I’m not much of weekend poster. I try to reserve this time for my family, but everyone is sick and laying down. I swear once one of us gets better, the next one gets sick. It’s like a germ filled game of musical chairs.

While I was sipping at my coffee this morning, I was dreading working out and eating a healthy breakfast. I just want toast and cold medicine to soothe my achey soul. That’s when it hit me. I love myself, and skipping a workout won’t make me feel any less like it used it to. It also dawned on me that even though we are sick and my husband works a lot of overtime, I should be positive. So many good things are coming.

The new year doesn’t always bring about the instantaneous change, like I daydream about. That doesn’t mean that things won’t turn around when they are going in an unfavorable way though.

I know it’s cliche to say, chin up, because it’ll get better. It’s really very true, so I’m determined to get out of my sick funk. I’m feeling a little better, and my kids are slowly feeling better too. It’s just a rough patch. Everyone has rough patches.

We are supposed to get some type of snow storm this weekend. I’m two parts excited and one part nervous- I hope there’s no ice like they said there could be. I’m just sitting here with my coffee trying to tally up the things that I should smile about.

  • We are through the worst parts of our cold.
  • We all love snow.
  • We have the groceries we need, so we shouldn’t have to go out.
  • My husband is working overtime, and that means more money.
  • We have a bunch of birthdays coming up.
  • My grandma has surgery to remove as much of her cancer as possible, and we will be getting more answers on a diagnosis.

There’s just a lot of things that are coming our way, and there’s a bigger positive side than a negative one. So, why not look at the good rather than the bad? I swear coffee gives me wisdom, annoyingly peppy or not, it makes me happy. I’ve had so many positive thoughts and affirmations come my way on this cold afternoon.

There’s A Lot to Smile About!

Working out doesn’t make me love my body. Working out shows me the strength that I’m capable of. I love my body as is, and working out is just a way to be a better and healthier version of myself.

I used to workout or diet as a punishment. It was a branch of my eating disorder. I would essentially go until I was hurting. Now, I’m healthy, and I love my body for all of my curves. I don’t look in the mirror in cry anymore.

My beautiful daughter will be 2 years old in a month, and she’s the perfect blend of me and her father. She’s healthy, smart, and growing up well.

I’m not a braggy mom, but let me just brag a second. My kids aren’t perfect. No one’s are, but my kids are the greatest source of happiness in my life. I’m so proud of the people they are growing into. My daughter hasn’t had any health issues and is learning at a brilliant rate. I’m so proud and lucky to be their mother.

I’m turning 28 years old, and I finally became the woman I wanted to be. I’m happy with my self, and I’m so lucky to be surrounded by an incredible family and support system. I also look pretty damn good for my age.

I spent my teen years trying to copy other people’s happiness. I thought I needed a certain type of relationship. I thought I needed to look a certain way. Turns out, I just needed to figure out what made me happy. I can’t say I don’t completely care what people think, but for the most part, I don’t really care what they think. I found happiness my way.

My family is in a good place. We have a wonderful home. My husband loves his job, and it’s a place he can work until he retires. We have everything we need, plus love.

The biggest thing I remind myself when I’m feeling down is that I have everything I need. Sure, I’d love to hit the lottery and wipe away debt and spoil my kids and husband with a ridiculous amount of fun stuff. But, realistically, we have everything we need. We are full of love, and that’s all I could have hoped for when I started my family.

I’m Okay with Cheesy.

This post is almost too twinkles and rainbows for even me, but the point is that I have so much to be thankful for. It’s crazy that drinking coffee and mulling over my grumpy thoughts this morning has turned into a positive afternoon. It’s not always easy for me to pull myself out of those low moments, but I think I’m going to thank my coffee.

Have you ever had coffee talks with yourself?

Is the new year going the way you’d like?

What are some of the positive ways you look at things?

Hope everyone has a wonderful day.

Written by

Jenni

I'm a wife and stay at home mom. I'm not a domestic goddess but more like a demi-goddess, because I don't have super strength or multiple arms. I have two hands and just try to drink my coffee and conquers the momdays.