken) start posting on Facebook about Young Living oils. I knew of Young Living!! I loved their stuff. I used Gentle Baby when I was pregnant with my daughter 12 years ago! My chiropractor in St. Louis used them. That was the company I wanted to be with. The company I NEEDED to be with! So I messaged her and not even 30 min later she messaged me back, we connected and I bought my Premium Starter Kit about 2 days later.

Now here I am, months later, still feeling the power of Young Living’s 2018 International Convention that I attended in Utah, and just felt the need to share that these oils are rocking my world.

If you are feeling called to look into a more natural way of being or you are searching for purpose, wellness and abundance, well…you’ve come to the right spot. I would love to connect and chat with you about ALLL things oil.

I would love to help you get started on your oily journey and have these oils rock your world too!

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Every month is tough after a loved one passes. At least, that’s how it is for me… June is especially tough because his birthday is on the 19th.

I reflect a lot on the “what if’s” and the “what could have been.” The grief can pop up from out of nowhere and overwhelm me so much that tears start rollin’ down my cheeks. Driving in my car, at the grocery store, having dinner, at the beach, working… It happens more often now that I’m back in my hometown. Living in the home we spent many of our years growing up in. I’m flooded with memories of all the joy and heartache, and I know there is still a lot for me to process and sort through.

I try my best to stay upbeat. I’m alive after all! And there is so much joy in my life. But I really miss him. I hate that he was taken from us so suddenly. I hate that I wasn’t here to help him. I hate that I was gone so many years. I hate that I’m back and eager to leave again. But most of all I hate that he is no longer physically here. I can’t text or call him. I can’t cook with him. I can’t eat his delicious meals. I can’t seek his advice. I can’t sing karaoke with him. I can’t hang with him and our kiddos. 😢Oh – the kiddos. They love and miss him so!

I hate to hate. I know he’s up there doing all he couldn’t here. I know when I’m doing my ugly, heavy cries he is near. His spirit is always near. I’ve felt it and have heard him.

Today is just one of those days.

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When you find out that your daughter had a super rough day at school and her heart hurts because “friends” are being unkind, and you are not quite sure how to support her… then you realize you have everything you need.

An ear to listen. Arms to hug her. Encouraging words to help guide her. A mother’s love that lets her know you care and WILL step in if things get worse. And plant allies.

Grounding to help keep me centered.

Release on her heart & liver for her anger and pent up feelings.

Joy diffused in our home to help support both our hearts.

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