Hi guys!! Just wanted to check in and say that we are LOVING Florida!! Birdie took to the water, sand and ocean like a champ and we've been spending every day outside. We never could have imagined how much fun a vacation could be with a baby!  We'll be back next week with a whole truck load of photos of our time here but for now we hope you enjoy this little video of Birdie and her first sand castle.
xoxo

I've been thinking a lot about the idea of how well we really know someone. There's the obvious, the close circle of people you love - your spouse, your parents and perhaps your siblings. Then there are your good, close friends. Followed by acquaintances, colleagues, etc. Then there are the people we think we know - celebrities, people we gossip about and for those of us in the online world - bloggers. We like to think we know everything about our close loved ones, that we are the keepers of our friends' secrets and that we know the people we work with pretty well. But do we really? I would venture to say that if we would be 100% honest with ourselves we would admit to the fact that there are some things we still haven't shared with our spouses (for whatever reasons), secrets we've kept from our parents and close friends and that our acquaintances or colleagues don't know us at all.
I am by most accounts a very open person. I don't have that much to hide and I'm not that terribly private. In fact my honesty is something those close to me love and cherish about me. My husband knows me better than anyone in the whole world. And yet... there was something painful from my past that it took me years to work up the courage to share with him. As I've become an adult and my relationships with people have matured and changed I have learned things about people I thought I knew very well that turned everything I thought I knew about them on its head. But it also explained a lot. It turns out a lot of people, if not most people, carry with them such deep and painful wounds that it almost makes one bowl over with empathy and sadness. It's inevitable that by the time any of us reach adulthood we would have weathered some serious storms.
I remember years ago in one of my psych classes learning that when a severely traumatic event happens in a child's life it often stunts there emotional growth, meaning that they remain frozen at that "emotional age" for the rest of their life. Sharing something "severely traumatic" with even the people closest to you is incredibly difficult, so odds are there are details like that in the layers that make up the people we love that we don't even know about. Think those instances are rare? Think about this, in an "exhaustive government survey of rape and domestic violence" done in 2011 the surveyors discovered that "nearly one in five women surveyed said they had been raped or had experienced an attempted rape at some point, and one in four reported having been beaten by an intimate partner."* With these kind of odds it is very probable that you know someone (or think you know someone) who is carrying around this secret from you, from their spouse, from their parents, children or other friends. It's staggering to consider. And that's just women and rape, that is not saying anything about physical abuse of children or sexual assault and men.
What this tells me is that there are a lot of hurt people out there. And as our pastor pointed out a few months ago "hurt people hurt people." When we take on individuals from this angle it's a little easier to have some empathy. To not respond with anger at the rude store clerk, to not feel resentment towards your boastful friend, to not hate your manipulative relative and to forgive a friend that has crossed the line many a times. As Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wisely said "Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.” I am not saying this as a way to excuse people's behaviors (or our own) but only to say that viewing people from a place of empathy and from the perspective of understanding that we probably don't know the whole story makes it easier for me. It's sort of selfish if you will.
But there is an aspect of this over which we do have control and that is the baggage and hurt that we ourselves carry around. We all have those tender wounds that we've been licking since childhood or perhaps adolescence that when someone brushes up against it it releases a torrent of negative emotions. You know, those situations where your reaction is way too intense than what the initial action would have warranted? When I look back on my early twenties I see a silhouette of a young girl who is dragging with her a gigantic duffle bag of "yuck." It followed me everywhere I went and colored most of my interactions with people. And then there was a moment where I came to a fork in the road and I realized that I could either continue dragging that sad sack of crap around with me forever or I could get rid of it. Now I'm not going to kid you and tell you that it was one of those movie moments where I just threw the "bag" from the bridge. No. Getting rid of it took years and years. These sacks of yuck are rarely full of just one thing, instead it's a treasure trove of hurts, disappointments, traumas and sadness. And to empty it out it takes a lot of effort, dedication and time. But it is well worth it, I feel like I never really knew true happiness until I released myself from all that baggage, for the first time since I was a young child I was able to have moments where I felt truly carefree - there no longer was a shadow looming over me at all times (even the happy ones).
Releasing yourself from hurt, resentment, sadness and bitterness and seeing other's from a place of empathy makes for a much easier life. I've really noticed in the past few years how little most people upset me these days, it takes a lot to make me cry and even more to make me actually angry and that feels so good to say coming from someone who went through a period where she felt angry almost every day of her life. Another quote that I try to remind myself of daily is from Ian Maclaren "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." Does it work every time? I wish, but as life would have it I am not Mother Teresa and people do still test my patience from time to time. You get put on the wrong birth control, babies get fussy, you get put on hold for three million hours, spouses have extra long days at work and some days you end up running that washing machine ALL DAY (and folding clothes for an eternity). So no, I'm not always understanding, forgiving or empathetic but I do think I'm better at it than I used to be and I see myself making progress in the grand scheme of it all. And for that I am grateful and because of that I will keep trying.

*source - New York Times

sunglasses - karen walker, dress, uo, shoes - hasbeens, bracelets - madewell & juicy couture
Why does it seem like the week before vacation is always nuts? My to do list is making me want to crawl into a corner in my closet and hide forever... And then yesterday was just one of those days when everything goes wrong. Thankfully my husband was in a great mood so we actually got to live out those "holds you up when you're down" lovely marriage ideals that so rarely actually happens (usually you'll find us both in sweatpants angrily eating a bowl of chips after a rough day). Also, Target helps. Truly. So I have about three days left to accomplish 89% of what's on my list. Of course in my little fantasy world I thought at this point I would have oh-I-don't-know... 89% of it done?? And yet here we are.  Oh! Also on the plus side I was able to find two swimsuits that don't make this mama of a six month old want to banish herself to brown paper bags as clothing options for the rest of her life. I haven't quite yet gotten back on the exercise train but as fate would have it vacation came a knockin' anyway (not that I'm complaining but... MY THIGHS!!!!!!!).  On that note I shall put this handy dandy contraption away and go make myself useful/pack/pretend to pack/sit in front of my closet wishing the clothes would pack themselves... ... Oh and last but not least about this outfit! You guys I literally live in it! I know I exaggerate often but this time I have food stains to prove it. This dress is perfect for this sticky yucky heat and it's pretty much the only thing I'm comfortable in these days. Sometimes I throw on a hat, sometimes always I throw on flat sandals and I keep the jewelry minimal. I got the dress last summer at UO but in case you're interested this Madewell one is awfully similar.