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IвЂ™m grateful our house has windows that let the sunlight in. IвЂ™m grateful I have a husband who can diffuse my temper and still wants to hug me even when IвЂ™m unreasonably pouty. IвЂ™m grateful I have a car with heat that works. And IвЂ™m grateful that Amelia smiles, IвЂ™m grateful that she can breathe, IвЂ™m grateful that I can laugh (and cry), IвЂ™m grateful that I have money to buy wipes to clean smeared poop off AmeliaвЂ™s back. Life could be a lot harder, a lot colder, a lot tougher but itвЂ™s not. I have a healthy baby, a loving husband and IвЂ™m pretty grateful (on days when IвЂ™m not cynical). But donвЂ™t get me wrong, 2015 was a good year. Or myself marginally fed marginally healthy food. I have never worked so hard to keep my house marginally clean. Tiny humans will do that-fill your days with a rhythm that consists of 80% cleaning up bodily fluids and the other 20% made up of preparing for the next hour of the day. IвЂ™m mostly looking for growth and for you to remind me to be kind to those I love most. This year IвЂ™m not even hoping that youвЂ™ll be filled with easy sun drenched days-thatвЂ™s just an added bonus. So far youвЂ™ve filled my life with time to make chowder (which is pounced shou-dare in our house), put away Christmas decorations, and a color in a coloring book. Hi 2016!!! I can already tell youвЂ™ll be awesome.

Always.Д¬heers to another year of lessons and hopefully a little bit closer to finding out my lifeвЂ™s purpose. And thank them for listening to you rant. And for putting up with your crazy self when you were a sticky-hands-in-everything-toddler, and during your 7th grade awkward-training-bra phase, and during your high school mean streak, and during your college find-your-self-days, and when you were in your 30вЂ™s. And then call your mom and let her know youвЂ™ve experienced another rite of passage. If your upper lip needs waxed- wax it (instead of blaming it on constant bad lighting that produces too many shadows).Instead you just decide to take one step forward and get done what needs to be done. And you canвЂ™t think about how hard it is. Being a parent will trigger all insecurities youвЂ™ve ever had (even the ones that you pushed deep down and thought disappeared).If youвЂ™re still in doubt, be kindвЂ¦ even when youвЂ™re tired and self-righteous.I have to constantly make the decision to be okay with my choices. Each decision I make about how I spend my time carries enough weight to crush me with guilt.

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So long easy shopping trips, quiet car rides, free time, eating slowly, clothes that stay clean for an entire day, and good bye to letting the sun rise before me. Parenting has been a lesson in giving over what power I thought I had to this tiny human being. Rolling with the punches is really hard.Thanks to the internet I can read lots of opinions about being a parent but none of those opinions really matter. IвЂ™m mostly under prepared for everything in life-including (but not limited to) being a parent.And unfortunately/fortunately this is not an exhaustive list. Hoping that maybe the past 12 months would illuminate some grand insight about my next step. Since I canвЂ™t foreshadow the future, I spent some time reflecting on what I learned in the past year. I need more than an ashtray and a chairвЂ¦ and some rhythm. Apparently finding your purpose isnвЂ™t as easy as it was portrayed on вЂ The JerkвЂќ.

I was left with a few links to Buddha-themed websites and a list of self-help books on amazon. But to my chagrin googleing, What should I do with my life, didnвЂ™t produce any profound results either. And finally, itвЂ™s okay to feel equal parts of the entire emoji spectrum (insert the following emojis: рџЉsmiley, рџїcat crying, рџ‚hysterically laughing smiley, рџ‘»ghost, рџ’ѕfloppy disk, рџ™„rolling eyes smiley, and рџЏѓrunning guy).ДЄs for the second thing I remembered today: ItвЂ™s already been forgotten.ДЄfter a call to my parents yielded little results with getting an answer to lifeвЂ™s burning question: WhatвЂ™s my purpose? I went to the next best place. ItвЂ™s okay that my time in Chicago is ending- even if IвЂ™ve been begrudging towards it ending. Welcome to parenthood- but really, welcome to life. ItвЂ™s okay that my days go almost always notВ according to my plans. I have a tendency to be critical of those differences but I can choose to love them instead. ItвЂ™s okay that people (even those closest to me) think, act, love, fill-in-the-blank different than me.

ItвЂ™s okay that things in my life are largely imperfect and I canвЂ™t make them perfect. ItвЂ™s okay that not all of our family understands why we would pack up and move to Colorado. ItвЂ™s okay that we donвЂ™t know whatвЂ™s ahead of us. ItвЂ™s okay that in 15 days at 6am, weвЂ™ll lock our doors and pull out of our driveway for the last time.