A to Z marriage tips - Part One

Note to Self: 

At least you seem to have it all figured out on paper! ;) 

Hi everyone! I came across this blog post: http://heavenlyhomemakers.com/category/marriage-tips-a-to-z , and decided to make one for myself! Stefen and I have been married a year and a half this month! I can't believe it's already been that long! Anyway, I'm no expert on marriage (it's only been a year and a half after all) but these are some of the things I've heard and learned in the last year and a half! It's an A to Z list, but after writing it and it turned out to be over 10 pages long, I figured I should split it into two posts! So, here's A to M! :)

Appreciate your spouse

Don't take for granted the things that your spouse does for you and the person that they are. Be intentional in showing and telling your spouse that you appreciate them. It takes work, but it is so important.

Men and women are different and sometimes it might be hard to see or understand what it is the other person is doing for you. It takes effort and humility. We've only been married for a year and a half and I'm slowly learning all of the ways that I can show Stefen that I appreciate him. I'm still learning all of the things that I really do appreciate about him! It's a learning processes, as with anything in marriage.

The words you say to your spouse matter, but the tone matters more. Imagine saying some of the things you already say, but in a tone of appreciation. It could do wonderful things. Even saying a simple "thank you" can be an easy way to begin to express how much you appreciate your spouse.

Besides showing and telling your spouse how much you appreciate them, you should keep these things in your mind. How hard is it to be mad or frustrated at your spouse when your mind is full of appreciation for all the things they do for you? It's extremely difficult . . . which is kind of the point. A single positive (and appreciative) thought about your spouse each day can change your entire marriage.

Be silly

Life can become so serious at times. Stefen and I have both worked and gone to school full time the entire time we've been married so far (OK we had one summer off of school). Besides work and school and homework and exams you have things like money and dishes and laundry and family and sleep and all of the other things that come with being . . . you know . . . a human being. And it sucks. I spend so much time every day just thinking about all that I have to do! But I'd go crazy if that's all I ever did.

I've always been more on the serious side. It's hard for me to step away from that and just have fun. This is one of the reasons I fell in love with my Stefen in the beginning and why I continue to fall more in love every day. HE MAKES ME BE SILLY. Ok, maybe he doesn't make me, but I let myself be silly with him! We wrestle and he pretends to eat my face and he'll drag me across the kitchen when I'm wearing socks . . . I can't even think of all the silly things we do. But I know that bein silly has helped our marriage in so many ways.

Choose your battles

This is true with everyone and everything, but especially in marriage. Some things really don't matter. Like the way the butter and butter knife are put to together . . . I place the knife on the side of the dish. Stefen, on the other hand, stabs the butter with the knife so it's sticking straight up. Does it bother me? Every time! (My OCD tendencies go crazy haha). Is it worth ANY kind of argument? Absolutely not. It's just butter.

That's a silly example, but how many other "butter" disagreements do we have in a marriage? A million. But those things don't matter. Something I've heard again and again: "Don't sweat the small stuff. It's all small stuff."

Some things in life really don't matter. Some battles aren't worth fighting. And if you choose to fight them, fight them with toothpicks instead of swords . . . fight them with jokes and laughter instead of criticism. Ok maybe that's a bad metaphor . . . but oh well. The point is, those little things really don't matter. What matters is your marriage.

Don't go to bed angry 

Nahh . . . I don't like this one. So really, my advice would be the opposite. Or at least that it's OK to go to bed angry.

Do you think rationally when you're angry? If so, I give you major props. I know I'm a logical disaster when I'm upset and trying to deal with conflict when I'm angry would be one of the WORST things for our marriage. I've tried . . . it didn't work out haha. Going to bed angry isn't fun, either. I don't sleep much on those occasions because I run over things I'd like to say in my head for hours . . . but eventually I do sleep. And every time I wake up I realize how irrational I was being and we can start the conversation over again. It's amazing how much easier it is to handle conflict when you're not angry.

H.A.L.T. is a good thing to remember, here. Don't attempt meaningful conversation (especially handling conflict) if either spouse is Hungry, Angry, Lonely, or Tired. And especially not a combination of those . . . Like "hangry." (I never realized that I get hangry until Stefen pointed it out . . . now we can be out running errands and all of a sudden he'll pull into a drive thru and I get mad because "we have stuff to do" and he tells me that I need to eat . . . my bad haha.) 

Anyway. If any of you have heard this same bit of advice, probably just ignore it. Going to bed angry is certainly not the worst thing you could do!

Every day, choose them

I think people get married and then have this mindset that they're "stuck" with that person forever. That's just not true. Divorce is easier than ever (NOT A REASON TO DO IT). If you want out, you can get out. But marriage isn't about finding an "out," it's about finding all the reasons you choose to stay "in." 

Marriage is hard. There have been times that Stefen has pushed buttons I didn't even know I had. But you know what? I choose him. I chose him when I said yes to that first date. I chose him for the year that we dated and I chose him the day I said "yes" to being his wife. I chose him the day we were married in the temple and I've chosen him every day since. I'm not stuck with him. I CHOOSE him. Every day, no matter what happens, I choose to be with him. I choose to be his wife and to love him. I choose to accept his flaws, just as he chooses to accept mine. I choose to stand by him for better and for worse. 

Every day you have that opportunity to make that choice again. Marriage is about making that choice. 

Friends first

As in, be friends before lovers. If your spouse isn't your best friend, work on that. If Stefen isn't the first person I want to tell my good news to or cry to when things are hard, I know that's when I need to work to feel closer to him. Your spouse should be your best friend. They should be there for you every step of your journey, because you are taking that journey together. If they're not your best friend, think about the things that you can do to be a better friend to them.

While your spouse should be your best friend, I think it's so crucial to point out that they should not be your only friend. You can and should have other friends. You can even have other best friends. I know "best" implies one, but I think that's dumb. You can have more than one best friend because each friend is different and is your friend for different reasons. So, even when you get married and your spouse is your best friend, don't let go of your other friendships! You need them, too! After all, Stefen just isn't going to react the same about a new episode of Greys Anatomy as my girlfriends will ;) haha

Girls/guys night out

This was so hard for me to wrap my head around in the beginning! Stefen had been living a bachelor-type life for years when I met him. Working, hanging out with friends, playing video games, you get the point. He was used to doing his own thing most of the time. I had just moved away from all of my friends and family and spent most of my time by myself (not that I didn't do that even when I lived by my friends haha), but I wanted to make friends and spend time with someone!

When Stefen and I were dating, we spent a ton of time together. Granted, most of it was spent doing homework, but we were still together. So when we got married, I still wanted to spend a ton of time together. Basically all of our time together. That's what married people do, right!? Pretty sure I started to smother my poor husband haha!

You need time apart or you'll start to drive each other crazy. Whether you spend that time by yourself doing a hobby, or going out for a girls/guys night . . . you need to do it.

Hold each other

Hugging and holding each other is basically the best thing, ever. At least once a day (as in probably 15 times), I'll just walk up to Stefen and hug him and not let go. Honestly, it makes everything better (even if nothing was wrong in the first place). That's about all I have to say about it . . . basically hugging every day is awesome :)

Intentional love

It takes intentionality to strengthen your love and your marriage! It doesn't just happen, no matter how badly you "want" it. Intentional couples think about their marriage, plan for their marriage, and act for their marriage. Spouses need to be dedicated to maintaining and building their connection throughout their marriage. 

If you're not being intentional, you'll easily slip into automatic mode. Great marriages are not build in automatic mode! That's when you just let life happen. If you just let marriage "happen", there's not going to be much marriage left at the end of it. A great marriage takes work! And to put in that effort, you have to be intentional in your relationship. 

Imagine how much different relationships would be, if each person acted intentionally instead of simply reacting? It's that intentionality that can turn a conversation from terrible to wonderful and can turn a relationship around. I've seen it. And it's hard! Sometimes I really suck at it haha. But every day I strive to be intentional in my marriage. 

Jam-packed with love

Ok, I know some people will disagree with me, but hear me out: Say "I love you" every day, multiple times a day. I've heard so many people say that if you say "I love you" too much it loses its meaning. The truth is, it doesn't lose its meaning unless you let it. 

Stefen and I say "I love you" more times than I could count each day. In person, over text, on the phone . . . And it's awesome. We know we love each other even without those words, but who doesn't love to hear that? The trick is not only to say it often, but to ALWAYS mean it. 

Stefen jokes that I have different "I love you"s . . . there's the: you're-an-idiot-but-I-love-you "I love you", you're-my-everything "I love you", I'm-busy-and-can't-talk-but-I-love-you "I love you", and a few others that I'm sure he would recognize haha The point is, no matter which of these it is, he knows that I love him. It doesn't matter if he's being dumb, when I say "I love you", I mean it. When I'm busy doing homework and don't have time to have a conversation, when I say "I love you" then, I mean it. 

So say "I love you" often, but only as often as you're able to mean it. 

Kiss every day

This is kind of like the hug one. Hugging and kissing helps you feel closer to your spouse! Maybe you're not a touchy-feely person and this seems strange to you (that's OK). But I think everyone should try the "15 second kiss challenge." Basically you make sure that you and your spouse kiss for at least 15 seconds every day!

I actually don't know if I kiss my husband for 15 seconds every day . . . I don't know if I've ever thought about the time! But I know that kissing him every day (for any amount of time) has brought us closer! So I imagine that this would do the same :) Here's where I got the idea from: http://fiercemarriage.com/15-second-kiss-experiment

Learn your love languages

Have you heard of love languages before? If not, you need to move on over to this website: http://www.5lovelanguages.com/ and take the quiz. Then make your spouse take the quiz. Then you can come back here and keep reading. If you have heard of them, feel free to continue ;)

I've been minoring in family studies, which means that I've learned about love languages in nearly all of my minor classes, and a communications class which Stefen also took. If you've learned about them, you could be one of the people who think they're silly or worthless. You have the right to your opinion! But I'm here to tell you that the love languages are real and extremely helpful.

While each love language has a definition, it is very important to learn your spouse's definition of the love languages that mean the most to them!

Both Stefen and I have "physical touch" and "quality time" pretty high on our list of love languages. While physical touch is fairly straightforward (holding hands, sitting next to each other, hugging, etc.), we had different definitions for quality time. And that is OK. I remember being so frustrated in the beginning because I didn't feel like I was getting the quality time that I needed, and Stefen thought we were. Why? Because we had different definitions. For me, quality time is doing things together, talking, eye contact, playing a game, things like that. For Stefen, sitting in the same room together, even if he was playing xbox and I was on my computer, counted as quality time. When we had this conversation and explained to each other what "quality time" meant to us, things went much more smoothly. I could accept that sometimes just being in the same room was all that he needed as far as quality time. He could accept that sometimes I needed more than that.

Really, learning and discussing your love languages is just about learning and discussing the ways you can show your spouse that you love them. So whether or not you believe in the true "love languages," make sure you take the time to understand what your spouse needs to feel loved!

Marriage is most important

Your marriage is more important than your career and your hobbies. Your marriage is more important than what your friends or family think. Your marriage is the most important thing. I can't stress this enough. Don't put anything before your marriage . . . because when whatever it is finally ends or falls through, it's your spouse that will be there to pick you back up.

"If I could tell my generation one thing about marriage, it would be that marriage is your project for the world: your greatest possible contribution to the future is likely your family, not your occupation" - Josh Craddock




That's my A to M list! What did you think? I'd love to hear your opinions! And stay tuned for part two: N to Z! :)

That thing in high school

Note to Self:

That thing that happened in high school really did change your life forever.

I've been trying to be better at blogging. You know, more than one post every couple of months . . . But I'm busy and when I have the time, I usually just draw a blank! So I googled for ideas of what to blog about (like any good blogger does). I found a great list of "50 Things to Blog About." The first thing on the list was:

That thing that happened in high school that changed your life forever.

So, that's exactly what I'm going to write about!

High school wasn't really anything special for me. I had some amazing friends, but I was mostly just shy. I went to some dances. I took AP classes, but certainly not more than my other classmates. I did take hip hop and social dance classes and performed . . . I even have recordings of them! But you'll never see those . . . because I sucked haha.

Honestly, most of high school is just a small little blip of my life.

So what was that thing that happened that changed my life?

That thing was moving into the new building that had been built for us.

Most of my high school experience was around construction. They had plans to build a new school on the other side of the block and began working on tearing down the current building my first year there.

Oh the joys of construction . . .

The smells.

The sounds.

But it was OK because they were building us a new school. Everybody loves new, shiny buildings.

The timeline was never really set in stone (as most construction work appears to be). We were told that we would be the last ones to graduate from the old school. Then we were told we would be the first to graduate from the new school. All the while, the building was slowly being put together. Eventually, most of us assumed the building wouldn't be completed until the summer after we graduated.

Then our administration had BIG NEWS for us . . . we would be moving into the new building in April. Just about two months before graduation. About a month before all of our AP tests and other final testing. And the faculty would have to move their things to the new building over spring break. What GREAT news . . .

And that's exactly what happened. We were uprooted and relocated right during the stress of the end of the school year. The best part was the school had not been completed. A lot of equipment was not available to use yet. The construction was now going on all around us instead of a few hundred yards away. There were hundreds of "bugs" that hadn't even been contemplated yet.

But, sure . . . moving sounded like the best plan. *sarcasm*

Now, before you get all up in my face about this, I know that there are political and other factors that went into this decision that were out of the administration's control. I understood it then and I certainly understand it now. However, that knowledge did not help the situation or change my actions.

You might be wondering how a silly move "changed my life forever." I'm about to get to that :)

You see, I was quite upset. Besides the fact that it was the end of the semester and there were problems and we were all stressed . . . it bothered me that I wouldn't get to graduate from the school that I had been attending for the last three years. So many emotions and memories were attached to that school and I wouldn't be able to walk through on the last day of my senior year to remember it all. As I said, I was upset.

And I did things I never thought I would be brave enough to do.

I emailed the superintendent trying to get an interview to find out information. I made my opinion widely known. I wrote my satire paper for AP Lit on the move and presented it to my class. I wrote a poem about the move and had it published in the school's literary arts magazine. And, on the first day in the new building, I wore this shirt:

 

I received a lot of hate for my opinions. People accused me of not knowing what I was talking about and being a spoiled brat. I received quite a few hateful comments and messages. I had SBO's tell me to stop disrespecting them and the other administrators (of course non of the things I did affected them directly). I received glares from administrators (to which I simply smiled).

But I also received support. From friends and family and even teachers who agreed that the decision to move before the end of the year was not a good one. They loved my satire and my poem. Some gave me thumbs up for my shirt. Man, I love some of those teachers.

For the first time in my life I really stood up for something, over and over again. I held my ground and made my opinion known all the way till the end. I wore a t-shirt that called a ton of attention to myself (something that I HATE), and I did it to prove that I had a voice. I did it to prove that it's OK to have an opinion in high school even if you aren't a cheerleader or an SBO. I did it to prove to myself that I was brave enough to stand up for myself and what I believe or feel.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what changed my life forever.

I've drawn on the confidence that I gained in those last few months of high school, over and over again. I still falter. I still get scared and stay quiet. But I know that I can look back on this and tell myself,

"Hey, you did that and you survived. You are stronger than you realize. You can stand up for anything."

I know this example might seem odd or even silly to many of you. And that's OK. What matters is the lesson I learned and the confidence I gained. It truly changed my life!


Do YOU have a thing that happened in high school that changed your life forever? I'd LOVE to hear about it! And maybe even have you write a guest post for my blog! Comment or message me :)

The right question

Note to self: 

You finally found a pet peeve that's more than just "bad drivers" or "popping knuckles" . . .

This is why asking me, "When are you planning on having kids?" is better than saying, "Don't have kids yet." And why "What are your plans for the future?" is even better. 

Being married is different than I expected in a lot of ways. Seriously, where's the handbook for this? But I thought I could expect one thing: everyone always asking me when we're going to have kids. 

That's what everyone always tells you to prepare for! I can't count the number of times I heard things like: "Just wait till you get married! You'll have everyone constantly asking you when you're going to have kids. It's the worst!" 

Well, it hasn't been quite like that. At least not for me. 

The majority of people who even bring up the topic of babies and children with me say something more along the lines of: 

"Don't have kids yet."

"Wait."

"You're not pregnant yet? That's so good!"

And, if I'm being honest, that's actually the worst. 

I feel like people kept getting so mad at others asking when they were going to have kids that all of society turned and now everyone thinks telling people not to have kids is the way to go. 

I kind of hate it. I know that some people are doing it because they just want to give advice that they wished they had received. Maybe they had kids super soon and regret not waiting longer. That's totally fine! But when we have kids is a choice that should be made only by my husband and I . . . and really you have no say in it. And if you tell me "don't have kids yet" I'm probably going to change the conversation because I'm super peeved but I know how to act civilized haha. 

SO. Here's why I would much rather you just ask when we're planning on having kids: 

When you ask something along the lines of, "When are you planning to have kids?", it opens up a conversation in which you acknowledge that this is our choice. It shows that you don't assume you know what's best for my family (which is exactly what it sounds like when someone tells me not to have kids yet). It lets me or my husband speak for ourselves. Honestly, making plans is one of my favorite things, and I have no problem talking through life plans with people. I think it's fun to share passions and ambitions and goals with friends! I won't be upset with you and think you're nosey (even though we're all nosey sometimes) and I won't tell you to mind your own business. I'll talk with you about the thoughts I have about bringing children into this world, like an adult. 

While asking me "when" is infinitely better than telling me "don't," asking "what" (as in "what are your plans") is even better. 

When you ask me "when" we're planning to have kids, you assume that we want to have kids (which, let's be real, there's a part of me that wanted a baby, like, yesterday) but not everyone plans to have kids! And that is their choice. That is OK. 

This is also a better question because it leaves it up to them whether they want to bring up having children or not. They may choose to tell you about career plans or buying a house or traveling . . . and if they don't bring up kids, you can respect it. This kind of question lets them tell you about the parts of their life that they think are important, instead of responding to the questions that someone else thinks are important. 

So, what I'm suggesting is that we stop telling people not to have kids and even stop asking when people plan to have kids. Instead, we should start asking people about their plans for the future. No assumptions. Just an open question that, I think, will open up amazing conversations. Conversations in which you learn so much about the other person. Where you can hear them talk about their passions, goals, and ambitions and see them light up. These are the kinds of conversations that we should be having with friends and family. To me, this is the right question. 

Maybe I'm an anomaly. Maybe I'm the only one who is peeved by this. If so, this is probably going to be an unpopular post! Haha. But I think this is important, so I decided to share it with all of you. 

And, for those of you who are now dying to ask me about kids or plans or anything of the sort, this is the only family I need right now :)  

(Apparently I'm throwing it back to Christmas because getting good pictures of all of us is near impossible haha)

But feel free to ask me about the future, anyway! I'd love to talk about life with you! :) 

Also, if you have any thoughts about this topic, I'd love to hear them! Comment below or shoot me an email! :)

This is why

Note to Self: 

This is one of the many reasons you've chosen him every day until now and will continue to choose him every day to come. 

Sometimes I sit and wonder how my husband and I ever came to be. I wonder this because if you knew us separately, you would wonder the same thing. Not because we don't make a good couple, but because we are quite different in a lot of ways.

I've had my whole life 'planned out' since the time I learned to think that far ahead, while Stefen loves spontaneity. I am the epitome of an overly anxious individual, while Stefen has this care-free, fun-loving personality. I'm a perfectionist (too much so) and he knows the value of making mistakes. I hate peanut butter and he loves it (gross). These are just a few of the differences we have, but it's the next one that I have been thinking about lately.

When the photographer says, "Pretend like I'm not here and just be yourselves," I look at him for ideas because I want the picture to be perfect . . . and without hesitation he tries to eat my whole face.

This is one of the many reasons why I choose him. Every day.

Because he brings out the silly in me. Because he cuts through the walls I've built. Because he knows how to make me laugh when that's the farthest thing on my mind. Because he never stops being himself. Because every day with him is an adventure that I never could have seen coming. Because, no matter what, I know that I can count on him.

He's a goofball, but he's my goofball. And while a previous self may have cringed at the thought of marrying someone who wasn't as 'serious' as I pretend to be, he is everything I need. I am so blessed to be his wife!

A New Me

Note to Self:

You did it. 

Oy. If there's one thing I have a hard time doing, it's making friends. If you're my friend, you might not believe it. It is so true, though. 

I am unbearably shy. If you don't talk to me first, there is a 99% chance that I won't strike up a conversation (this goes for new people, not friends that I already have). I am terrified of being surrounded by people I don't know. Not because people, themselves, scare me. Not because I hate people. It's because I'm too scared to talk to any one of them. 

If you know me personally, or consider yourself a friend of mine, think about how we first met and got to know each other. I almost guarantee that you were the one to initiate the conversation. 

This goes for anyone who has come into my life at any time. Once you're my friend, I will absolutely talk to you. When people get to know me, they swear that I am the farthest thing from shy. And I'm not shy around my friends. I'm still more reserved than some of them, but I try haha 

By the time I graduated high school I had accumulated an amazing group of friends. Some of them I had been friends with since Jr. High. Others I met my senior year. Ultimately, they were everything I needed. As my senior year came to an end I realized that I would likely never see a lot of these people again. I knew some would stick around and we'd keep in touch, but we were all going in different directions. I knew that once I got to college I would have to, in a sense, start over. 

For this reason, college has been extremely difficult for me. 

My first semester at Weber State I had the amazing opportunity to live with amazing roommates. What a blessing that was.  These girls saved me that first semester. My entire outlook on college would have been much different without these three girls. While I heard many horror stories about roommates in college, I was lucky to be put with amazing girls and we all became great friends. After that first year, they all went off to do their own things in new places. I knew that I would have to find new friends again at college. 

I started that next semester freaking out. The start of every semester is the same for me. I know I'll have all new classes with all new people. It's nothing like high school, where you've grown up with these kids and know many (if not all) of them by name. Every semester I wonder if I'll have the courage to talk to someone and make a friend or if I'll be lucky enough to have someone befriend me. That next semester was really hard. I got to know a couple people in my classes and we'd chat in class a bit. It was nothing much more than that, though.

It's so strange . . . to be lonely but to be too scared to do anything about it. It's terrible, really.

That's why every semester starts out with anxiety. Not so much anxiety about the difficult semester ahead (though it is always difficult) . . . it's filled with anxiety rooted in my shy personality and my longing to make friends in my classes so I don't feel alone.

I expected this semester to be no different. I expected the anxiety, the rapid heart rate, and the shallow breaths . . . all of it. By today I have been to each of my classes once . . . and I realized today that I didn't have any of those feelings in any of my five classes. NOT ONCE. Not only did I not have any of those anxious feelings, but I TALKED to people! On my own! I talked to them first and started the conversations! Some of my classes have people I've met before, but I talked to NEW people as well. I started building relationships with these people! I am all too serious when I say that words cannot describe the relief and happiness I feel right now.

I've posted before about how I've been working to manage my anxiety, but this is something completely different. This is a problem I've been struggling with for my ENTIRE life. Something that may seem so simple to some, has been the reason for many fears and countless tears for me.

But I did it.

I've been crying as I've written this post . . . tears of the purest joy. These are things I never thought I would be able to say.

I still consider myself to be shy. But this, to me, is my first big step into the right direction. The direction that will help me take control of this aspect of myself and not allow it to hold me back as it has throughout my life.

This is the first step to a new me.

** I have made friends while at college and I consider you all friends still. I still consider my friends from high school friends as well. You all mean the world to me. This post isn't about not having you as friends anymore! It's about not needing (in an unhealthy way) people like you, who go out of your way to be friends with me . . . and being able to be the one to initiate more friendships. I hope that makes sense! 

One Little Word - 2016

Note to Self: 

One little word is much easier to focus on than a list of resolutions . . .

A few years ago I cam across a blog post by Ali Edwards about One Little Word. 

"A single word can be a powerful thing. It can be the ripple in the pond that changes everything. It can be sharp and biting or rich and soft and slow. From my own personal experience, it can be a catalyst for enriching your life. In 2006, I began a tradition of choosing one word for myself each January--a word that I can focus on, meditate on, and reflect upon as I go about my daily life. My words have included play, peace, vitality, nurture, story, light and up. These words have each become a part of my life in one way or another. They've been embedded into who I am, and into who I'm becoming. They've been what I've needed (and didn't know I needed). They've helped me to breathe deeper, to see clearer and to grow." - Ali Edwards

I gave it a shot back in 2013 with the word 'courage' and it was an amazing experience. (Read more about it here: http://notetoselfcollection.blogspot.com/2013/12/courage.html)

Then in 2014 I chose to focus on the word 'commit.' It turns out that I didn't write about my experiences with that word . . . at least not on the blog. But that did turn out to be the year I made the biggest commitment of my life when I married my sweet husband. 

Last year got away from me (who knew marriage was such an adventure?)! So no little word followed me around in 2015.

This year, though, I want to start it up again. I am a few days into 2016 already, but it took me a while to decide on my word for this year. I started with words like 'adventure' and 'inspire'. . . even thinking of words like 'challenge' and 'positive.' Eventually, though, I decided that the one that stuck out the most is: 

Believe is such a beautiful word and I am so excited to focus on it throughout 2016. 

As I've learned in only the two years that I've chosen one little word, I have only the tiniest idea what this word could mean for me this year. I know that as I ponder and reflect on this word, it will become a part of my life in more ways than I could count. 

As of now, though, I will share the ideas I have for this word. To believe means to 'accept as true' and that is so powerful to me because if something is true it is a fact. The concept seems simple and obvious . . . but I think it's amazing. This year I want to focus on this. 

I want this to be the year I believe in myself and my potential. The saying goes: if you believe in yourself, you're halfway there. I believe it's more than halfway . . . possibly as much as 70/30. Our thoughts and beliefs are so powerful. If you believe in yourself, you can accomplish anything you work towards. I know that is true. Because I believe that our God would not make anything impossible for us. That being said, I also believe that He would make things impossible for us to do alone, without Him. Part of the reason we are here on this earth is to learn to turn towards God in all things. On that note, I want this to also be the year that I truly believe in God in all ways: believe that he has the upper hand, believe in his plan for me and my family, believe that he is all-knowing, believe that he wants me to succeed and will help me to do so. 

I have a lot of big things coming in 2016. The thought of all of them brings my anxiety right to the surface. What helps me to get through it is to believe in myself and believe in God. 

I know that 2016 has great things in store, but I know that it will be difficult . . . but it will be worth it. This year I'm going to believe in myself and my potential. I'm going to believe in God and his plan for me. I'm going to believe in my family. I'm going to believe in my business and my education. I am so excited for this year!

As I said, I'm sure I have only the smallest idea of what 'believe' will mean to me by the end of 2016 . . . but I do know that this is the word I am supposed to focus on this year. I know that it will get me through the hard times and over the hills that I will have to climb. 

Have you ever done One Little word? Would you like to join me this year? I'd love to hear what your words are and your experiences with them!