In the way kitty.

img_5102There are times I wonder if my cats like me, then there are others that they seem to be attached to me. Lately I have been thankful to almost always have cat shaped friend close by. Although sometimes they need to learn boundaries. For example, I am capable of washing my own hair and do not need to be groomed daily, nor do I need a wake up call at 4:30 in the morning.

I guess we all show love in different ways and I would honestly miss each of their annoying habits if they stopped… maybe not the 4:30 wake up, but everything else.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.



Does anyone else choose their tea brand based on whether or not there are quotes on the tags?


I am assuming that it is a just me thing. Short quotes on the opposite end of a tea bag is such a simple, yet genius idea. I would love to meet the person who thought of it and give them a hug. Most of the time when I drink tea I need comfort in one way or another, so having happy words to dwell on while I enjoy a cup is wonderful.

After I am done with my tea, I try to save the tags. They are great to use in my journal pages or as inspiration for an entry if my ideas a too flustered to settle on a topic. Sometimes when things get too complex the smallest of things have the ability to focus our minds and settle our hearts.

So the next time you need a cup of tea and want to be inspired I suggest getting something with some inspiration attached. Sometimes it really is the simple things.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

So very fortunate.

We are all a work in progress, like wet clay being shaped. Each person we come in contact with leaves their mark on us. Whether we know each other in person, from social media, or you simply follow this blog for one reason or another, my hope is that some of you reading this can say I have been a positive influence on your life. When I started this blog my main reason was to crate a form of mass communication and attempt to alleviate questions. I had secretly hoped a byproduct of my words would be to help others in pain, and I think at times I have.

In my recovery process there were many times that woman have stepped out of their comfort zone to tell me their own stories of loss. Each one had a particularly special impact on my life, because they showed me that the other side of this pain is full of possibilities. It is because of them that some days have been less difficult, and my hope has never faltered.

Every day I am thankful for the amazing women in my life. From friends to family there are many role models and inspiring woman who have been through thick and thin with me. I have been so very fortunate, and I hope each of you can say the same about the woman in your lives.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.


The unfortunate truth is at one point or another we all experience loss. People we care about will no longer be in our lives or tragedy will strike when we least expect it. In a perfect world we will be able to handle each situation perfectly, but the truth is that is close to impossible. What I know to be possible is when you surround yourself with people who can help you through each moment the loss becomes easier to bear. This is the one universal, fail proof way to survive anything.

So often we try to grin and bear our hurt never relying on anyone. I have found this to be the biggest mistake. No one has the exact experience that you or I have, and you know you would never wish that hurt on anyone, but everyone knows the pain of loss. It is a universal hurt that we can all empathize with. Whether a devastating break up, or the loss of someone special the ache we feel deep inside is understood.

Lately, I have been feeling more confidant and consistent with my emotions. I feel like so much of that is because of the support I have received from so many. My hope is that I have also been a support to others around me.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

In like a lion.

My hope for March is to be a little more consistent with my days and more outgoing with my time. In January I did such a great job of pushing myself out of my comfort zone and spending time with others. Unfortunately, February I was back to old tricks of a mostly solitary existence. Not counting my weekend away, I rarely saw anyone outside of work. Now we are to the first day of March and my goal is to find a balance between what January was and February became.

The old saying about March is that it either comes in like a lion and out like a lamb, or vice versa. As the snow currently piles up outside I am hoping that by the end of March we will be well on our way to sunshiny days, outdoor adventures, and achieved goals. Some days we can take great strides, others end up being tip toed through, but everyday my hope is that I can do the best that I can to work toward the over all goal.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

A beautiful day in the neighborhood.

This year marks the 50th anniversary of the primer of Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood and today is the 15th anniversary of Fred Rogers passing. Like so many, as a child I loved Mr. Rogers. He had such a magical tone to his voice that made you feel like he truly cared about you. I remember being shocked when I learned he had passed away in 2003. It felt like my childhood was officially over. I know that sounds a little strange, I was 16 and clearly not a child anymore, but there was something odd about knowing that there would never be new adventures to be had with Mr. Rogers.

Today, a PBS article popped up in my facebook memories from 2015. It is entitled  “Watch Mister Rogers’ heart-warming message to his grownup fans“. The short minute and a half video was filmed a few months before his death and is worded perfectly. As always in his calm voice he gave one last encouraging word to the generations of viewers that he impacted. Each person is unique and different with our own worries and troubles. We all have fears we are facing and struggle to find hope at times. Somehow even at 31 hearing that Mr. Rogers likes me just the way I am brings a tear to my eye and reminds me of how strong I am.

“… I would like to tell you what I often told you when you were much younger. I like you just the way you are. ”

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

The seven year quilt.

My favorite place to make quilts is at one of my Aunt and Uncle’s houses. My Aunt has her basement all set up for sewing, cutting an ironing. Quilting with my Aunt has the benefit of her expertise with all things sewing and the fun of spending time together. I have had some pretty crazy sewing experiments that we have tried with mixed reviews, but always end in some level of success. I have a habit of starting out making a baby blanket, and ending up with a full. What can I say, I like boarders, and hate patterns.



I am not sure where the idea came from to make a quilt out of men’s dress shirts. I had it somewhere in the fall of 2011 when I bought a stack of dress shirts at second-hand stores. They were mostly blues and greens, striped and plaid, large and small. Each one different with a unique past and a common future. The original idea was to make this quilt for my boyfriend at the time, but it was a gift that was never to be.

While visiting my Aunt and Uncle October of 2014 the process of making the quilt began. We got the entire top made, it is composed of 3 inch strips at varying lengths sewn together at random. Remember, me and patterns have a sketchy relationship. We carefully sewed each row together leaving some of the of pockets intact. The finished top was a beautiful combination of colors that keep your eye moving around making connections and bridges from line to line. The goal was for me to go home and finish the quilt, but after that October weekend it would stay folded up for the next four years.


Now the quilt is finally finished and is on my bed. On my distraction weekend adventure my Aunt and I finally finished it. In true form it is HUGE! We used fabric from my Aunt’s stores to make the back, pinned it together, machine quilted and bound it in less than 24 hours. The good thing about making huge quilts is that oversized blankets are so cuddly, the bad side is that you have to take the extra time to finish them. In my opinion the end result was well worth that extra time.

So much has changed in my life from the concept of this quilt to its completion. I have been in three relationships and have had two different jobs. There has been loss and gain, and so much love and support woven in between. Sometimes, you never know where life will take you, but the good thing is eventually you end up with a masterpiece composed of it all.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.