For several years now, I've been following a total stranger on Instagram who reminds me a lot of my younger self. I've wanted to reach out to her for a while - she's a former health coach who posts somewhat regularly about some of the struggles she's having in her career, but I've always held back so as not to be the total creeper that messages strangers on the internet. I finally decided to throw my ego to the side for a minute and reached out to her this weekend when one of her posts mentioned she was having a hard time trusting herself after making the decision to step away from her career in coaching.
I made a video detailing my glass cleaner, house cleaner and wood cleaner recipes and a few other pearls of wisdom for anyone looking to find a few more holistic remedies for colds, dry skin, temporary pain and more.
It all started when Ben and I moved into together. We chose an older house - I mean literally an entire century old - and there were only two extremely tiny closets for both of us to wedge all of our clothing into. Ben made no sacrifices - he hung up his suits two inches apart in his closet and put the rest of his stuff on clothing racks in our bedroom - but I couldn't stand the clutter. The idea of having one more clothing rack in our house filled me with angst and I just wanted all of the stuff out.
The election happened less than three months after I gave birth to our daughter, so it's hard to tell why I still feel that "rug pulled out from under me" feeling. Is it life postpartum, or is it the president?
It hasn't escaped me that the last time I wrote to you was when I met my lifelong hero, Michael Bolton, at the end of May. Here we are in mid-July and so much has happened since then, I don't even know where to begin. Besides not knowing where to start, I haven't really wanted to. I've been blogging for nearly seven years, and it's taken me about that long to understand that life has to "happen" before you can really write about it. Right now, it's all happening.
You guys, I need your attention for a minute. There's a reason why I'm sharing this photo of myself, hunched over and somewhere between smiling so hard my face falls off and falling on the ground. It's about me and Michael Bolton, and it's very, very important.
Laura is a personal essayist, creative business owner, loving wife to her beshert (that's Hebrew for soulmate) and mother to their beautiful daughter, Selma Baines Rose. A young Jewish Mother, she has no qualms about telling parenthood like it is. Click here to read more.