Asking For Help

As women, we want to do it all. Clean the house, grocery shop, do the laundry, have a successful career, maintain a social life, take care of the dog, take time for ourselves, take time for our husbands, all the while maintaining a “perky” and “can do” attitude so as not to come off as a royal Witch.

Couple feeling like I alone have to do all of these things with a sometimes intense type-A personality, having it all or (attempting) to do it all is exhausting. But, I’m learning, it really doesn’t have to be this way.

I don’t have to do it all. And you don’t either.

Whether you have a husband, a best friend, a roommate, or a friendly neighbor, you can ask for help.

I know it sounds obvious but honestly, I’m really just starting to figure this out. I’m away from my home five days a week for about ten hours a day including my commute. This doesn’t leave a whole lot of time during the week to grocery shop, clean, cook, etc., etc. To think I have to do all that stuff on my own and keep a full time job is insane.

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I don’t like to ask for help. I like to just do everything myself. And that’s stupid. I have a wonderful husband who is happy to help. All I have to do is ask. That’s it! And sure there are some days I feel guilty that we don’t have a home cooked meal on the table by 7pm (or at all), dirty laundry is exploding out of the hamper, and the refrigerator hasn’t been cleaned out in a month. But that’s okay. I don’t have to do everything. I have help. We have help. It will get done. All we have to do is ask for a little help.

Bermuda R&R

After a grueling few months for Matt and I, we jetted off for a long Easter weekend to Bermuda. It’s only an hour and half flight from New York!

Everything was lovely. The weather, the people, the food, the BEACH! We didn’t realize how much we missed the ocean until we spent the day reading and catching some vitamin D on a (pink) sandy beach. The island itself — in style and architecture — was a cross between colonial Williamsburg and Hawaii.

While we were only there three days, we definitely plan to go back and explore this beautiful island.

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A local favorite: The Rum Swizzle. Delicious! We enjoyed a few at the Rosewood Tucker’s Point restaurant. 

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We had an incredible time visiting Bermuda. While we were only there three days, it was the perfect place to relax and recharge after a stressful and busy few weeks. Here’s a little vlog from our trip. Pictures coming soon!

On People Pleasing and Personal Growth

I admit it. I’m a people pleaser. I care what people think. I take things personally. I obsess over people’s reactions to the things that I say and do. There are times when I can shake it off. I tell myself, “You do you!” or, “What people think about you is their problem!” Lady power and all that. But recently my reaction to something someone said about a choice I made caught me off guard.

I know why it did. I know why it annoyed me. But the thing is — after I took a moment to absorb the initial feeling of annoyance — for the first time possibly in my entire life, I really didn’t care what someone thought of me. This is a moment when I want to look back to fully realize this new growth. It’s a moment I’m kind of proud of and wanted to share. (It’s in moments like this that I’m grateful for this blog, the outlet it’s become, and all of you wonderful women — and a couple men — who read my ramblings.)

My life has changed a lot in the past six months. I moved across the country. I went from working exclusively from home and having people to help me run a blog and make videos, to downsizing my blog into more of a personal hobby while starting a new job at an organization that I am beyond proud to be a part of. I can’t count the number of changes in my life since moving to DC!

And I don’t know if I’ve even said this out loud, but I am the happiest I’ve been in years. And I think that’s it. That’s the reason I didn’t care what this person had to say. Because I’m happy. I feel like I’m exactly where I am supposed to be. I’m doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing. I have found an incredible security in this. A security I haven’t felt since I graduated school.

There isn’t one thing I would change about my path to get here. There have been many happy days and many days when I’ve felt lost and confused. Everything I’ve done and the experiences I’ve had so far have made me who I am. They’ve brought me here.

I’ve learned what I’m good at. I’ve learned not to be crippled by my own emotions or people’s comments about my choices. And right now, I’m happy. I’m secure in my decisions. I’m secure in this moment. And dang, it feels pretty great.
I don’t really have a photo to go along with this post. But I thought I’d share a few recent pictures from a DELICIOUS outing with my new friend and neighbor to a restaurant called the Iron Rooster and some other recent snaps I’ve taken. Thanks for reading!

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