I’ve known I was going to launch this blog for awhile. It’s been marinating in my brain.
What exactly should it be? What do I want it to be? What’s the purpose? Is it my own little self absorbed project or could this really truly turn into a business; being a professional blogger that is
I knew I wanted to talk about life. All the messy, wonderful, beautiful, scary, crazy, lovely moments in life. Not just mine either.
I want to talk about food – which I love. Gardening and farming – which I’m learning to love. Health – which I’ve never paid attention to until now and ALL the fun stuff in-between.
I’ve been putting off writing this first post because I felt like my first post should be profound. I should put my stake in the ground. Shout my intentions for the world to see.
I’m really happy and I want to share what a happy life can be.
Don’t freak out. I don’t want to teach you how to be happy, sell you a self-help book or anything like that.
I just want to be an example of how finding the joy in little everyday things can lead to a more fulfilling life.
I’ve been known to seriously over analyze things. I mean, drive you crazy over analyze things. I want to know the outcome before I take the first step. That’s just me.
So I struggle to make decisions and move forward. That was my problem with being happy. I thought I should have all the “things” in place first. Like I could flip a switch and then the heavens would open and the angels would sing.
I’m coming off the hardest 4 years of my life. The lowest point I’ve ever been. I didn’t know if I could make it. I didn’t know if my marriage would make it.
Honestly the 3 years before that weren’t that great either. My husband and I were really good at just trying harder. Making it to the next day in hopes something would change.
I think we both thought we could fight happiness into submission. If we screamed, “I’m gonna be happy if it kills me!” then we would be. We didn’t know we really had to mean it.
It was kinda like, if I do just a little more it’ll be enough.
But really all we ended up doing was working more. Working harder. Not spending enough time together, not taking care of ourselves, drinking too much and getting up the next day and trying even harder all over again.
I thought life made you happy.
I was totally wrong.
When I DECIDED I was going to be happy, ONLY then did I have a fulfilled life.
I know it seems backwards. But think about it.
If you CHOOSE happiness, then you get to CHOOSE the things that make you happy or unhappy.
At first I felt like I was being totally selfish. Like I was focusing on myself and saying “no” to my friends and family. Because I was saying “no”. ALOT. It wasn’t that I always really meant “NO”.
Many times, it meant I was saying “YES” to something else. Something that was a higher priority. Something that was in line with the vision my husband and I created for our life.
My husband and I actually decided this together. We decided we wanted to spend the rest of our lives being happy. With each other.
I realized, if I’m truly happy then I’m a better friend. I’m a better daughter, sister, niece and most importantly, I’m a BETTER WIFE.
I didn’t write this post because I think I can teach you how or tell you how to be happy. I wanted to write it because I realized happiness is simply a choice.
I want to be an example.
I choose happiness. I’m saying it out loud because I believe it. I believe IN IT.
Do I have crap days? Of course.
But I choose to be thankful and grateful every day for the life I have.
Do I love cleaning the bathroom? Uh no.
Am I thankful that I have a bathroom to clean? Absolutely.
Does picking up my husband’s underwear off the floor bring me joy? Not particularly.
But I sure do love him and when he leaves me love notes next to my coffee cup in the morning, picking up this mans underwear doesn’t seem like that big of a deal anymore.
So really my whole point is this; I want to share my happiness, my joy and my gratitude, with you.
My life consists of a small hobby farm in Southeast Tennessee, a 105 year old house we’re in the middle of restoring, 3 dogs, one cat, a big ol’ Southern boy and A HUGE family.
Oh and I forgot. I’ve lost 94 pounds in the past 2 years. Since I LOVE food in all its forms, it remains a challenge for me to keep it off. Even as I’m writing this, I’m thinking about cake.
I’ve never had a farm and I’ve never restored a house.
I’m hoping you’ll allow me to share my recipes, both the really good ones and the really bad ones!
I’ll share what I learn about gardening and homesteading.
I’ll share the beauty of our land and the Southeast Tennessee Mountains.
I’ll share what we discover as we tear down the walls of this 100 year old house. Rumor has it there are 5 fireplaces. We’ve only found 3 so far!
I’ll share how I went from smoking 2 packs a day and weighing over 250 pounds to completing my first half marathon 6 weeks ago.
Plus I have an obsession with goats in pajamas and ALL cat and dog videos on Facebook so you’re in luck if you like that kind of stuff too!
Thanks for sticking with me!
Because you didn’t click off the page already, you’re about to get my favorite recipe in the world.