How I Rocked My Hawaii Trip With My Kids

It was NOT supposed to go down like this. Not at all. A milllllion percent not what I had envisioned for myself and my kids. Hawaii. It’s supposed to be paradise, right? Try jumping on a plane and heading to Maui literally two days after you have served your spouse divorce papers. Yea, not a very cheerful experience. Now, you may be sitting there thinking to yourself, “Why even GO!? I would rather just stay home!” And you know what friends, I did contemplate that. I did consider staying home to avoid the pain that was the death of my fantasy vacation. But then a couple things started jangling around in this head of mine.

“You have been telling your kids you’re going to Hawaii for months. Their mom should be there with them.”

“Hey, guess who helped pay for the airline tickets and the room? Uh, you. You worked your ass off for this.”

“Even though it isn’t what you thought it was going to be…you can still have fun.”

“Hey Emily, you DESERVE this.”

So I went, guys. I freaking went to Hawaii with my husband that I’m splitting from and my two small children and I’m here to tell you I survived. And if I’m being honest, I didn’t just survive. I had such joyful and beautiful moments during this trip that I feel strengthened as a mom, woman, and human being.

Did I cry a few times? Yes. Did I experience wicked self doubt? Oh yes. But I stopped and I breathed, I reflected on a few of my mantras, and I remembered that I’m strong and capable and I have so much to be grateful for. And then I pushed on, mamas.

For anyone that experiences anxiety, you’ll know going to new places can make you feel uncomfortable. And I’m sure some of you reading this know that can be an understatement! Add on being solely responsible for young children and it takes it to a whole other level. It can make you want to stay right in your bubble. You may tell yourself you can’t leave the safety and comfort of your house, or your hotel room, or your routine for fear of losing control. I get you, mama. But pop the damn bubble and go. You just gotta do it. Continue reading “How I Rocked My Hawaii Trip With My Kids”

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5 Ways to Empower Yourself Like, NOW

How many times have you woken up and been like, “Today is the day I’m going to have so much patience and I’m gonna be the best __________ EVER and my hair is gonna look amazing!?”

And then reality hits and you lose it on your kids, forget that work email and/or meeting and you have zero time to do your hair? Me. All the time. And then I’m in the car after I drop my kids off from their before school care just crying those UGLY mom guilt tears, questioning everything I’ve ever done in my life. Truth. Continue reading “5 Ways to Empower Yourself Like, NOW”

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You Gotta Get Real to Empower Yourself

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We Are All Nervous Weirdos

I, like seemingly a billion other Americans, experience anxiety to a certain extent on a pretty regular basis.  No, I have never been professionally diagnosed with a disorder, nor I have never been medicated to deal with the hours or days when I feel my anxiety settling in.  It is there, however.  Take my fingers for example.  Yea, my fingers.  Actually my cuticles to be more precise.  I have this bizarre and, if I’m being honest, very destructive habit of picking at my cuticles until they are ragged and bleeding.  It isn’t cute, but then again, I’m not exactly here to be cute.  I find that I engage in this nasty habit whenever I experience any type of nervousness or anxiety.  Take this Buzzfeed quiz to see how prone you are to anxiety.

Sometimes I get anxious about people.  It is so weird to type that because I adore people.  Truly.  I love to talk and I love to listen and learn from those around me.  But I have a really big confession to make.  Are you ready?  The truth is… I want everyone I talk to, everyone that I come into contact with, everyone who sees me walking down the street… to like me.  Yea.  I want everyone to freaking like me. Continue reading “You Gotta Get Real to Empower Yourself”

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