I think I’ve felt this way about every season of motherhood I’ve been in. I feel like I have no real-life friends, like no one understands, and those that understand aren’t in my vicinity. I’m a full-time working mom. I’m not the mom in the cul-de-sac at 3:30 watching my kids play, I’m the mom getting home at 5:30, walking my dog and cooking dinner. I don’t have time for bullshit or cliques, either you like me or you don’t, but it’s still hard ... Read More
Finding Motivation (part 2)
If you've followed my instastories you know that I've had a hard time finding motivation to finish this post. I'll be completely honest, my motivation runs like a roller coaster. Either I want to do all the things, or I'm borderline depressed and can struggle to keep the house clean. So the rollercoaster headed back up the hill this week, and I decided to finish this post once and for all. Let’s rewind to this last weekend - which was a long ... Read More
Why a Cleanse? Jus by Julie Unboxing
Buckle up friends... I'm back, and this one not exactly a #walloftext, but it's close. I started posting my cleanse journey on Instagram and received so many questions that I wanted to preface my review with the why. Why did I do a cleanse? I have recently walked through a very stressful and tumultuous time in my life… complete with moving states, my mother in law passing away and then changing jobs. To say it’s been rough would be an ... Read More
Levels of “Clean”
So let’s just talk about the difference in mess for a second… My house, I believe, will never be Pinterest clean. God bless the full time working Mom’s that have time to work, cook, clean and keep their children alive. For me, I have time for 3… and keeping my children alive is pretty high on my priority list, so the house usually goes to crap. During the week, we survive in “livable mess”… which basically means that the kitchen has 60% of ... Read More
fearless
I remember the moment I decided to become #fearless. I was tired of apologizing for who I was. I was tired of letting fear hold me back. I was tired of caring what other people thought. It was this past January, and I'm 33. Why did it take me this long to just say F* it, I'm going to live my life!? My whole life I've cared about what others thought of me, mostly because I was a weird kid and was picked on relentlessly growing up. When you grow ... Read More