I was recently selected to be on the planner design team for a new scrapbooking site called She Glossy. I am really excited to share my planner layouts and experiences with different products.
My mother in law bought be a Color Crush Planner from Websters Pages for Christmas 2014 and I got into the planner world – and it’s a big one! Then a couple months ago I won a Erin Condren Life Planner. There is a lot of I love about both planners. I love the binder aspect of the Color Crush and that it has a snap closure and I love the size of the Erin Condren, lots of room to write and decorate.
This is my Color Crush Planner (Light Teal) and this week’s layout. The “Burn Book” is a 4×6 photo album that I converted into a sticker book. It holds most of my planner stickers.
I wish I could tag the photo like you can on Instagram so you can see where the different items are from. The “today” clip is from my Darling Kit from She Glossy.
Here is the first half of my week in my Erin Condren Life Planner. Basically I just like to decorate. ;)
My life isn’t all that exciting that I need to do a lot of planning, but I do like to write things down – either from necessity (I can’t remember anything!) or to keep a memory of something. And I love pretty things. And stickers.
Second half of my week in my Erin Condren Life Planner. Again, I love decorating.
I’m hoping to post more of my midori journal – lists and other random bits of stuff that I want to keep (treasures 😉 ).
You can get 10% off your She Glossy purchase with the code papermermfans.
Still working on the layout here. The css file is baffling – trying to switch sizes and fonts without messing the whole thing up! 😛
Blog needs a huge overhaul. Stay tuned.
Or perhaps not so secret.
70% of marriages in which one spouse has a chronic illness end in divorce.
What if you wake up one day and your significant other has decided he/she has had enough? They just cannot deal with your issues any longer. They want to live a full life and you are a hinderance. They need someone who is able. Someone who can bike or run or move. They never get invited to activities because you can’t go and your friends don’t want to invite just your spouse. They no longer want to sit in an empty pew or empty row.
I’m afraid because I completely understand how that could happen. (We live with ourselves, too.) And it’s not wrong to want those things. We want our other-halves to live life, to be content, happy, fulfilled and sometimes, we’re afraid we ARE a hinderance. We tend to live with a lot of guilt – unnecessary or not.
And we feel bad for feeling guilty. Or for even entertaining thoughts such as this post. Or for suggesting our spouses would get tired of us. Or for thinking they’d be the bad guy if they left. We feel bad for feeling bad about being unable/disabled. We don’t want to claim “victim” but sometimes we do. Because that’s true, too.
It’s an all-around crappy situation. No one is wrong and everyone loses. So we hide our fears. Watching ourselves become blobs. Sometimes not feeling because it’s easier to be numb. Hoping that when our partner says, “I love you and want to care for you,” that the desire to do so will last 50 years. Secretly afraid it won’t. Not because we don’t believe them but because we know it’s hard and it sucks to be shackled to a spoonie.
How do you handle such fears?
Every day I have to re-accept the terms my illnesses lay out for me. It’s continual. I don’t live in a democracy, I don’t have a say in anything. Ultimately, my body is in control.
No, I’m not being obsessive. Nor am I being negative. These are the facts. This is my reality. Every day. Minute by minute. Acceptance is a broken record. They’re always there, these illnesses, demanding attention.
I have to come to terms with my new “normal” on a daily basis. Some days are easier than others. Some days I cry because cleaning the bathroom has worn me out so much I feel sick. And I don’t want to accept that.
Yes, there are things to help me cope with my pain, but it never goes away and that is the part that is hardest to accept. Chronic is a heavy word.
I am very thankful for my husband because he makes accepting easier. Understanding is worth more than pain killers.
I do what I can when I can. But it’s still hard, not being able to just do what needs to be done because my body will not cooperate. Having to lie down all day because my body has decided it’s too painful and too tiring to sit up. Being unable to do what others think will help me feel better, such as exercising or getting out of the house.
Being judged or labeled or misunderstood is very hard to accept, but its part of the package. Losing friends and freedom. Being unable to explain anything so they might understand. Sounding like a broken record. Sounding like all I do is complain. Having to cancel plans at the last minute. Have I mentioned sounding like a broken record? Yeah.