Needing To Be Right

I sometimes wish I understood why people feel the need to be right ALL the time: that’s the point of being human-Being-Right you’re very often NOT right, you make mistakes left and right, and you learn from that…or you should.

I guess thinking you need to be right is a lot of pressure and would ultimately make life harder because every decision needs to be ‘right’ in your mind. So I do have some empathy for the condition, but how can you let anyone else in if you live like that?

Someone in my life made a good point once that made sense at the time. He said, “You think one way because you believe it’s the right way.”

In my life now, I know that life is a lot more complicated than that. I’m not saying I sway my beliefs or feelings because of what other people say or do, but I do want certain people in my life to stay and in order to do that, I compromise. I also want my life to be a certain way, so in order to do that, I compromise.

Staying true to who you are and what you believe does NOT correlate with needing to be right. Needing to be right pushes you further from who are and who you are meant to become. So, I say, take a chance at being wrong. Be vulnerable. Be human!

What I Learned in School Doesn’t Apply Here

I learned early on in college how my mind learns. I am a visual learner and learn from example. The problem with this is it can’t be applied easily in life…especially parenting.SAM_1140

Believe me, I’ve done my due diligence and asked family, friends, co-workers or even strangers how they’ve done this or that with their children. I’ve even read books that attempt to teach you how to “train” your children. But I’m going to admit, I don’t think I can figure these babies out and that…honestly feels awesome. I just get the honor of raising them and hopefully help them find a route to happiness- however zig zaggy that may be…for all of us!

Fear of the Cliche’

Well it’s been how long since my last post? Why do I do that? I can blame time, not enough of it. Or work, too much of it. Or that I’ve been too busy moving and having a baby. Or I can be honest and admit that I fear cliche’ writing.

When writing is public, I tend to force it into something it’s not. It turns into a cliche’ and no one wants to read forced, cliche’d writing. Or maybe I fear unacceptance. Putting myself out there for others to figure out makes me vulnerable. Either way, I hate writing for someone else when writing is really for me…at least in this sense (I do write for my job and enjoy that most the time :)). But keeping ideas flowing so I have something to post is…well intimidating. I started this blog because I felt like I had something to contribute. What that is, I’m not exactly sure.

So, as I fumble through to find the purpose of my writing, bear with me. Although I’m writing for me, I hope you get something from it as well. And I hope I don’t go longer than a few weeks between posts from now on. I don’t want to give up on this. I want to see what it will turn into…

To Move or Not to Move…That is the Question

I have been faced with the difficult question these past weeks on whether we should sell our house and move into something bigger and of course, better. I am one of those people where my home is my haven and I just love our house. Although it’s become my place of work these past couple of years as well, I still love it for what it is. Granted, the windows are so drafty that on a 20 below day like today, my hands absolutely freeze. But it’s an older home, so there are going to be quirks. I’m just not sold on the idea of uprooting our life…especially now.

My husband on the other hand, is 100% sold. He’s raring and ready to list our house and search for our dream house. It feels like a lot of pressure to me. My home is an important factor in my life and I feel like I only have 4 months to find the perfect house, buy it, and move before this baby comes. All while continuing life as usual, keeping up with work and dealing with a bulging belly along the way.

I guess I want to just believe if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. Sometimes my controlling ways really don’t benefit anyone and I think this is a situation where that applies. Sure, moving is a big decision but worrying about the possible stress level I can achieve by attempting too much is just increasing that level…right? Imagine if I didn’t worry and how much time I would have to actually live life.

Happy New Year! 2012’s Word of the Year

Happy New Year everyone! I have taken quite a few months off from blogging in 2011 and want to start the new year off right. So I am back…finally!

2012 is going to be an amazing year. I know this for a number of reasons, but number one is that Eric and I are going to become parents in June 2012. We are excited beyond what words can describe, and yeah, pretty flipping scared too. It’s already been a great journey and one I’m grateful to be on. P.S. I’m NOT one of those people who don’t like advice, so if you have it…bring it on!

I heard a quick snippet of a New Year’s special on the radio the other day and their guest speaker talked about having a word of the year instead of goals numbered 1-100. I immediately listened up because I love resolutions, but I always seem to overdo it. Having too many goals can backfire and has for me one too many times.

So this year’s word of the year (for Bethany) is…drumroll please…GROWTH.

The more obvious reasoning behind this is we’re growing our family, but I also want to focus on personal growth. I’m sort of a personal growth junkie, always trying to learn more or take notes on why something didn’t go right and then remember not to do that again. I think it’s time for me to dedicate a year to this goal and 2012 is the year to do it! So as a person who always strives to do and be better, here’s to a wonderfully insightful and fulfilling 2012. Cheers!

Fred the Dog

For those of you who know me well, we added a member to our family named Fred. He is a border collie/lab cross and really a sweetheart. Isn’t he cute?? He follows us around like our shadows and has nothing but love for us every day. Yes, most of the time overly energetic love, but love nevertheless.

Owning a dog is really hard to describe. There are so many negatives that people really have to be crazy to go through with it. But when you do make the plunge and add to your family, the feelings you have for the mutt get stronger every day. He eventually understands you a little better, and you eventually “put up with” him, making it possible to coexist in the same home.

It’s like an oxy-moron. It totally sucks, until it’s all worth it. I can’t say from experience this is what it’s like to have kids. I think it’s safe to say they are quite different. But still, love can do amazing things and make you feel like it’s all worth it when you least expect it.

Consciously Live…This Way

Clarity can mean a boatload of things. But it’s exactly how I feel today. I don’t feel tired or stressed out with everything I haven’t done and all I have to do. I feel free from my feelings and just able to live. Isn’t that weird that I can’t live like that every day? Isn’t it strange that compassion doesn’t come easier? I mean I would be a better person and live a better life if I were able to consciously live… this way.

Clarity in the world we live in isn’t as common as it should/could be. We overcomplicate and bombard our minds with a multitude of choices. We avoid what really matters because of society’s focus on perfection, ambition, and power.

So here’s the thing. I don’t know why I feel this way today. It could have been practicing yoga yesterday or going to get acupuncture, but I’m not able to show you how to achieve clarity. I guarantee you it’s not here to stay for me. After all, we are only human and life gets in the way. If we can but appreciate these moments where light is exposed, then we’re closer and closer to who we’re meant to be.