This whole stay at home wife thing, making a full-time income like the put-together blogger ladies I had followed. Denial was so real. I was looking for something to get me out of reality.
So here I am. One year after the first time I tried to do this blog thing…. (fyi, those who say it’s not just easy income in the comfort of your home weren’t lying)…. but guess what? That’s okay. True accomplishments require hard work and determination. The fact that I’m even writing this post now is surreal. So how’d I get here? Through many failures. Lots of research and late nights trying to figure out what means so much to me that I can create and maintain a website from it. Ultimately though, it’s believing in your ability to affect others. My goal from the beginning has been this: to spread the word of simple, mindful living. So, came Back to Roots Living. A blog that would be devoted to living a life of “back in the day”. An idea that stemmed from having lost someone that meant the world to me that year (2015), my grandpa Mel. A man that knew who he was, what he stood for and always put his family first. Who was so handy and clever with what he had and believed in memories, experiences and learning new things.
2015 was the hardest year of my life. The loss of my Grandpa hurt me everyday. I was unemployed and living in a fantasy world that my husband and I could make this work. This whole stay at home wife thing, making a full-time income like the put-together blogger ladies I had followed. Denial was so real. I was looking for something to get me out of reality. Searching so hard for something to click. That a-ha moment where I found my purpose. So, an outlet where I could sit from home in my comfort zone was perfect, right? Wrong.
My goals stated that I was looking to help others. But how could I have? I was so weak.
There was no way I could help others without helping myself first. And so I did… and still am. The point is I want to make a difference. I want to live a life that represents the values that mean so much to me and enable others to do the same. So here I am: vegan, animal activist, lover of our Mother Earth. Believer in minimalism. Believer that your environment can make or break you. Believer that you can be who you truly feel like you are. Believer that I can do it this time.
So here goes. The true chance I’m giving myself. Putting the constant worry and doubt aside to change my life and my environment. I can’t wait to put the knowledge and skills I’m learning as an Interior Design student to use to change this house that I’ve looked at as a burden for years. This beautiful home that I got engaged in, married in, grown even closer to the man that holds our family together, expanded our fur-family in and built memories in. Even though the memories are clouded with resentment from the clutter and needed repairs, they are our memories built in this house. So will we be able to stay in this home forever? Not sure. But while we do, I will make sure it is a happy one.
Cheers to the road ahead!
Here’s an update on how I went from Fourth Coast Interiors to Fresh Coast Living. The journey is never ending… I guess that’s the point right?