Cosmic Wisdom

Yesterday, I celebrated my 24th birthday.

I feel like, being just one year shy of a quarter of a century old, I should have some sort of cosmic wisdom to impart on people, particularly people who are younger than me. I feel like there are so many things that I’ve learned in my 24 years of life, but I can’t seem to nail it down into a single cohesive set of wisdom at all.

I do know a few things. I know that there are times that I don’t remember my own name, but I can remember the Hanson hits that came out when I was in elementary school.

I know that I never fully understood unconditional love until I had a child.

I know that while many relationships will fail, and some may even be harmful, but you can learn from each and every one.

I know that I’d rather do something I love and be happy than be miserable doing something I hate.

I know that it’s in the harder times that you learn who is truly there for you.

I know that an amazing support system can work wonders, and without one, it’s sometimes hard to get by.

I know that there are so many things I don’t know yet.

 

I know there are so many things that I have yet to learn. For now, I’m going to keep enjoying every moment.

An Advent Update

Last week, I showed off our fun Advent calendar made of little boxes with clues that led to a scavenger hunt for the night’s activity. We have been having so much fun with our advent activities, and I have some fun pictures of a few of our favorite activities together this week!

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Jeffrey had the honor of getting to read our Advent activity clues for most of this week. It’s always fun to see the excitement as everyone races to figure out or find what the activity is for the night!

The very first night of advent activities, we made paper snowflakes to hang from the ceiling of our sunroom. Because we’ve had some relatively snow-free winters the past couple of years, it only seemed right to make some snow of our own.

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Nicolas, our student staying with us from Bolivia, had his very first chance to make paper snowflakes— ever! It was so fun to see the excitement on his face as he worked on his snowflake, shaping it and making it unique.

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Zach decided playing in his kitchen cabinet was much more exciting than snowflakes, but Jeffrey had a lot of fun using shaped scissors to create a totally new effect!

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Even Dad got in on the snowflake fun!

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Later in the week, we tried a different activity, which was another repeat from last year’s favorites. We decided to make snowmen out of pancakes! In addition to the pancakes, there were various toppings like bacon, red hots, chocolate chips and white chocolate chips, syrup, chocolate syrup, caramel syrup, Andes baking bits, fresh bananas, and more.

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I decided to use the bacon as a scarf for my snowman. I forgot to give him arms…

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Dad decided to make the bacon arms for his snowman… dad also usually gets stuck with any slightly over-done pancakes…

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Jeffrey used Jet-Puffed Mallow Bits as snow on his snowman. For the record, the bacon that the top is not a hat… it’s a unibrow.

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Nicolas decided to do the (near) impossible and make a standing snowman!

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It worked!

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We’ve had a blast with our advent activities so far, and we can’t wait to continue on in the days leading up until Christmas.

Advent is here!

I am so excited that it’s finally December. Maybe it’s because I was born in December, or maybe I just love the season, but I literally love everything about December. I love the lights, I love the smells, I love the Christmas foods, I love literally everything about it.

One of my favorite parts is a tradition that our family started last year. Because the holidays can be such a busy time, we added in some time to connect with each other on a daily basis with a fun activity to do each night. We called it our “family advent calendar,” and last year, it began as a simple paper chain with an activity written on each one.

When brainstorming calendars, I came up with tons of ideas, but I finally settled on this one:

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I hand-made the little matchboxes, which I had designed using this adorable digital scrapbooking kit from Mari Koegelenberg called 12 Days of Christmas. I punched it up by typing my numbers using the font “Pacifico.”

After making the advent boxes, which took me about an hour to design and then another two hours to print, cut, fold, and glue together, I wrote out clues for each of our activities to put in our boxes.

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Sometimes, the clues would be clear about the activity, saying “We’re going to see Santa. Get dressed and head to the car!” but most of the slips just had a clue that was vague and led the family somewhere else.

For example, one slip of paper tells the family to listen to the phone messages to hear their clue. At that point, I will have called the home phone and left the actual activity plan via voice mail. The activity for the night? Using the phone to call distant relatives and sing Christmas carols!

The only rules are that the entire family must participate in each activity, and that we do one activity each night leading up to Christmas.

Because there are so many parties, activities, and opportunities for the family to be going a million different directions during the month of December, we have to be more intentional about making time to connect. It seems like this is truly the most busy time of year, and if we aren’t intentional about it, it’s easy to lose sight of family time amidst the travels from this party to this event to this cookie exchange to this store to buy gifts. It gives us the opportunity to connect, sometimes for 10 minutes, sometimes for 3 hours, every single day leading up to Christmas.

 

As I mentioned above, I considered several other ideas for advent calendars. I really liked this clue-based system where each night was like a mini scavenger hunt, so I went with it this year. I also needed something that was small, and able to be moved out of Zach’s reach, so we chose it over some of the more space-intensive calendars. Here are some other ideas:

-Get a shoe organizer with 24 pockets. Put one item that represents the activity that night in each pocket, with a card detailing the activity. For example, put cookie cutters in if you’re decorating cutout cookies. Put Santa hats in if you’re taking pictures wearing Santa hats.

-A paper chain with the activity written on each one. Last year, we did this one, and it was convenient and fun, but we wanted to shake it up this year.

-Notes hung on a Christmas tree featuring the notes. This one was appealing, but with Zach being so young, we opted out of having a tree this year. It posed too much of a hazard for his busy little climbing skills, and we don’t like shutting him out of any room of the house.

-In a similar idea as the shoe organizer, you could find 24 boxes, put the item inside, wrap it, number it, and put it under the tree, with the activity to be unwrapped each night. We considered this, even without the tree, but it meant that some items we use frequently would be wrapped up and unreachable until we got to that day.

-Find a 24-pocket muffin tin, fill each little hole with a note stating that night’s activity, and then cover each pocket with a square magnet featuring that night’s number. This idea was really cool, but again, I don’t have an extra muffin tin, and I didn’t want to go to the expense of buying a new one this year. I may pick one up in an after-Christmas sale since bakeware tends to go on sale from some stores post-Christmas baking.

There are literally hundreds of ideas out there, both for calendars and for activities to include. Just typing in “advent” on Pinterest brings up a ton. In fact, there are plenty that take no time at all, so you could decide to start the activities today and have a calendar ready by this evening before you start… it’s not too late, even though it’s the first, to get a jump start on the advent season.

Need an idea for tonight? We will be making paper snowflakes!

 

Are you doing an advent calendar this year? Share a picture or tell me all about it in the comments below!

Absentee

I know, I haven’t been very present lately here on the blog. A lot has been going on. Some of it, I’m still not ready to talk about, and that will definitely come with time.

My grandfather passed away after his struggle with cholangiocarcinoma. The emotion is still very raw and very present, and I know that I’ll soon be ready to share more about him with you guys, but for now, it’s a pain I’m keeping very close to my heart. I’m not ready to share it.

We traveled to his funeral during my cookie exchange series, and returned home that Friday. It seemed like we were only home for a matter of minutes before we turned around and left the following Wednesday to head out of town for Thanksgiving, which was an amazing opportunity to see family that we don’t get to share time with very often. Saturday night, we went to Branson and saw easily the best show I’ve seen there… ever. I can’t wait to tell you all about it. Following the show, we returned home.

Sunday meant playing catch-up, like going to the grocery store, planning the meals for the week, and beginning to unpack from our rapid-fire trips. It meant getting ready for the weeks leading up to Christmas and the advent season, and it meant preparing to get back in the swing of school.

I’m not prepared with posts right now.

I know, I’m a terrible blogger.

I had intended to get a lot accomplished, but Thanksgiving kind of snuck up on me after my grandfather’s funeral. It’s hard to get work done when things like that are still looming over me, and it’s also hard to bring you guys cool crafts, awesome school ideas, and delicious recipes from the backseat of a car, isn’t it?

Never fear. I’m back. I’m better than I was before. And I have a lot of really cool stuff to tell you guys.

Just give me a few days to unpack my brain and get back in the swing of things, k?

A Break from the Kitchen: A Trip to a New Park!

Lately, I have been in the kitchen a lot. Between some posts I’ve recently shared to a few that are upcoming, it’s been busy around here! That’s why it’s so nice when we get a break from the kitchen, both in terms of me working on new recipes and in terms of schoolwork, and head out of the house to have some fun. It was made even more perfect by an announcement on a nearby city’s parks and rec page that showed a brand new park.

This park had so many cool features, with this awesome rock wall being the first part that Jeffrey ran to.

Natural-looking rock formations for climbing and crawling through, stepping stone-style logs and toadstools, and a slide and climbing section really added to the fun, and they all allowed for some great photos of my favorite boys.

I so rarely get to share fun photos of my family that I really wanted to take this opportunity to share these photos with you!

Isn’t Zach just the cutest?

He’s even perfect in black and white! Look at those little curls!

To speed up the editing process with some of these, I used some actions from the Coffeeshop Blog and edited them to my liking. I love how her actions make editing go a lot more quickly, and can help me get through those step-by-step items without having to work quite so long at it. If you have Photoshop or PSE, definitely check out Coffeeshop’s blog and see all of the amazing actions she has! My favorite is Perfect Portrait 3… it’s so easy to customize it to my own tastes! And the best part? They’re all free. She just asks for a donation if you love her stuff. How awesome is she?

That orange thing there? It spins! That way you can stand on it and spin around and around until you feel sick.

I simply can’t pick a favorite picture out of this set… but I think the one above comes pretty close to favorite.

Of course, I love these adorable photos that feature both Jeffrey and Zach… seeing my two favorite boys together is the best!

Grandma helped Zach climb across the toadstools and rock.

I am so sad that none of the photos I took of Zach climbing the stairs to the slide turned out… he had so much fun climbing up the stairs, but as you can see by this photo, he wasn’t a fan of going back down the slide again… He’d scream all the way down the slide, then immediately crawl over to climb the stairs again.

Jeffrey had some fun standing on top of the rock formations as though he was the king of the mountain!

He even did a crazy-awesome superhero pose!

I also edited this really cool picture. I know it can use some work– it’s my first time trying an edit like this. I loved how much of their movement it captured while they played on the equipment.

 

If you’re ever in the Olathe area, you have to check out this brand new park not far from Ernie Miller Nature Park. It’s over at Harold and Iowa streets! It was plenty of fun for our kids from 16 months to 12 years!

I am a Martha

I have a confession to make. The people closest to me, well, they already know how true this is.

I am a total Martha.

All it takes is a quick flip through the New Testament and it’s clear to me, and pretty much everyone around me, that this is the case.

And on the surface, see, being a Martha doesn’t seem that bad. Martha seems like she has it together. She is the one who prepares the food and takes care of everything and gets it all in order. She serves in the sense that she’s doing a lot of the legwork trying to make sure that things are picked up and that everything tastes good. To me, a living embodiment of what Martha might have been like is to compare her to another famous Martha… Martha Stewart. She’s someone who can do it all– she can cook, she can clean, and boy, does she know how to use a hot glue gun.

That appeals to me.

It may have been most clear the time that I was hand painting fondant bubbles for my son’s birthday cake at 3am the night before his party. It might have been clear the time that I did and re-did the stitches on the voodoo dolls that only made a brief appearance on my blog. Perhaps it was clear when I was standing outside next to card tables trying to photograph my fall foods in just the right light, because anything else would have just not been perfect.

Perfection. It’s a funny thing.

As much as I know that my Martha tendencies can be a good thing, because hey, I always seem pretty put together when I bring exactly the right treat to the exchange meeting or have exactly the right table decorations when my guests arrive for a party, it’s also a bad thing.

There are good reasons that Mary was the favored one, the one the Bible seemed to show in a better light.

Martha, like me, missed a lot. She was so busy working through the details, making sure that the icing was just right on the cupcakes (figuratively. That may have been me and not the actual Martha. I’m pretty sure cupcakes weren’t all the rage 2000-ish years ago. I could be wrong, though), that she totally missed out on the opportunity to sit at Jesus’s feet.

 

Wow.

 

I was recently reading an article talking about Mary and Martha. The thing that stood out to me most was this:

“You are worried or distracted by many things. Frazzled. Running around like a chicken with your head cut off. You know what I am talking about. There’s a lot to do and it ALL seems to be a high priority. Jesus told Martha that she was worried and distracted by many things but that Mary had focused on the one necessary thing—sitting at Jesus’ feet. So when you begin to feel frazzled, stop  and take a deep breath. Ask yourself if you’ve done the one thing that was really necessary today. Did you sit at Jesus’ feet?”

Ouch.

And the thing is, despite the fact that I recognize that being a Martha can sometimes interfere with my Christian journey, my time with Jesus, it’s unlikely to change. Even the real Martha hadn’t changed a bit all three times we saw her in the Gospels. She was still running around trying to get it all done instead of being still, and spending time with God.

Sometimes, like the article said, I’m spending too much time in the kitchen and not enough time lavishing worship at Jesus’ feet.

 

I know I’m probably not going to completely change that behavior, especially not anytime soon. But I do recognize that I need to take time to worship. I recognize that I need to just spend time listening to what God has to say instead of interjecting my own perfectionist thoughts into the conversation.

God deserves more from me than a perfect meal. And, even though I can serve others, and serve God, through my baking or my party-throwing skills… it’s just not enough on it’s own.

So, I’m trying. I’m trying to put it in God’s hands and take more time to be a Mary instead of a Martha. I won’t change overnight. Most likely, I won’t change over time. I will probably always lean more towards being a Martha. Luckily, Jesus, in saying “Martha, Martha,” loves me as I am, too, with the hope that I’ll learn to spend a little less time on the “important” stuff and make more time for the really important stuff.

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Are you a Mary or a Martha? Sound off in the comments below!

 

Spooky Sparkle Vanilla Fudge

Not very long ago, I saw a delicious-looking post on The Land of Swoo with a recipe for Glitter Fudge from Pizzazzerie.

I just had to try it! It looked so…. sparkly! And pretty! And pink!

But I wanted to find a way to make it work for my Halloween party, and luckily, I did. I decided against using Disco Dust because the idea of plastic edible glitter doesn’t totally appeal to me; instead, I used some yummy sugar sprinkles from Wilton!

Start by beating half a block of cream cheese until it’s light and fluffy. Gradually add 3 cups of powdered sugar mixed with 1/4 teaspoon of salt while stirring. Melt a package of Black Wilton Candy melts, then add a teaspoon of vanilla extract and a teaspoon of butter extract.

From there, I noticed that my fudge was a lighter purple, so I opted to add in a little bit of black food coloring– Wilton or Americolor gel colors work really well.

Line a 9×9 pan with foil, and then press the fudge mixture into the pan. Sprinkle on Wilton Red Sugar sprinkles and press gently into the fudge, then refrigerate for an hour until the fudge is firm.

Cut it into triangles, squares, or other fun shapes using a knife or cookie cutter.

It helps if you have expert help in the kitchen for this one.

Black Sparkle Fudge
Adapted from Swoozie’s Glitter Party Fudge from Pizzazzerie.

4 oz. Philadelphia Cream Cheese
3 C. powdered sugar
¼ tsp. salt
1 package Black Wilton candy melts
1 tsp. vanilla
1 tsp. butter flavor
Red Wilton Sugar Sprinkles

Beat cream cheese until it’s light and fluffy. Gradually add powdered sugar and salt as you continue to beat. Melt Wilton candy melts, stir in extracts, and add candy melts into powdered sugar mixture. Line 9×9 pan with foil. If desired, add Wilton food coloring gel to get a deeper black color. Fudge may be a lighter purple-grey without added color. Press fudge mixture into pan. Gently press Wilton sugar sprinkles into fudge. Refrigerate until firm, at least one hour. Lift out of pan using foil, then cut into triangles or other fun shapes.

Chocolate, Conversation, and Connectedness

Last year, I started attending a new church. My old church was pretty small, so to attend a bigger church with a more active women’s ministry was a huge difference from what I was involved in before.

Last night, I had the awesome opportunity to attend one of their really fun activities… a Chocolate and Pajama party! I was actually pretty hesitant. Even though I’ve been at the church for a year, I didn’t really know very many people, especially in the women’s ministry. I did have one friend who offered to drive me, and honestly, that was the best thing, because otherwise I would have probably stayed home (purely out of nerves– I’m not good at meeting new people!)

However, what better event for nervous me to go to than a chocolate and pajama party! You can’t get a more laid back gathering, and it was so easy to connect to the small group that was there. Ten ladies showed up, and honestly, hilarity ensued.

As chocolate flowed, inhibitions left the building, and we all connected over a wild M&M game. You took a random amount of M&Ms, not concerned about which you were taking. For certain colors, you’d have to say a certain number of things about it… for example, for the first round, you had to list one hobby you had for each red M&M you happened to take in your handful. For yellow, it was favorite movies, and for orange, favorite places to go. For brown, though, that’s when things got crazy.

We each had to share an embarrassing moment with the group.

I won’t betray the trust of any of the ladies there, but let’s just say we all had some interesting… and a little crazy!… embarrassing moments and fun stories to share.

The evening was great because it kind of eased into things for me. I started off getting to know the ladies on a mild level, by sharing favorite hobbies and realizing I had a lot more in common with many of these ladies than I had initially realized. As the evening went on, I started to get to know these ladies, many of whom I had just met for the first time, on a much deeper level, sharing some of the things that made us almost feel at our weakest due to our embarrassment.

This morning, church was an entirely different place. In past weeks, I had been feeling disconnected. Not because of what anyone else had done, but because I had built walls around myself. I realized a lot of pain and hurt was still there from past experiences at church (not this new church). I had built walls, wondering what people would think of me, if they would judge me, and thinking that no one was connecting with me, when in reality, I wasn’t making time to connect with them.

After last night, I was in an entirely new mindset. Women that I would kind of psych myself out of talking to previously were now women I connected with and had things in common with, all thanks to a handful of colorful chocolate candies.

This morning, it seemed like more people than ever took time to say hello to me, ask me how I was doing, even people who hadn’t attended the event the night before. My mother made a point to note that it was really about the same number of people who talked to me… I just actually let my guard down and started noticing the connection personally.

As my pastor starts a new series on connectedness this week, and as small groups are starting up in full force and we are working on feeling more connected as a church, I am going into it feeling more connected than ever to my new church friends. I feel open to the experience, and that’s not something I’ve felt in a very long time.

I think a few days away from the computer have helped me. My laptop is still on order, and of course, as soon as it returns, I’ll be blogging in full force once again… but I never want to let myself get disconnected from people because I’m striving to connect with them online. I’m making more of an effort to get to church, to say hello to the people I’m recognizing and even some that I’m not, and I’m working harder to connect myself instead of waiting for others to try to connect with me. They were trying, but I was not.

I’m glad that I stepped out of my box, or rather, that my friend in the church offered to drive me so I couldn’t say no and skip the evening. I’m glad my mom offered to watch Zach so I could go, and leave my whole heart out there for these women to see. And I’m glad I got to know them, personally.

Besides, who can pass up chocolate?

 

I Just Want You To Agree With Me!

While everyone was discussing the presidential debate that aired tonight, I was waging my own personal debate in my head the entire day.

I went back and forth. I made pro and con lists. I asked opinions from people. And then I got mad when they didn’t agree with the opinion I, in my heart, really wanted.

Instead of just admitting that’s what I wanted, I sat there and went back and forth, back and forth, in my head, and out loud, of course, begging people to agree with me, instead of just making the decision.

In the end, I actually ended up choosing neither option and creating a medium option until I can get more information.

I guess I should stop being so vague.

Recently, Zach’s doctor suggested that, in addition to the table foods he’s been eating, I give him more baby food as a supplement. The only baby food Zach has any interest in is baby food he can suck out of a pouch. He doesn’t have the patience for being spoon-fed. I swear it’s an independence thing.

Anyway, ever since I found out about the Infantino Fresh Squeezed system, I’ve had my eye on it. While I love Plum Organics and HappyBabyFood, pouches can get expensive, and it’s nice to be able to make exactly the blends I want– it’s part of why I originally made all of Zach’s food in the first place, until he switched to self-feeding.

However, the system was an investment. But the pouches were costly long term. There was no good solution. In my heart, I wanted the system because I could make the food myself, because I like the satisfaction that comes from knowing that Zach is getting quality food, and because I really feel like he deserves that from me. On the other hand, I have a tendency to overbook myself anyway. Did I really need one more to-do on my list? Not only making the food but also putting it into the pouches (which, I’ll admit, seems to be an easy process, but even one added step can be a lot these days).

I debated. I went back and forth in my mind. And I asked opinion after opinion. And I found more and more that anytime someone would disagree with me, I’d feel this pang of “Hey! That’s not what I want you to say. I’m asking your opinion, but what I really want to hear is MY opinion.”

I do this. A lot. I sit there and just basically get frustrated if someone doesn’t agree with me. It’s not cool. And sometimes, sometimes I just have to compromise.

I’m learning to do this more and more, and perhaps I’m just selfish in that I want people to agree with me. I want people to think I have awesome ideas. But that’s my pride getting in the way. To think that my opinion on this is the only opinion worth listening to, and to decide that everyone else’s opinion, even those I asked for, was wrong, well… that wasn’t cool of me.

In this case, I did actually decide to choose neither option. One memory trigger happened and I had a whole new plan, that would cost less than pouches but be less of an initial investment than the pouch system. At fall festival this year, there was a smoothie truck. When I bought my smoothie, Zach quickly drank half. It’s the only thing I’ve seen him drink as fast as a pouch.

I have a really great reusable tumbler with a straw. There’s no reason that I can’t, for the time being at least, make my own purees and put the blends in the freezer, then thaw them and put them in the tumbler in four ounce serving sizes for Zach to enjoy. He still gets the soothing sucking motion similar to nursing, and he still gets the same nutrients that he’d get, plus I get to know that I’m making his food for him. And of course, I’m sure I’ll keep some PlumOrganics and HappyBabyFood on hand for those days that it just doesn’t happen because I’m overbooked.

Maybe it was better that no one shared my opinion. I think it worked out, in the end, to have them counter me, so I continued thinking about my decision and ended the day on a better option altogether. Maybe, just maybe, even when I want you to agree with me, it’s not always what I need.

ChefVille Envy

I have a really ridiculous confession to make.

Ever since Zynga released it’s new game on Facebook, I’ve been really addicted to ChefVille. It combines the things I loved about all of their games I’ve played before… a little bit of harvesting, a little bit of cooking, and a little bit of friendly competition. I mean, yes, you and your neighbors essentially work together.

But see, you also compete. And you can’t say you don’t… there’s a little bitty thing at the bottom that shows how many stars your friends have compared to how many you have.

I was the first one of my friends to start playing ChefVille. I had no neighbors, nobody else playing, but of course, in Zynga games, others have to get on board in order for you to do certain things, like building buildings or unlocking tasks. I invited a handful of friends who liked that sort of thing, and we started playing together.

Because I started first, I had more mastery stars than any of my friends. But then this one player started to creep up on me. She was within a handful of stars, so I rushed to cook a whole bunch of dishes.

Other tasks went by the wayside. Not important things like feeding Zach or anything, but tasks like actually folding the laundry or putting it in my closet. I needed to level up, man! It was addicting, a total rush.

I lept in front of my friend/opponent, but within 24 hours, she was back creeping up on me. I worked extra hard and jutted ahead in the ratings again! Yay! But then she snuck up on me.

After a few days of this back-and-forth, she finally won out. For good, she won out. Sweeping ahead of me, she was winning.

At first, I was irritated. I kept thinking, “Hey. I found this game first. I work my butt off. How are you jumping ahead?” And then I thought

Wow. I’m being petty. And dumb. It’s a game. I enjoy playing it. I’m sure she enjoys playing it, too, or else I doubt she would.

I’m getting frustrated with a Facebook friend, someone I care enough about to actually have on my friends list, and I’m sitting here mentally cursing her success in a game.

And the funny thing about Zynga games is, as much as I like them, I just don’t play them for very long. I’m guessing that a month from now, I won’t even remember to open ChefVille. My dishes will sit there, virtually, waiting for me to return to my restaurant, and I just won’t come back. So why, I ask, am I letting this little bitty thing get to me so much? Something I’ll forget in a month?

Because I’m human. And we do that. We wish each other the best, a lot of times, but then secretly think about how much we wish we were in that person’s position, or wanting to get ahead. Because even though this is just a game, real life isn’t always a game. And, as much as you don’t want to admit it, there’s someone in the back of your head that you’re wanting to get ahead of, someone you’ve been competing with, even subconsciously, and you’re just waiting to get that extra step ahead of them, hoping they won’t be able to catch up. Maybe it’s at work. Maybe it’s in a hobby of yours. Maybe it’s just a silly game like this.

Envy gets the best of us sometimes. I wish I could say it was just limited to this game for me, but I always have those moments of “Dang it! She posted a pumpkin bread recipe before I did on her blog, and now everyone will think I’m copying her if I post it. This sucks!” or “Yeah, she can throw that awesome party for her son, because she doesn’t face the whole money situation like I do as a single mom.”

Guess what? I’m being a total baby. I’m whining, and saying “Why me? Why me. Why can’t I have that? Why can’t I get that? Why can’t I get there?” But you know what I’m missing on that? The work ethic.

I probably could be beating my friend’s pants at ChefVille if I would actually check it more than twice a day anymore. And I would probably have gotten that pumpkin bread recipe in on time if I would have posted it sooner.

But life happens. Things get in the way. No matter how much I want to, I won’t always be first, or best, or fastest, or coolest. Sometimes, I’m going to be in second place. Or fifth. Or fifteenth. Sometimes, I will be the Chloe to Abby’s Maddy (please tell me I’m not the only Dance Moms fan on here…).

Instead of kicking myself about it, though, I’m going to work harder. Maybe not at ChefVille (or maybe, yes, absolutely at ChefVille), but at least at looking through my calendar of blog ideas, looking through my mental file system, looking through my photos and getting that work done. Because if I set my mind to it, I can realize that I have enough, without that envy.

God didn’t make me to compete with everyone else. He made me to be genuinely happy about the success of others, and also to work hard to establish His Kingdom, in spite of myself. I let myself get hung up on little things, like who did what on facebook or on the blogosphere, and I forget that instead of worrying about my so-called “competition,” I need to worry about my own work.

It seems like sometimes I get so caught up in looking at other bloggers and wondering why I’m not them, why I’m not the next Kevin and Amanda or Bloggess or whoever else. But I’m not them. And honestly, I’ll never be them. I’m Jenni. I’m just me. I’m DigitalEraMom and I have a rockin’ blog with really cool readers.

This whole envy thing has to stop, once and for all.

I have three challenges for you today.

1) Make a list of the things YOU rock at. Don’t worry about whether or not your rocking is someone else’s second place, or anything else. Just make a list of things you’re great at, and focus on the YOU of the equation.

2) Genuinely encourage someone today, and be happy for them without envy. If your girlfriend got a new pair of shoes, instead of saying “Ugh. Why can’t *I* get cool shoes like that? She’s the worst.” tell her “Wow! Those are super cute. I genuinely like those.” and end the mental chatter about how sad you are that she got the last pair on clearance instead of you.

3) If there’s something you aren’t “good enough” at, figure out how to make that leap. If you’re jealous about your friend going to Cancun next summer and you can’t go, find the ways to cut back in your budget and afford it, or find a great staycation that IS in your budget. If you want to get ahead in your job, put in extra time and effort and don’t worry about what everyone else is doing.

I’ve realized that there’s a chance that no matter how hard I work at some aspects of my life, I’ll never really make it to first place. But there are also a ton of other areas that I will rock at. I’ll get to the place I need to be, and it’s okay to take that time getting there.

Don’t stress. Don’t envy. It’s all going to be okay in the end.