C is for Choose

Choose what side you're going to be on. Right now.


I physically say this to myself. A LOT. I am spoiled. And unrealistic. And can find myself headed down the most pathetic pity party path ever if I don't occasionally talk myself out of it. I have a good friend who asked me recently -

"How do you do it all and you're still so happy about it? You amaze me."

I was embarrassed by the compliment and made a joke and told her I was faking it. I always joke when I am embarrassed. We laughed and went about our business as if that were the truth.

But it's not. And I'm not. Faking it. I choose to see the good in everything that I have to avoid the pity party that lurks behind every door.

Do I wish some things were different or better? Absolutely.

Am I better served to actively recognize that I have got it made in so many ways? Positively.

I want a housekeeper that keeps the laundry done, the dishes out of the sink and the floors clean.

I choose to be thankful for my warm and sometimes beautiful home near the beach. I choose to be grateful for the food that made the dishes dirty and the traffic that keeps my floors from sparkling. It means we are nourished and I am not alone.

I wish my kids would clean up behind themselves, always use their manners and remember that they should brush their teeth every.single.day without being asked twice.

I choose to fall to my knees and thank God for the home where they feel safe to leave a mess, their imaginations and personalities that overlap their manners sometimes and their healthy little bodies that sustain their energy.

I think sometimes it would be nice to have that husband that sends flowers for no reason and calls me on Tuesday afternoon just to tell me that he's thinking of me.

I choose to love like crazy the husband that God gave me and praise him for being such a great Dad to our children and for paying our bills on time every month. I choose to make time for him, just him, so that we can constantly reconnect and remember why we became a couple in the first place.

I'd like to have slimmer thighs, better hair, more patience and that new Coach bag.


I choose to be happy that the body and mind I have are carrying me through the most amazing time of my life.


I'm still working on something to divert my attention from the handbag . . . No one's perfect.