The Art of Acting Your Age…….

This weekend began a month long celebration of the day of my birth. And I have to be honest, I’m not so sure I was ready to turn…..37.

I turned 37 this weekend despite my apprehension.

For some reason odd numbers annoy me. Like if I can’t divide you evenly by 4, I don’t want anything to do with you. But Chad did mention that 37 is a prime number, so I guess that’s good.

Although I don’t look 37. Which is a genetic miracle in and of itself because I take after my mom in most ways, so it was almost certain I’d go gray in my early 30’s. Which, if I’d do this now, it really wouldn’t be a big deal because one of the emerging trends of 2016 is, no joke, to dye your hair GRAY! (Apparently there are advantages to growing older in the 2000’s 😛 )

And most days I don’t feel 37. Until the moment I sneeze and pull a muscle. Seriously, this happened last week. It was quite disorienting.

So now my question is, how do I act 37?

I mean I already pay bills, take fish oil and I’ve started doing a stationary bike on a regular-ish basis. That’s hard on these 37-year old knees though. Oops!

So because I don’t look 37 (seriously I was still carded when I went out to dinner last night), is there an exactly correct way to act 37? I mean, could I in theory put on a tutu and a hello kitty necklace and drink a juice box while sitting at my desk? I tested this out last night:


I don’t know about you, but this seems like a completely normal 37-year old activity.

I think this mind set that acting your age is a relative activity runs in my family. My own grandpa taught us all that. And October is the anniversary of his promotion to heaven.

Grandpa was the next to youngest of 12. All of which–with the exception of two or three–lived into their 90’s, never entered a nursing home, and worked till the day they died. My grandpa was no exception.

A farmer by trade, this man was still working on the farm and climbing 100 ft. barn roofs well into his 90’s. As he was also blind in one eye, this of course made his children a bit nervous. “Dad!” my aunt would say, “You can’t do that anymore! What if you fell??” Grandpa would nonchalantly reply, “Oh don’t worry about that. I have a system.”

A system.

He never explained what that actually meant. But that was all of an explanation he felt was needed. My grandpa embodied the concept of not acting your age.

The last week of his life was pretty epic. It started out pretty normal. My grandpa did yard work around his house and then grabbed a chainsaw to prune one of his trees. While standing on the 20 ft. ladder with the chainsaw (it was on), he lost his footing and fell off the ladder. He survived the fall but broke both of his legs. After being airlifted to the hospital at the larger city next door, he went into surgery where they reconstructed BOTH legs with pins.

Oh, I forgot to tell how old he was when this all went down.


Yeah, I told you this was epic. 😉

Guys, he SURVIVED surgery and was put back in his room to wait for a space on the rehab floor to open up. When he awoke, he inquired of the nurses when they thought he’d be able to get back on his three-wheeler again.

He wasn’t reverting back to childhood. He legit had a three-wheeler that he rode around the neighborhood.

My grandpa perfected the art of acting his age, by shattering the stereotype that a man in his 90’s should just sit around waiting for death, while maybe reading a book and playing an occasional game of canasta. He embraced life to the fullest and “younger” activities with zeal. 

So if you, like me, are feeling a bit apprehensive about turning another year old, take heart. You are not alone. So strap on a tutu, drink a juice box and ride around the neighborhood in a three-wheeler.

Carpe Diem, y’all!

And The Truth Shall Set You Free…..

So after my blog went live the other night, I happened to read a comment from a new reader. And it stung a little bit. This person had made a judgement about me based solely on reading a tiny snapshot of my life.

And for a moment I considered its truth. And believed the truth as this person saw it, that I was lazy and unproductive.


The thing with having anxiety is that often times when I’m criticized, no matter who it is, I have a moment when I consider its truth. And often I decide there is a morsel of truth in the offending statement.

Last night I realized the flaw in this reasoning.

The flaw is this random person doesn’t know me. They don’t know my life (unless they’ve read my blog for the last two years, but even then that’s just a bunch of snapshots). They don’t realize that the way I have to be in the world is different than others because of the way my brain functions. That seemingly small tasks like taking a cat to the vet stress me out to the point that I need some down time after getting back home.

They clearly also don’t realize the risk and preparations needed to give a cat a pill! 😀 Or that you’ll often remain unsuccessful on the first try.

Or 50th. 😉

This also reminded me of something I read a few years ago right after President Obama entered the White House for his first term. The Bush twins, Jenna and Barbara, had written a letter to Sasha and Malia Obama about what to expect as the First Kids. One thought from the letter has always stuck with me. They told the young girls to always remember who their dad actually is. No matter who said what about him. That at the end of the day, the leader of the free world, was still their dad. Still the same person.

They reminded the girls to remember their truth.

And so in light of this troll, I remember my truth. That I am a housewife that picks up the slack so we have clean dishes, vacuumed carpets, clean bed sheets and well fed fur babies. That I feed my passion of helping to encourage and inspire others through my blog.

This truth has set me free. 🙂


**I don’t have a picture to post with today’s entry, but here is a relaxing song to get you through this busy Thursday. One of my favorites played by one of my favorites; my cousin, Ted Yoder. Please note that I am unable to post the actual video as WordPress has recently changed their settings, but if you click the link below, it’ll take you right there. 🙂

Motivational Tuesday……

It is Tuesday. We are not even halfway through the week. The weather is starting to get more sunny, but along with that comes the heat and the stickiness and the grossness.

This may leave you with an irresistible urge to shave your head (and you’ve somehow forgotten how to spell common words, even though you’re a daily blogger).

Please don’t shave your head.

I mean, I’m sure you’ll still look amazing and wonderful with a shiny noggin, but I just am afraid that you’ll regret that decision, even though through a shaved head you can feel the breeze better and this will in the short term help to cool you off.

We are not even half way through the week and your To-Do list keeps getting longer, with no projects crossed out yet.

Except the To-Do task of shaving your head because we just decided that might be a bad idea.

So dear friends, as we move into the middle part of our week, take heart. You can get through this. Just breathe…….and drink a little bit more coffee…….



*Photo Credit-our personal archives. Here our fearless blogger’s husband girds up his loins to make it through the middle of the week. Just add coffee! 😀

Monday Motivation: The Best is Yet to Come….

I totally had a different topic planned for today. Seriously, it was almost finished, I had to run an errand and when I came back, I heard from the Lord that I was to write this one. So….

Hey you! Yeah, you reading this blog post. I know you are going through an excruciatingly hard time right now. I know it freakin’ sucks balls. (I also know that your mom probably doesn’t approve of that term, but dang it, when you are down in the pit, sometimes you just gotta say it! 😛 ).

But what I also know, what Jesus wants you to know, is that it’s gonna get better.

When? I don’t know. But dear friend, you need to hang on just a little longer.

I was in your shoes two years ago.

I hated going to work. I dreaded seeing my co-workers. I despised how I was made to feel during the work day. I’m not ashamed to admit that on more than one occasion I’d be in tears when Chad picked me up at the end of my shift.

I was IN the pit. And I didn’t know when I’d be getting out. And I felt myself losing something that I once loved.

And it sucked ba…well, you get the idea. 😉

When I was down in the pit, it was so dark that I couldn’t see the light of my future plans, but the Lord could. And he drew me up out of the pit at just the right time (Psalms 40:2).

Fast forward 2 years. You know what?

Today I have a somewhat successful blog that helps to encourage and inspire people from around the world every day. And I’m using that painful time in my life to strengthen and motivate others, including you, who are mucking in the pit. Hey, it only has 87 followers currently, but you can change that by clicking the follow button right up there (on the upper right hand side of your screen above my glorious face 😉 )

And today I had an impromptu meeting with my artist friend. About the cover of my book that she’ll be designing.

Yes, I’m writing a book to inspire and encourage others in the pit.

To let them know that they are never, ever alone.

That is the Song In My Soul.

PS: My upcoming book now has a title. Song In My Soul: Humor and Inspiration From An Anxious Housewife  will be available for purchase sometime in 2017 and feature blog content found here and original content currently in production.

The World Needs More Miss Rumphiuses

Gun control. The Supreme Court decision legalizing gay marriage. Obama. Ferguson. There are tons of stuff out in the world today that we debate and fight over on a daily basis. These debates and fights can divide us to the point where friendships end, resentment builds and tempers flare. So how can we counter-act these volatile issues? It’s simple; we need more Miss Rumphiuses in the world.

“Who,” you may be asking, “is Miss Rumphius?” Excellent question. She is the focus of my all-time favorite children’s book of the same name, written by Barbara Cooney and published in 1982. “Miss Rumphius” tells the story of Alice Rumphius who from a young age has a goal of traveling to far-away places and living by the sea when she grows up. Her wise grandfather tells her that there is in fact a third thing she must do when she grows up. She must find a way to make the world more beautiful. When she grows up, she in fact does travel the world and settles down in a house by the sea. But she is still needing to make the world a better place. In the end, she walks along the country-side, scattering lupine seeds. As the wind carries the seeds, they settle in far-away places and when they eventually bloom, the landscape is filled with brilliant shades of purple, pink, blue and white. It is in a word; beautiful. Alice earns the moniker, “the lupine lady” and in the end is shown to teach the next generation about the importance of making the world a better place.

So how can we apply the lessons from this book in our own life? Simple. By extending kindness to everyone we meet. By volunteering with an organization you are passionate about. By baking a cake for your new neighbor, regardless of their sexual orientation. By planting flowers in the yards of folks that can’t do it themselves. By thanking a veteran for his service to our country, regardless of your politics.

My challenge to you this week is, anytime you see something negative, be it by social media or out in the 3-D world, you’d counter-act it by doing something nice for someone else. Let’s all do our part to make the world a better, more beautiful place.



*Miss Rumphius cover art appears courtesy: