Thrive As You

I know I've talked about expectations a lot.  And not just in my blog either.  My therapist and I talk about it every single time I am in her office.  I talk about it with my friends and with my mom and with my husband.  "What is WRONG with me?"  "Are my expecations REALLY just TOO high?" I think the answer MUST be yes because I find myself disappointed kind of a lot. Our recent spring break was no exception.  We decided to drive to either North or South Carolina (I can't remember which, seriously -- it was RIGHT on the border) to visit my husbands parents who recently moved into a retirement-type community there.  Should be fun, right?  Warm weather, pools, etc.  Road trips are always a good time, right?  RIGHT? I won't go into the minutia of why this trip did not go exactly as planned.  But let's just say we brought our friend Murphy with us because anything that COULD have gone wrong, did.  No, REALLY.  I'm not ev...

No, not the pasta.  OK that too but really -- SPRING!  It has sprung!  I'm 38 years old.  And many a time I've been asked what my favorite season is.  And 100% of the time I've answered, "the fall."  I'm from Michigan.  Born and raised.  And let's be honest, fall in Michigan is awesome.   I love the colors of fall.  I love the way fall feels.  I love the smells.  I love the brisk air.  I love when it's time to break out jeans and warm hoodies and maybe even a scarf.  I ADORE going to cider mills and feeling the dry leaves crackle beneath my feet.  Picking pumpkins and apples has been a tradition in my life for as long as I can remember.... it's just a part of me. But the winters, notsomuch.  So about 4 years ago we packed up the fam and moved to Nashville.  And just this year, I changed my mind. Spring,  is in fact, my favorite season. Not just because it's February and daffodils are alre...