How Big is Your Black Dog?

I love this video! It turns depression into something tangible so people that have never experienced depression can better understand how much it affects daily life. I hate my depression black dog but I sure love these two black dogs. They have made me smile and laugh on some of my worst days.

 

Please tell me about your experiences with a big black dog.

Today is one of those days

That's all

Are you my sister wife?

 Sister Wives on TLC

 

 

 

At a young age I learned that the woman in the family did everything. She worked, took care of the children, cooked, cleaned, did the laundry, paid the bills, and ran the social calendar. She was also the person that got fed up once a week and started yelling at the other family members because she wanted help. As I got older I vowed that this wouldn't be my life. I would find a man that wanted to be my partner, my equal. 

 

Unfortunately no matter how much I planned and how hard I searched I didn't find this. When I would vent about my frustrations and disappointments  to the women in my life all of them basically said the same thing, "that's just how guys are."  When women complain about the man in their life its usually in regards to his lack of help. Why is this? Are men not taught to help their partner? Do women not know how to accept help? Why is this happening to so many women? If this is just how relationships are what can be done? I think I have found the answer.

 

 

I have been watching Sister Wives on Netflix lately and I've started to wonder... is a plural marriage the way to go? These women seem to always have more help than they need. There is always someone around to help with the family's responsibilities, always someone to talk to, always someone to do something with. These women seem to be working together to meet each others needs. 

 
Is this the secret to happiness? You tell me...

How Dare You Ask Me My Age!

I was 30 when I experienced my hard reset. At the time (and still sometimes now) being in my 30's and having to start again was/is unimaginable. Having to accept that I was not where I wanted to be in life at an age where society expects you to have your shit together was incredibly difficult. Over time I have come to value the benefits that come with my age. Most days I feel more confident and secure than I did in my 20's. I care less (only a little less but still less) about what people think of me and I'm just genuinely more comfortable in my skin.

Today was one of the days where I just was disappointed that I'm not where I expected to be at this age. I was feeling down until I came across this video from Prevention Magazine.

Do you love your age? At what age did you feel most comfortable and happy?

You Asked For It!

You wanted to know more about me so here is a peek into my world

 The simple things                                                 

 

My Boys           

 

 

The atmosphere  

 

One of the things I am terrible at                     

 

 

 

 

 
 

True Beauty                                          

 

                That's my guy

 

                                                                      Who doesn't love to laugh?

 

 
 

 

Can We Change

I have been spending the past eight months working on myself and making the necessary changes. It has been a very slow and difficult process but it is happening, or so I thought. Today I spent time with someone I wish would change but it didn't take long before I was treated the same way I was in the past and my first thought was "people never change." How can I feel that people never change while at the same time working to change myself?

What are your thoughts on the posted quote?

Lets Get Started!

     I have been contemplating starting a blog for quite some time but always found an excuse not to. Well no more excuses! I want to learn from this blog right along with you so please comment often because your feedback is important to me. If you want to contact me privately you can do so at lifeshardreset@gmail.com

     Up until the beginning of 2013 I thought I had my entire life sorted out. I had a job that was rewarding, I was married, I owned a home, and was finishing up my masters degree. One day I woke up and it  seemed as if my life had fallen apart over night. Now, eight months later, I can see how blind I was to what was really going on. I want to use this blog as a way to continue processing what I have experienced.

     In addition to finding ways to learn from my past mistakes and grow I would also like to dedicate some posts to larger women's issues, such as inequality.

What would you like to read about? Please comment below, email me at lifeshardreset@gmail.com, follow me on Twitter and on Facebook