Category: writing prompts

What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?

The first hour is a little chaotic. I have to have 3 kids out of bed, fed, dressed, lunches made, water bottles made, backpack ready, and usually ready for some attitude.

But once the kids are taken to school it’s just me and my two year son and I have a moment to breathe and look around.

I always get my coffee (just cream added) , my planner, and I kind of just sit for a little bit. Like right now I’m actually sitting outside listening to some music because the weather is beautiful and to be honest my mood is a little somber today.

But for the most part everyday I take a moment to be present. Whatever that looks like.

And later I will make myself a toasted cinnamon raisin bagel with unsalted butter whilst I enjoy a small cup of orange juice and probably continue reflecting a little bit.

I just did a little of writing and later I’ll finish a podcast I’m listening to about confidence.

I don’t know…. I’m sure my morning may sound boring to some but I truly take joy in these slow un-rushed mornings. I enjoy my own presence, time with the divine and yea……

I kind of ranted there but it’s a raw response.

How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?

First of all, I feel like I just had deja vu, that’s always a little weird.

But how do significant life events or the passage of time influence my life………….

they just do.

As these “significant life events” happen, or as time goes as it does…..it’s like, your vision becomes more and more clear.

And the funny thing is while you live you don’t even realize that you have blurry vision.

Think for a moment of those people who believe they have fairly good vision and then they visit the eye doctor and optometrist hands them a pair of glasses and then the person is in complete shock and disbelief and had no idea this level of detail could exist within the eyes!

That’s what it’s like.

I think I’m seeing clear or decent or whatever, only to be handed a new pair of “glasses”.

But it’s beautiful though isn’t……growing, learning, thinking we know things only to realize there is so much MORE. And the more has been around us the whole time.

It’s takes those significant moments and time to recognize the MORE.

And I can find beauty in that and be grateful for it.

List five things you do for fun.

5 Main Things I Do For Fun

1. going out to dinner/brunch with the gals
2. I just recently bought a ukulele that’s been really fun and random lol (so maybe for fun—learning/trying something new)
3. Yoga with some good music (FKJ—check him out)
4. Family getaways (to the beach or the lake are my fav)
5. read/write/listening to podcasts

Things My Kids Enjoy (just for fun)

1. Blowing out matches and candles (my son age 2–I really do have to hide the matches and candles in our home)
2. Roblox (my two oldest daughters love this game)
3. Rollerskating (my kids skate in the house, they love jumping with them on the trampoline. They just love rollerskating)
4. Hanging out with friends (all of them)
5. They all also get a thrill out of pissing each other off.

5 Little Things I Do For Fun

1. Whistle any great chance I get (like at a school function/performance or at a game or whatever. I can whistle really loud with my fingers so when I can show off I enjoy it lol)
2. Cut my Kids sandwiches into a heart with a heart shaped cookie cutter. (It’s just cute and they enjoy it)
3. Even though I’m a grown up, I enjoy pretending. (An example would be I’ll be driving in the car and pretending that I’m on a talk show or something like that haha!)
4. Reading comments on posts. Sometimes the comments are just the best and have me laughing so hard!
5. Saying something silly, making a silly face, doing something silly……for fun I like to make people smile. 🙂

Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

One of those questions where you know you’re about to be vulnerable.

I felt a lot of love growing up, but not from my parents from what you may be thinking.

I knew my parents loved me. But it’s an entirely different thing to feel it.

From a young age, I knew and felt that I was loved. From something greater than myself. I still feel this love in a way but it was very strong as a child.

I was adopted with no connection to any biological family and my adoption was never discussed. Long story short, I felt alone for a very very long time. Still healing from this trauma. (I’m getting so annoyed with that word).

But even when I felt alone. I knew I was loved. I knew I had love in me. I felt guided by it.

I remember even telling people that I feel loved. That, “….I can’t explain it….”

Like…….. it’s like when you can smell something so yummy, but you have no idea where the scent is coming from. You go to the kitchen where you would think you would find what is releasing this delicious aroma but it’s not there. So you just search and search, you know you’re not crazy because you smell it! It’s there! You just can’t find it.

That’s kinda like the love I felt/feel. I don’t know where it’s coming from. But I know it’s always been there for me and that it will be okay.

Not just for me, but for everyone.

Where can you reduce clutter in your life?

I love decluttering.

There is something so rejuvenating about getting rid of things. A cleanse of some sort.

Currently where I really need to declutter is our master room closet. I’ve been decluttering so many others things (my kids clothes and toys) but have yet to do the closet.

Why do we do that? We look for so many other things to do to avoid what we really need to do.

It’s like a paradox of some sort. And I know I’m not alone in this.

I organized all my Tupperware and pots and pans the other day……….

That really did need to get done. But again, it’s because I just don’t want to do the damn closet.

And maybe you’re asking, well why not? I’ll tell you why,

It’s full of PAPERWORK and School Projects and what not.

So now do you kinda get it?

What is your mission?

You know what I really strive for……I really try to give some peace back into peoples lives.

My mission is to alleviate some of the stress and chaos that one has in their life.

To give hope.

I understand the fragility of this life and I want to give people back their time. At least I try to.

This is why I write. Ultimately it’s to help others. To give people more beauty and color and freedom.

Doesn’t the world need that?

Tell us one thing you hope people say about you.

One thing…..

Hmm…….

I would hope people say that I am luminous in a way.

I choose that word because I do want to be a light for people, especially for the ones I love.

I want them to feel comfortable, safe, loved, seen, heard, believed….every time they are in my presence.

Anytime someone is in my company I would want them to leave feeling hopeful in some type of way.

List your top 5 grocery store items.

lol, the is a silly one. I like it.

1. 4 gallons of milk every time (how my kids drink so much milk is beyond me)
2. Strawberries and bananas every time (my kids favorite fruit, and we love making smoothies with the bananas or banana bread)
3. Chicken thighs or ground beef (just yesterday I made chicken and dumplings, so good. Sad thing is my husband forgot to put the leftovers away!)
4. Cheese — cheese sticks, shredded cheese, cheese slices (we make a lot of quesadillas for when my girls have their friends over, or school snacks, or sandwiches)
5. Some type of latest snack craving (salt n vinegar chips, trail mix, kettle corn chips, smart popcorn….whatever)

Now I’m going to go read yours!!! 🙂

Have you ever performed on stage or given a speech?

Sure, I’ve done stuff like school dance recitals and little plays here and there but what sticks out the most to me is the talks I would get called to do in church.

I was pretty active in religious activities during a few high school years at the Latter Day Saints Church.

Every Sunday, your bishop speaks—shares something spiritual—followed by members of the church (all ages) who get to speak and share something as well.

When you are called to give a “talk” the bishop usually pulls you aside and asks if you can give a talk on forgiveness, grace, gratitude, etc. Whatever really.

And you do have the choice to accept or decline but I always accepted because I guess, it felt right.

I honestly didn’t mind whenever I got an opportunity to talk to the whole church because you were really listened to.

If we want to dig deeper on that, that could be in fact why I did enjoy it. I was being heard, where at home I felt ignored. It wasn’t like my parents didn’t talk to me, it was all just surface level conversations. We never talked about hard stuff. I was always just given books to inform me. The stuff I wanted to discuss in person just didn’t happen.

Anyways after you gave your talk people afterwards would come up and make polite remarks about what you shared. Truthfully, I enjoyed it.

Interesting though where we find strength and comfort in talking to a whole group or audience versus talking in front of a group of peers at school (highschool/college).

That’s another story. Never enjoyed those.

What is something others do that sparks your admiration?

What sparks my admiration in others is their willingness to be vulnerable.

There’s something profoundly beautiful about someone revealing a raw, intimate side of themselves. It takes courage to truly let others see you. I believe some people would rather get physically naked in front of a stranger than emotionally exposed, it’s that terrifying to some.

But when someone allows themselves to be raw, it creates this type of bridge. It’s in those moments of vulnerability that I feel the strongest connections to others. I love hearing their stories, understanding their experiences, and seeing the world through their eyes.

Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to memoirs, they’re a window into someone’s truth, a reflection of their courage to share the parts of themselves that are often hidden. When people share those things willingly, I can’t help but feel a deep admiration for them. Vulnerability, to me, is one of the most beautiful acts of bravery.