Can we talk about last night for a minute?
What a great night. Who knew that if you invited a couple of women you adore, pour a bunch of Rosé #basic, and just relax and be you (where the real magic is), you could have a brilliant time.
Ok let’s back up a hot minute.
I become a raging stressball before we have people over. Full on clean house, want perfection, stress out mode. And the two days leading up to this day, I piled more on my plate than I should have. We had painters coming to do our one year touch-ups and we then thought it would be fun to take on a DIY project or two of our own. So the day of the event rolls around and I am still pulling up paint tape and hanging pictures on the wall… while simultaneously shopping for snacks and general cleaning. We were falling behind on time and usually this would send me into Def Con 5 mom-cano eruption mode.
But like WHY? What is this? What causes me to freak out? I actually am not that worried about people judging me. Maybe at one point that was it. Worried what others would think of me. But that’s not so much it. You see what truly makes me overwhelmed is somewhere back in sentence 5 or so… taking on more than I should. That’s how I’ve been living my life. Always having WAY more on my plate than any one person should take on. And as a result, I am half-assing nearly everything. I am dropping the ball in the areas that matter most.
We named our giant kitchen island Ellis Island. I so badly want to have that warm space to invite people. I want my home to be the space that my children feel safe and nurtured. Where their high school friends can come. I want to be the home where my neighbors know I will always have a hot cup of caffeine or a chilled Rosé and their kids can play with my kids without a formal invitation but more because they are done momming for the day. I want a regular rotation of our friends to join us for Italian Sunday. And I want the feeling of love and peace so interwoven in the seams that I never want to leave.
But when I haven’t taken the time to infuse the love into the space. When I am too wrapped up in my own shit. When I feel like I am letting everyone down. When I am not living up to my own potential… then I don’t even want to come over so why should you.
It actually doesn't matter if I serve the rose out of glass or plastic if the conversation is flowing and laughter is ensuing. Intentionality is the first ingredient and everything else just enhances it. It helps to weave it into your memory bank.
So when I took a big breath in of gratitude and was able to exhale the collage that I had just torn down... it turned out to be a great night.
This. This is the movement that I want to create. That I am creating.
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