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- I have been working on reducing stress in my life (aren't we all?), intentionally, for the past two years. External things became inward things (and my body freaked out. The stress we take in will always try to work its way out and it comes out in crazy and sometimes scary ways). 〰 I've done lots of practical things like yoga, began to say no to things, yes to physical rest, I created some boundaries, I changed my diet, I tried to stop keeping it all together, I took deeper breaths. 〰 All these things help(ed) but they are external and require constant doing (which can create more stress). I believe the best way to live a stress free life is an internal choice to confidently trust the Lord and quiet my soul before Him. For me it's a daily choice to see myself as a child who is loved, cared for, and led by my Father. He's got my back. This is the only place I find myself completely stress free, at total rest, and strengthened. 〰 It's interesting because when I'm out of my mind stressed I always think, "I wish I was a kid again. Oh to have no cares or concerns." And that is exactly what God calls us ... His children. And here is what he says to us, "cast ALL your cares on Me!" 〰 He's got your back, Lovely One. And he wants us to live from a place of rest, not stress.
- I have been working on reducing stress in my life (aren& #39;t we all?), intentionally, for the past two years. External things became inward things (and my body freaked out. The stress we take in will always try to work its way out and it comes out in crazy and sometimes scary ways). 〰 I& #39;ve done lots of practical things like yoga, began to say no to things, yes to physical rest, I created some boundaries, I changed my diet, I tried to stop keeping it all together, I took deeper breaths. 〰 All these things help(ed) but they are external and require constant doing (which can create more stress). I believe the best way to live a stress free life is an internal choice to confidently trust the Lord and quiet my soul before Him. For me it& #39;s a daily choice to see myself as a child who is loved, cared for, and led by my Father. He& #39;s got my back. This is the only place I find myself completely stress free, at total rest, and strengthened. 〰 It& #39;s interesting because when I& #39;m out of my mind stressed I always think, "I wish I was a kid again. Oh to have no cares or concerns." And that is exactly what God calls us ... His children. And here is what he says to us, "cast ALL your cares on Me!" 〰 He& #39;s got your back, Lovely One. And he wants us to live from a place of rest, not stress.
- I have been working on reducing stress in my life (aren't we all?), intentionally, for the past two years. External things became inward things (and my body freaked out. The stress we take in will always try to work its way out and it comes out in crazy and sometimes scary ways). 〰 I've done lots of practical things like yoga, began to say no to things, yes to physical rest, I created some boundaries, I changed my diet, I tried to stop keeping it all together, I took deeper breaths. 〰 All these things help(ed) but they are external and require constant doing (which can create more stress). I believe the best way to live a stress free life is an internal choice to confidently trust the Lord and quiet my soul before Him. For me it's a daily choice to see myself as a child who is loved, cared for, and led by my Father. He's got my back. This is the only place I find myself completely stress free, at total rest, and strengthened. 〰 It's interesting because when I'm out of my mind stressed I always think, "I wish I was a kid again. Oh to have no cares or concerns." And that is exactly what God calls us ... His children. And here is what he says to us, "cast ALL your cares on Me!" 〰 He's got your back, Lovely One. And he wants us to live from a place of rest, not stress.
- “Having a grandmother is like having an army. This is a grandchild’s ultimate privilege: knowing that someone is on your side, always, whatever the details. Even when you are wrong. Especially, in fact.” -Fredrik Backman __ It’s been one year, to the day, since I lost my last army. Lost an ultimate privilege. Some days I forget she is gone— I didn’t have the privlege of my army living down the street or in the same state. Other days the loss shocks me, still. And yet, most days I feel she is with me more than ever. ✨ __ I keep these two photos of us on my desk. One of us then….a time when I was needed in her life. And one of us now (ish) (our last visit together)…when I very much needed her. Behind the photos is a Dutch Delft mug (our heritage), it was a gift (that last) which arrived on a monumental day which she knew nothing of. These reminders help me to remember more than my grandmother. They remind me of hope and hard work. Purpose and keeping my chin up. They remind me of how very much God is in the details of our days. They remind me to continue . . . Continue her work, her love for family, her love for the Lord. __ Some days I go out running—when I need my mind to shut up and my soul to speak up. It’s on these days I’m certain she is very much still with me. She is in the great cloud of witness hanging over heaven cheering me on. I can almost hear her. I don’t have direct access any longer, but she has a view from the grandstand and direct access to the Father. I believe…I still have an army. __ I miss you, terribly grandma. Your well of wisdom. Your gift of listening. Your wise counsel. Your encouraging words. Your impeccable manners. Your “Look at You!” hugs. Loads of Love xx #lalalovelylife
- “Having a grandmother is like having an army. This is a grandchild’s ultimate privilege: knowing that someone is on your side, always, whatever the details. Even when you are wrong. Especially, in fact.” -Fredrik Backman __ It’s been one year, to the day, since I lost my last army. Lost an ultimate privilege. Some days I forget she is gone— I didn’t have the privlege of my army living down the street or in the same state. Other days the loss shocks me, still. And yet, most days I feel she is with me more than ever. ✨ __ I keep these two photos of us on my desk. One of us then….a time when I was needed in her life. And one of us now (ish) (our last visit together)…when I very much needed her. Behind the photos is a Dutch Delft mug (our heritage), it was a gift (that last) which arrived on a monumental day which she knew nothing of. These reminders help me to remember more than my grandmother. They remind me of hope and hard work. Purpose and keeping my chin up. They remind me of how very much God is in the details of our days. They remind me to continue . . . Continue her work, her love for family, her love for the Lord. __ Some days I go out running—when I need my mind to shut up and my soul to speak up. It’s on these days I’m certain she is very much still with me. She is in the great cloud of witness hanging over heaven cheering me on. I can almost hear her. I don’t have direct access any longer, but she has a view from the grandstand and direct access to the Father. I believe…I still have an army. __ I miss you, terribly grandma. Your well of wisdom. Your gift of listening. Your wise counsel. Your encouraging words. Your impeccable manners. Your “Look at You!” hugs. Loads of Love xx #lalalovelylife
- “Having a grandmother is like having an army. This is a grandchild’s ultimate privilege: knowing that someone is on your side, always, whatever the details. Even when you are wrong. Especially, in fact.” -Fredrik Backman __ It’s been one year, to the day, since I lost my last army. Lost an ultimate privilege. Some days I forget she is gone— I didn’t have the privlege of my army living down the street or in the same state. Other days the loss shocks me, still. And yet, most days I feel she is with me more than ever. ✨ __ I keep these two photos of us on my desk. One of us then….a time when I was needed in her life. And one of us now (ish) (our last visit together)…when I very much needed her. Behind the photos is a Dutch Delft mug (our heritage), it was a gift (that last) which arrived on a monumental day which she knew nothing of. These reminders help me to remember more than my grandmother. They remind me of hope and hard work. Purpose and keeping my chin up. They remind me of how very much God is in the details of our days. They remind me to continue . . . Continue her work, her love for family, her love for the Lord. __ Some days I go out running—when I need my mind to shut up and my soul to speak up. It’s on these days I’m certain she is very much still with me. She is in the great cloud of witness hanging over heaven cheering me on. I can almost hear her. I don’t have direct access any longer, but she has a view from the grandstand and direct access to the Father. I believe…I still have an army. __ I miss you, terribly grandma. Your well of wisdom. Your gift of listening. Your wise counsel. Your encouraging words. Your impeccable manners. Your “Look at You!” hugs. Loads of Love xx #lalalovelylife
- I’m having a hard time posting lately. I seem to be stuck somewhere between. Between what I’ve always posted about and what I’m truly passionate about. Between being a private person (by nature) and vulnerability. Between beginnings and endings. __
 Some days I post about makeup + other days, deep matters of the heart. I like sharing books and Bible verses. I love pretty spaces and talking about the broken places. There are days I want to share beauty and then other days I wish I could be totally free to say ….”today sucks, majorly” (I try to keep it positive, even when things are falling apart. Sometimes that feels like I’m doing the right thing + trusting God + some days it feels like I’m being fake). __
 If you are new (ish) here….I’m Trina. A Midwestern girl married to a Southerner. I am a mom to four kids (1 teenage girl + 3 boys). I’m a writer and a, sometimes, stylist. I’ve been blogging for almost 10 years (holy cow) at La La Lovely and I just finished writing my 1st book, which will be out April 2018. __ Lately, I’ve been feeling tired of editing photos + figuring out what to post. I’d rather just share life. The big things in my life are Jesus, my family, writing, finding beauty and sharing it with others. I believe beauty is all around. It is in all the obvious places. It is in the least expected places--buried among what’s broken, packed away in pain. It is God—“For God is sheer beauty, all-generous in love, loyal always and ever.” (Ps 100:5). (This is what my book is all about--finding and being found by beauty). __
 This post is too long for Insta-continued it on my blog (link in profile). __ But first, in keeping w/ the post…..Sharing life today is this … I’m about to start editing my book. I opened up the manuscript from my editor + saw all the red + panicked. It’s like I gave someone my journal + I’m totally freaked out to see what they have to say about it. The writing wasn’t hard for me. But I’ve got it in my head that the editing will be. I have no idea how to do this right, as I’ve never done this before. So today, I asked for heavenly help + different perspective (this is my prayer most days on, like, ALL matters. So this is me today!
- I’m having a hard time posting lately. I seem to be stuck somewhere between. Between what I’ve always posted about and what I’m truly passionate about. Between being a private person (by nature) and vulnerability. Between beginnings and endings. __
 Some days I post about makeup + other days, deep matters of the heart. I like sharing books and Bible verses. I love pretty spaces and talking about the broken places. There are days I want to share beauty and then other days I wish I could be totally free to say ….”today sucks, majorly” (I try to keep it positive, even when things are falling apart. Sometimes that feels like I’m doing the right thing + trusting God + some days it feels like I’m being fake). __
 If you are new (ish) here….I’m Trina. A Midwestern girl married to a Southerner. I am a mom to four kids (1 teenage girl + 3 boys). I’m a writer and a, sometimes, stylist. I’ve been blogging for almost 10 years (holy cow) at La La Lovely and I just finished writing my 1st book, which will be out April 2018. __ Lately, I’ve been feeling tired of editing photos + figuring out what to post. I’d rather just share life. The big things in my life are Jesus, my family, writing, finding beauty and sharing it with others. I believe beauty is all around. It is in all the obvious places. It is in the least expected places--buried among what’s broken, packed away in pain. It is God—“For God is sheer beauty, all-generous in love, loyal always and ever.” (Ps 100:5). (This is what my book is all about--finding and being found by beauty). __
 This post is too long for Insta-continued it on my blog (link in profile). __ But first, in keeping w/ the post…..Sharing life today is this … I’m about to start editing my book. I opened up the manuscript from my editor + saw all the red + panicked. It’s like I gave someone my journal + I’m totally freaked out to see what they have to say about it. The writing wasn’t hard for me. But I’ve got it in my head that the editing will be. I have no idea how to do this right, as I’ve never done this before. So today, I asked for heavenly help + different perspective (this is my prayer most days on, like, ALL matters. So this is me today!
- I’m having a hard time posting lately. I seem to be stuck somewhere between. Between what I’ve always posted about and what I’m truly passionate about. Between being a private person (by nature) and vulnerability. Between beginnings and endings. __
 Some days I post about makeup + other days, deep matters of the heart. I like sharing books and Bible verses. I love pretty spaces and talking about the broken places. There are days I want to share beauty and then other days I wish I could be totally free to say ….”today sucks, majorly” (I try to keep it positive, even when things are falling apart. Sometimes that feels like I’m doing the right thing + trusting God + some days it feels like I’m being fake). __
 If you are new (ish) here….I’m Trina. A Midwestern girl married to a Southerner. I am a mom to four kids (1 teenage girl + 3 boys). I’m a writer and a, sometimes, stylist. I’ve been blogging for almost 10 years (holy cow) at La La Lovely and I just finished writing my 1st book, which will be out April 2018. __ Lately, I’ve been feeling tired of editing photos + figuring out what to post. I’d rather just share life. The big things in my life are Jesus, my family, writing, finding beauty and sharing it with others. I believe beauty is all around. It is in all the obvious places. It is in the least expected places--buried among what’s broken, packed away in pain. It is God—“For God is sheer beauty, all-generous in love, loyal always and ever.” (Ps 100:5). (This is what my book is all about--finding and being found by beauty). __
 This post is too long for Insta-continued it on my blog (link in profile). __ But first, in keeping w/ the post…..Sharing life today is this … I’m about to start editing my book. I opened up the manuscript from my editor + saw all the red + panicked. It’s like I gave someone my journal + I’m totally freaked out to see what they have to say about it. The writing wasn’t hard for me. But I’ve got it in my head that the editing will be. I have no idea how to do this right, as I’ve never done this before. So today, I asked for heavenly help + different perspective (this is my prayer most days on, like, ALL matters. So this is me today!
- I can't get these words out of my mind. I heard them over and again spoken at a funeral this past weekend. These words are no strangers to me. They occupy real estate in my mind. I crave these words. I have worked for these words. Maybe you have too? 〰 At the service the son (my husband's cousin, my pastor's son) shared how often these were the words his father spoke to him--the words every child (little or grown) longs to hear from their father -- "I Love you and I'm proud of you." He spoke these words when Josh was just a kid, over and over, before he'd done anything in life or accomplished anything. 〰 These are the same words the Father spoke over Jesus before he even began his ministry. 〰 These are the words the Father is speaking over you and me. 〰 I was an absolute mess during the service when Josh was speaking. I could see him, as I remember him, as a kid in his front yard, tossing the ball, back and forth, with his dad (this was the story he shared) and I could hear, clear as day, his dad's voice--the tone, the influx, the kind undertone--saying, "I love you and I'm proud of you." 〰 These are the words of our Heavenly Father, Josh continued when he spoke. 〰 I cried and cried because I remember. I cried for the family and the loss. I cried because of deep gratitude for the influence this man had on my life. I cried because this has been my personal journey the last five years--To attune my ears to the words of my Father and to believe them. To believe I am loved for no reason but that I am his. To believe he is proud of me for no reason but that I am his. To stop working and striving and performing for love and approval and receive it. To release my need to hear those words from certain people and realize my Father is always speaking this over me. 〰 Maybe you don't hear these words often or ever. The less we hear them the more we crave them and the harder we will work for them. If you've read this far then maybe this is for you, Lovely One. Maybe you are hungry, perhaps starved, for these words. If you are than let me have the honor of serving you a meal....YOU ARE LOVED! And you have a Father who is PROUD OF YOU!
- I can& #39;t get these words out of my mind. I heard them over and again spoken at a funeral this past weekend. These words are no strangers to me. They occupy real estate in my mind. I crave these words. I have worked for these words. Maybe you have too? 〰 At the service the son (my husband& #39;s cousin, my pastor& #39;s son) shared how often these were the words his father spoke to him--the words every child (little or grown) longs to hear from their father -- "I Love you and I& #39;m proud of you." He spoke these words when Josh was just a kid, over and over, before he& #39;d done anything in life or accomplished anything. 〰 These are the same words the Father spoke over Jesus before he even began his ministry. 〰 These are the words the Father is speaking over you and me. 〰 I was an absolute mess during the service when Josh was speaking. I could see him, as I remember him, as a kid in his front yard, tossing the ball, back and forth, with his dad (this was the story he shared) and I could hear, clear as day, his dad& #39;s voice--the tone, the influx, the kind undertone--saying, "I love you and I& #39;m proud of you." 〰 These are the words of our Heavenly Father, Josh continued when he spoke. 〰 I cried and cried because I remember. I cried for the family and the loss. I cried because of deep gratitude for the influence this man had on my life. I cried because this has been my personal journey the last five years--To attune my ears to the words of my Father and to believe them. To believe I am loved for no reason but that I am his. To believe he is proud of me for no reason but that I am his. To stop working and striving and performing for love and approval and receive it. To release my need to hear those words from certain people and realize my Father is always speaking this over me. 〰 Maybe you don& #39;t hear these words often or ever. The less we hear them the more we crave them and the harder we will work for them. If you& #39;ve read this far then maybe this is for you, Lovely One. Maybe you are hungry, perhaps starved, for these words. If you are than let me have the honor of serving you a meal....YOU ARE LOVED! And you have a Father who is PROUD OF YOU!
- I can't get these words out of my mind. I heard them over and again spoken at a funeral this past weekend. These words are no strangers to me. They occupy real estate in my mind. I crave these words. I have worked for these words. Maybe you have too? 〰 At the service the son (my husband's cousin, my pastor's son) shared how often these were the words his father spoke to him--the words every child (little or grown) longs to hear from their father -- "I Love you and I'm proud of you." He spoke these words when Josh was just a kid, over and over, before he'd done anything in life or accomplished anything. 〰 These are the same words the Father spoke over Jesus before he even began his ministry. 〰 These are the words the Father is speaking over you and me. 〰 I was an absolute mess during the service when Josh was speaking. I could see him, as I remember him, as a kid in his front yard, tossing the ball, back and forth, with his dad (this was the story he shared) and I could hear, clear as day, his dad's voice--the tone, the influx, the kind undertone--saying, "I love you and I'm proud of you." 〰 These are the words of our Heavenly Father, Josh continued when he spoke. 〰 I cried and cried because I remember. I cried for the family and the loss. I cried because of deep gratitude for the influence this man had on my life. I cried because this has been my personal journey the last five years--To attune my ears to the words of my Father and to believe them. To believe I am loved for no reason but that I am his. To believe he is proud of me for no reason but that I am his. To stop working and striving and performing for love and approval and receive it. To release my need to hear those words from certain people and realize my Father is always speaking this over me. 〰 Maybe you don't hear these words often or ever. The less we hear them the more we crave them and the harder we will work for them. If you've read this far then maybe this is for you, Lovely One. Maybe you are hungry, perhaps starved, for these words. If you are than let me have the honor of serving you a meal....YOU ARE LOVED! And you have a Father who is PROUD OF YOU!
- Taking time to write thank you notes, this afternoon. How could I resist a glittery gold heart when they seem to perfectly expresses the light and love that fills my heart for loved ones who have been so kind and generous towards me. 💗 Two things I long to be (and hope others can say is true about me) is that I am GENEROUS (with my life, my finances, my time) and GRATEFUL (noticing the small daily kindness shown just as well as a grand gesture). ⚡️ What (or who) is something (someone) you are #grateful for today? 💗 #lalalovelylife
- Taking time to write thank you notes, this afternoon. How could I resist a glittery gold heart when they seem to perfectly expresses the light and love that fills my heart for loved ones who have been so kind and generous towards me. 💗 Two things I long to be (and hope others can say is true about me) is that I am GENEROUS (with my life, my finances, my time) and GRATEFUL (noticing the small daily kindness shown just as well as a grand gesture). ⚡️ What (or who) is something (someone) you are #grateful for today? 💗 #lalalovelylife
- Taking time to write thank you notes, this afternoon. How could I resist a glittery gold heart when they seem to perfectly expresses the light and love that fills my heart for loved ones who have been so kind and generous towards me. 💗 Two things I long to be (and hope others can say is true about me) is that I am GENEROUS (with my life, my finances, my time) and GRATEFUL (noticing the small daily kindness shown just as well as a grand gesture). ⚡️ What (or who) is something (someone) you are #grateful for today? 💗 #lalalovelylife
- We celebrated 20 years the other day and today we celebrated the life of the man on the left--Sam Mayo, my husband's Uncle and my childhood pastor. 〰 Every morning, before school, I would get my mom to take me early so I could go to the sanctuary to pray and every morning there was Pastor Sam praying faithfully and fervently --He created a culture of prayer and taught so many others what a prayer life looked liked--by example. Every Sunday at church I watched him greet people as they came and as they left. He took time to talk with anyone and everyone. He visited the sick in the hospitals and new visitors at their homes. He was a true Shepherd. I remember him teaching, often, about integrity but more than a sermon we saw the definition in action, a life lived with integrity. 〰 I thank God, so often, for being planted in the house that I was (I am still planted in the same church home and the guy on the right in our wedding photo is now my family's pastor). I was given a solid and strong foundation that has held me steady through many of life's storms. (And, because the Mayo's were my pastors, I met my husband ❤️ and have four precious children). 〰 Don't ever underestimate the importance of being planted in the house of God and planting your children at a young age. The promise is that they will flourish like well-nurtured plants and be like graceful pillars. My children have a rich heritage, by family and because they are planted in the house of God. 〰 “May our sons flourish in their youth like well-nurtured plants. May our daughters be like graceful pillars, carved to beautify a palace.” ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭144:12‬ ‭NLT‬‬ 〰 Thank you Pastor Sam for your humble heart, for going after the one--being a true shepherd, for teaching a generation of leaders how to pray and have a prayer life, for your integrity and for being a pillar of the faith in my life. Your legacy lives on. #AmenAmenandAmen #Integrity+Endurance=God'sKindofLegend
- We celebrated 20 years the other day and today we celebrated the life of the man on the left--Sam Mayo, my husband& #39;s Uncle and my childhood pastor. 〰 Every morning, before school, I would get my mom to take me early so I could go to the sanctuary to pray and every morning there was Pastor Sam praying faithfully and fervently --He created a culture of prayer and taught so many others what a prayer life looked liked--by example. Every Sunday at church I watched him greet people as they came and as they left. He took time to talk with anyone and everyone. He visited the sick in the hospitals and new visitors at their homes. He was a true Shepherd. I remember him teaching, often, about integrity but more than a sermon we saw the definition in action, a life lived with integrity. 〰 I thank God, so often, for being planted in the house that I was (I am still planted in the same church home and the guy on the right in our wedding photo is now my family& #39;s pastor). I was given a solid and strong foundation that has held me steady through many of life& #39;s storms. (And, because the Mayo& #39;s were my pastors, I met my husband ❤️ and have four precious children). 〰 Don& #39;t ever underestimate the importance of being planted in the house of God and planting your children at a young age. The promise is that they will flourish like well-nurtured plants and be like graceful pillars. My children have a rich heritage, by family and because they are planted in the house of God. 〰 “May our sons flourish in their youth like well-nurtured plants. May our daughters be like graceful pillars, carved to beautify a palace.” ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭144:12‬ ‭NLT‬‬ 〰 Thank you Pastor Sam for your humble heart, for going after the one--being a true shepherd, for teaching a generation of leaders how to pray and have a prayer life, for your integrity and for being a pillar of the faith in my life. Your legacy lives on. #AmenAmenandAmen #Integrity +Endurance=God& #39;sKindofLegend
- We celebrated 20 years the other day and today we celebrated the life of the man on the left--Sam Mayo, my husband's Uncle and my childhood pastor. 〰 Every morning, before school, I would get my mom to take me early so I could go to the sanctuary to pray and every morning there was Pastor Sam praying faithfully and fervently --He created a culture of prayer and taught so many others what a prayer life looked liked--by example. Every Sunday at church I watched him greet people as they came and as they left. He took time to talk with anyone and everyone. He visited the sick in the hospitals and new visitors at their homes. He was a true Shepherd. I remember him teaching, often, about integrity but more than a sermon we saw the definition in action, a life lived with integrity. 〰 I thank God, so often, for being planted in the house that I was (I am still planted in the same church home and the guy on the right in our wedding photo is now my family's pastor). I was given a solid and strong foundation that has held me steady through many of life's storms. (And, because the Mayo's were my pastors, I met my husband ❤️ and have four precious children). 〰 Don't ever underestimate the importance of being planted in the house of God and planting your children at a young age. The promise is that they will flourish like well-nurtured plants and be like graceful pillars. My children have a rich heritage, by family and because they are planted in the house of God. 〰 “May our sons flourish in their youth like well-nurtured plants. May our daughters be like graceful pillars, carved to beautify a palace.” ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭144:12‬ ‭NLT‬‬ 〰 Thank you Pastor Sam for your humble heart, for going after the one--being a true shepherd, for teaching a generation of leaders how to pray and have a prayer life, for your integrity and for being a pillar of the faith in my life. Your legacy lives on. #AmenAmenandAmen #Integrity+Endurance=God'sKindofLegend
- A couple of weeks ago I mentioned I might do a post on organzation and well, it's live! Every fall I feel the urge to get better organized (I think it has something to do with all the school supplies 🤷🏼‍♀️). I decided this year to incorporate a few tips and tricks from days as an executive assisstant. Link in profile for my organization tips for the home. 〰 What is one of your favorite ways to stay organized at home? #lalalovelyhome 〰 And some fave organizing products 👇🏼 http://liketk.it/2szn8 #liketkit @liketoknow.it
- A couple of weeks ago I mentioned I might do a post on organzation and well, it& #39;s live! Every fall I feel the urge to get better organized (I think it has something to do with all the school supplies 🤷🏼‍♀️). I decided this year to incorporate a few tips and tricks from days as an executive assisstant. Link in profile for my organization tips for the home. 〰 What is one of your favorite ways to stay organized at home? #lalalovelyhome 〰 And some fave organizing products 👇🏼 http://liketk.it/2szn8 #liketkit @liketoknow.it
- A couple of weeks ago I mentioned I might do a post on organzation and well, it's live! Every fall I feel the urge to get better organized (I think it has something to do with all the school supplies 🤷🏼‍♀️). I decided this year to incorporate a few tips and tricks from days as an executive assisstant. Link in profile for my organization tips for the home. 〰 What is one of your favorite ways to stay organized at home? #lalalovelyhome 〰 And some fave organizing products 👇🏼 http://liketk.it/2szn8 #liketkit @liketoknow.it
- Quiet can be loud. It's been a loud summer in which I've had to be quiet. Usually quiet is solace for me. Only this summer it was kind of screeching. When I'd look for quiet from the literal, kid, loud, I was left with the noise-making in my brain. Can you relate? And so I found I had to be even more quiet with my life. 〰 I wrote a post (link in profile) and am passing out permission to go quiet - as needed. 〰 Do not be afraid to make the space. To go silent. To put your energy into the basics–mothering, your job, your spouse, your friends…and let the rest sit. It will marinate and when you have margin it will be there ready for you. #lalalovelylife
- Quiet can be loud. It& #39;s been a loud summer in which I& #39;ve had to be quiet. Usually quiet is solace for me. Only this summer it was kind of screeching. When I& #39;d look for quiet from the literal, kid, loud, I was left with the noise-making in my brain. Can you relate? And so I found I had to be even more quiet with my life. 〰 I wrote a post (link in profile) and am passing out permission to go quiet - as needed. 〰 Do not be afraid to make the space. To go silent. To put your energy into the basics–mothering, your job, your spouse, your friends…and let the rest sit. It will marinate and when you have margin it will be there ready for you. #lalalovelylife
- Quiet can be loud. It's been a loud summer in which I've had to be quiet. Usually quiet is solace for me. Only this summer it was kind of screeching. When I'd look for quiet from the literal, kid, loud, I was left with the noise-making in my brain. Can you relate? And so I found I had to be even more quiet with my life. 〰 I wrote a post (link in profile) and am passing out permission to go quiet - as needed. 〰 Do not be afraid to make the space. To go silent. To put your energy into the basics–mothering, your job, your spouse, your friends…and let the rest sit. It will marinate and when you have margin it will be there ready for you. #lalalovelylife

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