{"id":7530,"date":"2012-03-01T09:09:05","date_gmt":"2012-03-01T14:09:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=7530"},"modified":"2020-11-10T17:00:25","modified_gmt":"2020-11-10T22:00:25","slug":"a-new-month","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2012\/03\/01\/a-new-month\/","title":{"rendered":"A new month"},"content":{"rendered":"

Every time I post a depressing blog post my mom calls me to see if I am ok. She tells me that my dad is worried or sad for me.<\/p>\n

Don’t worry Dad, I am fine. Well I’m going crazy. But I’m fine. And why did you sell the mowers? Gonna sell the farm and move to North Carolina?<\/p>\n

I always hesitate to post sad posts, and I was especially kicking myself when Andy came home and pulled it up on the computer and left it open and then Austin sat down and read it. Not that I am trying to hide anything, but I sorta wanted my 14 year old to think I am the strong one here. He’s the one that had to move in 8th grade and leave behind all his friends and the only house he has really ever known. He doesn’t need to see his mom having a moment.<\/p>\n

But he did. And that’s life.<\/p>\n

And like most of you said- it’s good to take a moment. It makes you realize that it’s ok to be sad, mad, frustrated- all rolled up in one giant ball. It’s good to keep it real. Life is not always easy. But the bad times makes you really appreciate the good.<\/p>\n

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And of course things aren’t ALL bad. Most things are good. Like the girly finding other “toys” to play with since hers are all in storage. And the dog hair and food on her face. What’s not good about that?<\/p>\n

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It’s a new month. We have made it through that dreaded February month that I hate. It’s supposed to be 80 degrees today and the girly and I are gonna find a park and spend it outside.<\/p>\n

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Taking a moment to feel sad seems to make sense these days. So many things have happened in the last month to feel sad about- giving up my old house, a suicide, a school shooting, a tornado. It’s good to process it, feel bad about it, and then dry my eyes and move forward.<\/p>\n

Keep swimming.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Every time I post a depressing blog post my mom calls me to see if I am ok. She tells me that my dad is worried or sad for me. Don’t worry Dad, I am fine. Well I’m going crazy. But I’m fine. And why did you sell the mowers? Gonna sell the farm and move to North Carolina? I always hesitate to post sad posts, and I was especially kicking myself when Andy came home and pulled it up on the computer and left it open and then Austin sat down and read it. Not that I am trying to hide anything, but I sorta wanted my 14 year old to think I am the strong one here. He’s the one that had to move in 8th grade and leave behind all his friends and the only house he has really ever known. He doesn’t need to see his mom having a moment. But he did. And that’s life. And like most of you said- it’s good to take a moment. It makes you realize that it’s ok to be sad, mad, frustrated- all rolled up in one giant ball. It’s good to keep it real. Life is not always easy. But the bad times makes you really appreciate the good. And of course things aren’t ALL bad. Most things are good. Like the girly finding other “toys” to play with since hers are all in storage. And the dog hair and food on her face. What’s not good about that? It’s a new month. We have made it through that dreaded February month that I hate. It’s supposed to be 80 degrees today and the girly and I are gonna find a park and spend it outside. Taking a moment to feel sad seems to make sense these days. So many things have happened in the last month to feel sad about- giving up my old house, a suicide, a school shooting, a tornado. It’s good to process it, feel bad about it, and then dry my eyes and move forward. Keep swimming.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":7531,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7530","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-life"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/03\/IMG_8551copy.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7530","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7530"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7530\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17947,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7530\/revisions\/17947"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/7531"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7530"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7530"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7530"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}