I have been spending more time with Ethan this past week. 🥰 He’s a chill & lovable kid. But when he’s upset, it’s miserable for everyone involved. I wonder where he got that trait from? 🤔He’s been having screaming tantrums lately. I’ve been silently having screaming tantrums over his screaming tantrums. As I have probably expressed before, my Dad was an angry Dad. Because of him, I am mindful of my temper with Ethan. I have lost it with him before and feel guilty about it. Everyday I feel like I suck at parenting. But it’s ok. Because I’m banking on the fact that he has Indian brains and will be just fine. 😂 He may have mommy issues, but at least he ll he smart. 😋 I love you, kid. I know you won’t be a baby forever. I just want you to grow up to be a good human being and your definition of happiness & success. I just hope your definition includes buying me a Maserati. 😁
I haven’t really shared a long story like this in a long time but this photo really spoke to me. Maybe because I always loved superhero’s- the people who saved the day and made everything OK when you had no hope. Maybe because I imagined I had a superhero friend, who would help me through every problem I had whilst I was growing up and when there was no one there for me. When I saw this photo I thought back to my younger self when I was about 9-14 years old. I thought about if I could ‘be’ there for my younger self, what sort of things would I say, and what actions would I do. Most of all, how could I make the younger me become the best version of myself possible. Then I thought back to now, the present day. I thought about the things that have changed about me since I was younger, and also the things that are still the same. Somethings never do change, I still believe in super heroes and I still have my imaginary friends when no one is there for me. And then I meditated, I thought how could I change myself to be that person I needed when I was younger. I stood up as if my eyes were opened and I turned a new page 💫✨🌟 #thisisreal
In two weeks. It will be Christmas eve. A year ago I was hurt. Really bad in so many ways. Physically and mentally. My property was taken from me and smashed. It's been hard trying to start over. It's been hard letting someone into my life after everything. But I'm so happy that I found someone who will work on everything with me. I found someone who actually loves me and supports me in EVERYTHING I do. I found my home. I found my someone. My person. I found the one person I want to be with. For once I feel like I can truly trust someone. For once I feel safe and happy. Soon I shall be mrs. Carlson. I can't wait. It's not hard to find someone better than you. But I believe I found the best. Who knew I known him all along. #hesnotyou#thankgawd#hittingsomeoneisntajoke#fuckyou#thisisreal#goodbye#newstart#newchance#newbeginings
Is Santa Claus real? How does he know if you're naughty or nice? These two questions have bedeviled children for generations. Thanks to the National Security Archive, we have an answer to both of them. Yes, he's real and his regime cooperates with the Central Intelligence Agency, including information sharing"
As you can read in this excerpt from a
Central Intelligence Agency report titled, Weekly Situation Report on International Terrorism, and dated December 17, 1974, you can see that Santa is real, he delivers toys on Christmas (courier flight), and that the CIA shared this response and that
security precautions were being coordinated worldwide the CCCT Working Group." @alexis_bilsky
While you might often see pictures of me smiling and happy (which is real!), with my kids, with my hubby, eating healthy...I'm also NOT happy sometimes. Some days I feel so overwhelmed and like I'm getting nowhere. At times I want to give it all up.
As some of you may know, it's so hard to start and run your own business. I work long hours, I give up time with my family, I pass on social opportunities. ···
So why do I keep going? Because I have a passion. I want everyone to have the knowledge and empowerment to live healthier and feel their best. I believe I can help people get there so I keep going. It's because of YOU, because of everyone out there who might need to know something at some point to change their lifestyle. When that time comes for you, I hope I can help you. I will be here. And right now, if you are reading this, I am grateful for you being there for me while I struggle to make it all happen. ❤️
Sometimes joy is challenging to find in the chaos of raising children. The constant interruptions and mess make it difficult to find my calm.
I try to keep one room of the house free of toys so I can go somewhere peaceful-ish. I diffuse cheerful, calming essential oils nearly all day. I enforce time when I have my ear canceling earphones on and the children are supposed to leave me alone. I teach them constant character training.
It’s hard. I try. Joy.
DE QUÉ COLOR ES EL AIRE [...] Cuándo fue que yo te vi pero tú a mí no? [...]
Ya me fui pero ya voy de regreso
Y tú aún no me puedes tocar.
Así vuelvo, siempre diferente, con una cara nueva para ti,
Y otra para el pájaro que canta con mi voz
Para que nadie se quede sin el canto de mi tacto sin piel.
No intentes encerrarme tan solo en unos ojos que piensan en mí
Ni en la piel que me sintió de madrugada en un sueño fugaz.
No me vuelvas a negar porque tengo mil caras
Y ninguna puedes ver,
Pues así como me niegas
Es que estoy dentro de ti dándote vida y azucenas.
Y cuál es el color con que pinta mi sangre caliente? [...]
Firme e inconsistente,
Liviano y contundente,
De un talante sin igual.
Explosivo y arrogante,
Seductor pero leal.
Soñador y muy real.
Frívolo y superficial, de una mente como pocas.
Con un ojo en el fondo y la vida en el envase
Para así escrutar el otro lado de las cosas en que caigo sin ahogarme.
Amante y amado.
Con la mente en el deber y el alma en lo que es.
De frente y por las ramas,
Decidido e indeciso,
Justiciero, pocas veces bondadoso o malicioso.
Valiente y temeroso,
Con la mente fría y el alma encendida.
Dominante y rebelde,
Callado cuando no soy tempestad,
Fiel y amoroso.
Hambriento del mundo pero siempre selectivo del lugar en que aterrizo.
Enamorado, pocas veces romántico
Para el alma es que tan libre como yo.
Cruel y sincero pero siempre por el bien.
Impredecible, siempre el mismo,
Jugando con las reglas de todo lo posible,
Siempre en movimiento.
Crees que me conoces, mi camino y el matiz de mis colores?
Pero cómo? si yo mismo me sorprendo cuando caigo en el espejo
En que me veo sin reflejarme porque yo no tengo rostro,
Ni destino ni un solo camino.
Solo el cielo en el que vuelo dormido
Sobre mi alfombra de hiedra.