It's Been A While... That's When Life Happens.

Apparently I've only had time for one post this month. And let's change that to I've only made time for one post this month. Life has a funny way of going a lot quicker than I ever think it will.

I don't have anything in particular that I want to write about, except maybe to mention that we've had an extremely rollercoaster-of-emotions type month. The beginning of this month started off with despair and grief so real and powerful that I wasn't sure we were going to get through it. But God is good and of course the end of the month is ending up with great hope and determination. Isn't that how it usually happens in life? We have to reach rock bottom before we can see any kind of light ahead. I am so grateful for the moments that I reach rock bottom, for the person that I realize that I can be in those moments. I am indescribably grateful for a husband who stands by me, not behind or in front of me, in those moments and always ensures me that they are just that, moments, and not permanent .

Sometimes, and let's be honest, most of the time we take for granted the biggest blessings in our lives. Any of you that really know me know that I definitely have a pessimistic side, to put it nicely. Why is it so easy to cling to negativity? On the same hand, I'm so grateful for the lessons I learn from myself because of that trial I have. I learn more and more as I get older to trust in the Lord, in my own strength, and I learn that it's okay to lean on other people. To those of you, and you know who you are, who have had heartfelt conversations with me ever in my life, but especially this last month, you mean the world to me. Relationships may be fleeting and ever-changing, but I truly believe God puts the people in our lives that we need to get through our present struggles.

One day you I will explain what is so cryptically hidden in this post, but mostly I just feel grateful and needed to remind myself that it's okay to be grateful. Until that day, stay tuned!

Reflecting: Keeping and Losing Friends

I've been reflecting this morning and just wanted to write a few things down. This is how I see myself or have seen myself, and people might disagree, but here's an insight into the mind of Chelsea.

In my life I've had great people come and go. I feel like more have gone than stayed, and I wish that I could change that. I wasn't really ever the kind of girl who had one best friend for a long time. I just had a lot of good friends.  I was invited to big events, but left out of a lot of other things, too, which I always tried not to let bother me, but I still seem to struggle with it - thank you social media for bringing out the green monster of jealousy in me! The older I get the more I realize that maybe I didn't make the friendships that I should have.

I like to think that I'm the kind of person who doesn't ever want people to be hurt by her - I am scared to death of hurting peoples' feelings. So much so that for a long time I was a big pushover. I let people treat me not as well as I should have, whether it be people I was friends with or boys I was dating. As long as they stayed in my life it didn't matter that I was unhappy. I have a very big personality, I'm definitely aware of that. But if people didn't like it or didn't appreciate it I always tried to change for them. Most of you know that I'm an open book. If you ask, or even if you don't, then I will tell you anything ;) Because I'm so willing to divulge information, I've been hurt a lot in my life. I trust really easily and get hurt just as quickly when someone breaks that trust. The older I get the more I like to think that people who truly love me should accept me for who I am, but maybe that's not true.

On more than one occasion I have lost friends because I was too much for them or too overwhelming. I have very few friends, close friends, from longer than 5 years ago. I never really worried about having good girl friends because I was better at getting along with guys. However, when you get married you can't just be close to males. I've been hurt more since being married, I feel like, than any other time. So much so, that I've almost become somewhat bitter and jaded..even guarded. I worry that something I say or do, little or big, will offend someone, that if I say the wrong thing that people will leave me (and Brad) because of it. I feel responsible for the friendships that Brad and I have gained and lost in our 5 years of marriage. I have started to really question who I am and love myself less. Isn't that kind of thing supposed to end in high school or as a teenager? Aren't we supposed to find our "true identities" by the time we are 26? I wish I could change the things that hurt the people that I love, but there's an internal battle between staying true to who I am and being the kind of person other people want to love - want to love on a permanent basis. I know there are people who love me and care about me, I just wish I knew how to keep them close for longer.

I'm not really sure where I want to go with this post. I always encourage everyone to be themselves and be happy with you they are, because I love them just the way they are. I just want to be loved for the person that I am.

So I guess I will end with saying that I am so grateful for my husband and my family. They are the constants in my life and put up with all of my craziness, and still love me at the end of everyday. Especially my Bradley. My sweet, patience, loving, caring, enduring with me to the end eternal companion. I don't know where I would be without him. So that is the relationship I will focus on, he will always be there no matter who comes and goes.

And I guess growing up and moving on is part of life. So as much as I don't want to apologize for being who I am, because I'm trying to hang on to that one little ligament of self worth that I have, I am truly sorry to anyone I have ever hurt along my journey through life. It was never intentional and I wish I could take it back, but I can only move forward from here and intend to do so.

Five.

Five - the number of Mother's Days that have happened since the hubby and I started trying to get pregnant.  Five days of celebrating the title that I so desperately wish to claim for myself.  Five times convincing myself that this is a good day, a wonderful celebration, and my day will come.  I usually hesitate to write or post anything about our infertility journey, but sometimes I want to remind myself what I felt on days like today and also let other people know that they aren't alone in their feelings.  Read on only if you're ok with a little sadness, hopefully a happy ending, but definitely real/raw feelings.

So what do I feel on days like today?  Joy, struggle, hopelessness, hopefulness, gratitude, confusion, numbness, despair, rejoicing, resenting...the list goes on and on.  The past 4 1/2 years struggling with infertility have been filled with some of the greatest and worst days of my life.  Continuous ups and downs on the roller coaster of wanting something so much that I just can't make happen.  I have chosen over and over again to just be happy; to just smile through it and be happy for the women who have been blessed with motherhood.  A long time ago I made a pact with myself that I would never let myself be upset that there are people/women who can have children and that I'm not one of them (yet) because it is not their fault.  It's not anyone's fault that I'm not at that point in my life and plenty of other women are.  There is no reason to be upset that other women have children and I don't - I won't put someone in the position to be a "bad guy" just because they are a mom.  The past four Mother's Days I have held my head up high as I walked into church and sat through meetings about the blessing of motherhood; sat and listened to children doting on their moms, husbands bragging about their wonderful wives raising their beautiful babies.  Sure, I've shed my fair share of tears in those meetings, no one is perfect, but for the most part I have been pretty good at staying positive through our infertility journey.  This year was a little different...

In the past few weeks we have had some of the most heart breaking news in our marriage.  We got 2 official opinions from doctors that we probably won't be able to get pregnant without doing invitro - that the surgery we just spent $2,000 on didn't work out the way the doctors hoped it would, and that now, we need to make the choice between adoption (anywhere from $4,000-$10,000) and invitro (about $15,000) in order to become parents.  I'm not one of those people who has counted all the dollars we've spent on fertility treatments already, because I'm sure it would kill me, but this is definitely making it hard to not think about.  Long story short, all of this news has had terrible timing, and made this the hardest mother's day yet.  Not to mention that being a firefighter's wife means sometimes spending holidays alone, and this one was no different, aka no husband around to hold me and comfort me through my tears.  So what did I choose to do?  For the first time in 5 Mother's Days I shut myself off from the holiday as much as possible...it didn't help that I'm also sick, but I skipped church (both my own and my mom's, which I'd previously committed to attend to celebrate the holiday with her), laid around, and tried not to think about it.  I didn't want to ruin it for my awesome mom, so I still gave her a gift, participated in dinner and games, and tried not to mope too much, but I did avoid reading too many Facebook posts, dwelling on any thoughts of motherhood, and talking to friends too much, just to ensure I could keep my mind otherwise occupied.  The result: 24 hours of pent up sadness letting loose at the end of my day resulting in a big sob fest - exactly what I was trying to avoid.  It hit me like a ton of bricks.  All of the thoughts and feelings I've been trying to suppress came out in one fail swoop.  I've been avoiding even the thought of deciding what our next step is and mostly just praying that this wasn't really happening or that it would just go away.  The distractions were gone and reality had finally set in...I momentarily broke my pact with myself and pleaded with God to know why I can't be a mom, why it seems like everyone else I know is a mom and I get to sit idly by and just watch them live the life I wish I had, why it's not my turn yet, and what I must be doing wrong that I don't deserve the honor of raising my own children.  For the first time in 4 1/2 years I really resented this day...

Moral of the story??  I did mention a happy ending, didn't I?  So here's what I learned today, and what I need to remember for future reference:
1. I'm not the kind of person who can keep her feelings inside.  I don't do well with pretending to be something I'm not, even though "being myself" has burned me significantly in the past.  I'm an open book and I do best that way - suppression is not my way of coping, and I have to let my feelings show.
2. Life has a funny way of seeming unfair, but in reality it is more fair than we all comprehend.  No one person has a better life than anyone else, so it's not ok to resent them for the blessings in their life - I wouldn't want their burdens in return.  At the same time, it's ok to be sad from time to time.  If we didn't feel anything we wouldn't be human.
3. I am immensely blessed with the life that I have.  I can't start a list, because I would die sitting here at my computer with the time it would take, but there are millions of things that I have to be grateful for and my infertility journey has always made me more aware of them.
4. I will be a mother one day.  There is a time and a season for everything in life, and even though I wish, more than anything, that my time was now...or 4 years ago...it will come.  I will have my own children to raise, whether I bear them or not, and I will love them more than a lot of mothers get the opportunity to love their babies.  I will be grateful for the late night feedings, the sore body, the crying and screaming, the poopy diapers...all of it.  I am learning patience now that is only contributing to my mom skills for later.
5. I truly am so grateful for all of the wonderful mothers in my life.  I was blessed with the perfect mom, and am continually blessed to have great moms walk in and out of my life.  They show me the kind of mom I want to be and encourage me to keep trying for my own babies.  On the same note, I have been blessed with amazing friends who have let me be second moms or "aunts" to their sweet little ones and who have allowed me to experience bits and pieces of being a mom.  To those of you who are on that list, I am forever grateful for you and for letting me in.

So, all in all, this may have started out like the worst Mother's Day on my books yet, but I choose to think of it as the Golden #5.  I got the chance to hit rock bottom and really face my feelings today.  I was forced to open my eyes to how I really feel and affirm that this is something I really want in my life.  I relearned some very vital lessons from myself, and now the only way to go is up!

Happiness is truly a choice.  We can let sorrow and grief drag us down, or we can choose to live each day grateful for the blessings given to us.  I never want to let my infertility journey take me down paths that I don't choose.  I won't let it rule my life - I am in control of my own destiny.  So to all women, mothers or hopefuls, Happy Mother's Day.  Choose this day, and every day, to be grateful for life.  We only get one, let's make the best of it!

Lots of Loves,
Chels.

Comparing Ourselves to Others...WHY!?

So I started this a few weeks ago and have been putting it off, but I really need to remember this for myself so I'm finishing it...
I'm suuuuuper discouraged because I just wrote a big long post and really felt great about it, and then I was a tech idiot and my computer froze and, needless to say, it's gone.  I was just going to bag it and cry myself to sleep (yes, I am that dramatic) but instead I'm going to try to recapture whatever's left of it in my brain and go from there.  It's not as eloquent as I'd gotten it before...but here ya go:

"Thou shalt not covet" = the most broken of Moses' 10 commandments. We covet everything from houses, cars, children, money, talents, etc.  Why?  Jealousy is becoming a raging epidemic in this world.  Human beings are individual and different and unique...isn't individuality something to strive for?  No two people are the same and that is what makes us beautiful.  Together, we weave the tapestry that is mankind. I know I'm kind of going all "Prince of Egypt" on ya, but it's true - we need differences to keep this world interesting and growing.

I've had some interesting experiences lately that have really struck me.  I'm going to quote some very sweet friends who've made a big difference in how I see things.  A little back story: I have hated my curly hair for a very long time.  I always used to fight it, but the last little while I've been really trying to embrace it and just my natural beauty as a whole.  So about a month ago I posted a silly picture of me and my "Afro", as I like to call it, and I got a big response from people.  One in particular stood out to me.  A friend commented and wrote something along the lines of "our curls are very similar, but your curls look better than mine".  Although a seemingly very sweet compliment, I was kind of taken aback.  Why do we build others up by putting ourselves down?  Confidence is good thing and somewhere along the lines it became a faux-pas to be confident in ourselves.  There is a difference between cocky and confident and there's nothing wrong with the latter.  If we have to be negative about ourselves to be positive about someone else, is that really a compliment?  Not to mention, she has beautiful hair and is beautiful inside and out, but we need to learn how to compliment others without putting ourselves down and, more importantly, to find our own self worth.

This brings me to my next point.  I have a sweet friend that I absolutely adore and could go on and on about her, but there is story to be told here: one night we were talking about her being jealous of her husband's talents.  I told her that I envy lots of things about her followed by "probably in and unhealthy way".  What she said in response really hit me and opened my eyes to the reality of what I was doing.  She said "envy is a scary thing" and that she would never want to be the reason I doubt myself or don't feel good about me.  I hadn't ever thought of it that way.  How selfish of me to put her in that position?  I also would never want to be the reason anyone didn't feel good about themselves. I want everyone in my life, man and woman alike, to know their true worth, and not for a minute think they are any less valuable than me.  Yes, this friend is great, but that doesn't mean I'm not great too.  I found this quote and I absolutely love it...just be you!



One thing that I feel really exacerbates this situation is the internet: social media is dangerous.  Don't get me wrong, it can definitely be a good thing - keep up with old friends, get info on what's going on around you, share life events with loved ones, etc. However, the second we start making it a negative thing is the second we need to re-evaluate.  Do you sit and compare yourselves to others?  Do you judge yourself or others based on what you read?  Are you wishing you were someone else?  Do you look at people's kids and wish you had your own?  The list goes on and on.  In the words of a very wise man: "STOP IT".  Remember, we only see bits and pieces of someone else's life and it's not ok to see that and think yours isn't good enough.  Don't put people in that situation, and don't get sucked in.  I know this is easier said than done, but be willing to get rid of people who don't uplift and encourage you.  If you're just hanging on to someone because you insist on seeing that "their life is so much better than yours" - STOP IT!  Get rid of it and make a pact with yourself today to stop comparing and clean up your social media accounts.

Everyone is different, we all do things differently, we can all improve and make changes.  No one is the same and we are all beautiful just the way we are.  There will never be another Chelsea Withers - how perfect is that?!  I get to create me just the way that I want, not the way that someone else is.  Never forget that life is a gift and the only person to compare ourselves to is our old self and where we need to improve personally.  On top of that, never put someone in an involuntary situation because you are envying them in an "unhealthy way".  Chances are that they love you more than to let you do that if they knew you were doing it!

Lastly, I know that we're not all of same faith, but I truly believe we are daughters, and sons, of a Heavenly Father that loves us so unconditionally and so much that he gave us this life as a gift and made us just the way we are supposed to be and on purpose.  You don't need to be anyone except YOU.  Don't let Him down by trying to be anyone else.

Lots of Loves,
Chels.

You Might Be Married To A Firefighter If...

Many of you already know, Brad just started a full time firefighting job with Ogden Fire Department at the beginning of April and we couldn't be more thrilled.  Some of you might not know that he's actually been working as a firefighter part time at two different stations for just over a year now.  I am by no means an expert, but I thought I would start imparting my silly "Firefighter's Wife Wisdom" with you with a new series of posts entitled "You Might Be Married to a Firefighter If..." for anyone who has ever wondered what it's like to be a firefighter, or at least married to one...Volume one begins now...enjoy!

You Might Be Married to a Firefighter If...
...the body indent on your side of the bed is significantly deeper than your spouse's because they spend so many nights sleeping at the station and not in your bed.
...you are constantly adjusting your sleep patterns to accommodate the comings and goings of said spouse...add blankets, take away blankets, stretch out, curl up, etc.
...you hear the sound of sirens and get nervous even if you're not in the city where your spouse is working.
...you see firefighter turn outs and just think "stinky".
...you get a little more emotional than most when you see or hear something patriotic.
...you know that holidays aren't about the actual day and you are used to moving things around and celebrating another time.
...your "weekend" isn't the same as everyone else's.
And
...you find yourself decorating your house with fake boots and figurines of hoses...and with lots of red and black...

This is just a start, but I hope it made at least some of you giggle. Until next time, have a great day and don't forget to smile!

Lots of Loves,
Chels.

Age 26 - This Year's Goals.

Well, I did it...at the age 25 I went one whole year without sugary treats!  (with the exception of Christmas Day....but it was Christmas Day...haha)  I almost can't believe it.  In some ways it was difficult, but for the most part it didn't even phase me after the first few months.  It's just a part of my lifestyle now...so much so that I have decided to continue on with no sweets with a few provisions along with a few more healthy goals:

1. Treats only on:
1. Brad's Birthday
2. 4th of July
3. Once at end of August/beginning of September
4. Halloween
5. Thanksgiving
6. Christmas
7. Valentine's Day
8. Easter
2. No junk food or fast food - i.e. chips, buttery popcorn, cheese fries, hamburgers, fried or greasy foods, etc.
3. Only eat out once a week maximum - either Friday or Saturday - still no greasy foods
4. No white flour - bread, rice, tortillas, etc.  *except in treats on holidays or if someone else cooks for me and I don't want to be rude
5. Run a 10k at the end of Summer/beginning of Fall
6. Run the Tulip Festival Half Marathon at Thanksgiving Pointe next Spring
7. Be more frugal - only spend what you have and spend it on what you need
1. Meal plan and follow that plan
2. Start budgeting on Brad's income only
8. Blog once a week on at least one blog

That about covers what I want to do for now.  There are many other things that I would like to add to this, but I don't want to make unrealistic expectations.  

Here's to an even better 26 and to feeling healthier and appreciating my body more :)

Lots of Loves,
Chels.

Running!

Did I mention that I'm running a 5k on Saturday?  I know for you avid runners this is no sweat (probably literally), but for me this is a big step into the world of running.  I've only ever done one 5k before, and it was just on a whim...and I didn't do so hot haha.  This time I wanted to do it as part of my push for a healthier lifestyle.

Growing up I was an athlete...you name it I played it, at least for a few seasons.  That was my form of exercising...running around playing.  I actually did run track for one year when I was like 14, but I was most definitely a sprinter.  My fastest mile was like 9:05 I think?  I've never been a long distance runner!  But now that I'm older there really isn't an outlet to play sports.  Sure, the hubs and myself go play some ultimate frisbee with "the kids" sometimes (am I really calling 18-21 year olds kids!?), but that's so few and far between that it's far from keeping my heart healthy and my body in shape.  Moral of the story?  I'm going to try to get into something productive as an adult...so running it is!  For now.  (I'd actually love to try crossfit, but for now it's too expensive, too far away, and too intimidating haha).

Thanks to my good friend Christine, and my free membership to Gold's Gym through work, I actually feel like I might not die on Saturday!  Haha I've gone jogging at least 3 times a week since the beginning of the month and I get further and less tired every time.  First step 5k, next step...who knows!  :)  But for now, I'm feeling good about myself and that's what matters.  Updates about how I did coming soon!

Lots of Loves,
Chels.

P.S.  I have also been kickin' butt on the water drinking front...at least 80 oz a day!  Now excuse me, the potty is calling!