The Phoenix: Epicuriousmothering Rising

I slept in my own bed with my pillow and my side of the bed. I woke up with someone to remind me to get out of bed. I ran in the cool 68 degree weather (with 48% humidity). I made waffles (my mama isn't eating flour) and Orange Julius (or sugar or juice). I kissed three beautiful cheeks and waved them off from the garage. I did yoga with my Lynsie and we solved the world and our own problems during sun salutations. I caught up with Christy while we hiked through the hills behind our houses. I had a croissant and egg sandwich from my favorite bakery. I took a long bath. Henry texted that he dreamed of babies. I called him and he said, I know what my first baby will look like. I said in ten years? He laughed and said, No. Sooner. I shook my head and thought, That boy.  But somehow it always works out.  I hope . . . I did laundry and kissed cheeks when they came home. And fell asleep on my unmade bed while Finnegan played the violin. A...

Sometimes we get tired. I don't mean sleepy or exhausted, I mean tired.  Tired of your routine, your work outs, your house, your friends, your kids, your husband, your . . . (fill in the blank).  That's how I've been feeling lately.  Tired. I find myself getting into the car to go to the grocery store or anywhere and I fight the impulse to just keep on going.  California is calling my name . . . or forget that, Mexico is sending me love texts constantly.  And it's not because I don't love my people, I do.  I just . . . I just want to go . . . Last night as I sat by Phoebe who was studying away as I was about to climb into bed, I said, Hey, how are you? She usually just says fine and goes back to her studying, but last night, as I smoothed her hair away from her face, she looked up at me and sighed.  Mom, she said, I feel off.  Everything is blah.  I don't know what's wrong with me.  I don't like anything.  I smoothed her...

Ok, quick update on my intentions:  I've been drinking 8 cups of water and with my love of moving, I think I've got to up the cups.  But I feel so much better and I have to say, I think skin might already be looking better (is this possible?).   I read this insanely inspiring article in my 10 minutes if brain bending reading.  Made me cry and feel proud and WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD.  I love feeling that way.    As for my prayers--honestly, I'm THE WORST at this.  So it was a really good intention.  But I read this quote today on instagram:   "The object of our prayers should not be to present a wish list or a series of requests but to secure for ourselves and for others blessing that God is eager to bestow, according to His will and timing.  Every sincere prayer is heard and answered by our Heavenly Father, but the answers we receive may not be what we expect or come to us when we want or in the way we anticipa...