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December Daily 2017 | @marybethhancher-2-18

December 27, 2017

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Marybeth

INFJ + Type 4, Joy-Seeker, Jesus-Follower, & Advocate for Autism. Read more in my bio! Thanks so much for joining me here!

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"Instead of saying 'I don't have time' try saying

"Instead of saying 'I don't have time' try saying 'it's not a priority,' and see how that feels." -Laura Vanderkam.Dang it. 😅 I hate quotes like this, but only because they call me out. I really just wanted to post a picture of this adorable alarm clock that Nadia wanted & purchased herself after earning some cash (hooray paid labor! 🤣), but I figured I should say something other than "Look at this cute clock" although that also would've been an appropriate caption that would take far less time to write. But, you know, this is all about making time. That being said, I wanted to say that I value my little community here online, and I realize I've been terrible about reciprocating the love I've been given or even appropriately responding to your comments. I know that's one of my less than desirable qualities along with frequent self-absorption. Those that love me understand my level of introversion and my need for space and quiet and my aversion to phone calls (if you're one of the few who have actually talked to me on the phone, you know you've got a special place in my heart 😂) but they keep loving me anyways, even if it takes me months to respond. They laugh and call me out on it in a joking way because being sensitive is also one of my traits. 😉 I appreciate that but also know how frustrating it must be. And here on IG, I don't want you all to ever think I don't care about your comments or DMs or even your double taps. I do. More than you know. There's a part of the manifesto in my writing group (@hopewriters) that says, "We build benches not platforms" and truthfully, that's all I've ever wanted. I don't wish for a large following where I feel the pressure to perform and can't keep up with those beside me. And that's what I want. People sitting beside me, park bench style-- talking, laughing, sharing snacks & stories and so much love. So I'll be making the time (seriously blocking out time in my planner) to connect better because building friendships are a priority to me. Capeesh? 😉But really, isn't this clock crazy cute? 😍.P.S. Just learned that word is spelled "capisce" but we Americans mess up all the things & don't recognize it otherwise. Lol

You know, like I was saying earlier. ✌

You know, like I was saying earlier. ✌

Once upon a time there was a mom with faulty visio

Once upon a time there was a mom with faulty vision. She was always seeing a reflection that was too big, too small, too squishy, too boney, too frizzy, too frumpy, too (me)..Then along came some affirming voices of reason who said all the right things, made her feel all the right ways, and fed her a smorgasbord of compliments. None of it was absorbed for long because by the time she passed another mirror or snapped another photo, she had already found another flaw..And finally, she grew tired. Tired of self-loathing. Tired of disordered eating. Tired of getting so close to fitting the "right" mold but always falling short. And she was tired of seeing a look of sadness hit her husbands eye when he found her struggling to just be happy with the woman he loved so damn much..So she quit. She quit measuring her food and her waistline. She quit following a strict schedule and moved her body in ways that felt better than force. She quit looking at numbers and began to see her curves as a gift. Her man did always appreciate that booty like whoa. 😉.When she asked her daughter why she took this picture of her from behind, her sweet girl replied, "Because you look beautiful." And do you know what she did then?.She chose to believe her. ❤.Befriend yourselves, friends. I beg you. It's a MUCH happier life when you choose to stop the fight and learn to love your beautiful bodies even while you work on them to be stronger and healthier. Obsessive diet culture and searching for skinny is killing us. Mentally. You are worth more than the size of your waistband, and so am I. Dare to believe it. Much love to you! 💕.#antidietculture #normalizenormalbodies #allbodiesaregoodbodies

I'm sad today. Pretty paper helps. And small kitty

I'm sad today. Pretty paper helps. And small kitty cat notebooks. 😉.#flowmagazine #flowbookforpaperlovers #catmomlife

I found this photo on my phone today. I took it a

I found this photo on my phone today. I took it a few weeks back while my parents were visiting, and although I cannot remember what my mama wrote in that sidewalk chalk, I had to smile a bit. Because here is Natasha, arms out, hands open, looking at the word happy. It's essentially a picture of the exact thing I've been doing for days. Standing, running, sitting, dancing, reading, resting, searching the world for the happy..The morning after we said goodbye to Nanaki, I couldn't stay home. It was raining and pretty gloomy outside, but inside was worse. I lifted my head in a sigh and said to the girls, "Alright. Let's go. We gotta get out of here and do something." Nadia has learned to love these spontaneous moments, likely because she knows it almost always involves making a pit stop for a treat, but still she asked where we were headed. "We're going on a joy drive." Up and at 'em..Before navigating the quiet roads that lead from one farm to the next, we stopped at the fruit farm around the corner of our house. I ran in quickly and grabbed a bag of their apple donuts. Then we drove off, me with the bag on my lap, passing a donut to each girl, all of us savoring every bite. We slowed down to admire the acres of wildflowers and resisted the urge to pull over and run free, picking them for ourselves. Cause they're pretty where they are and the bees need them more. We watched a breeze blow waves in the cornfields, birds flying in formation, and we briefly rolled the windows down to chase the wind. Nadia mentioned pancakes and bananas in the same sentence which led me to cover the Jack Johnson song that I haven't heard in at least a decade but still know every word to. The girls giggled and so did I. As we neared town, we saw a brother and sister splashing in a rain puddle, and much to my delight, they waved as we drove by. Nadia and I enthusiastically smiled and waved back. Sweet babes..Over and over. Joy everywhere, all because I kept my eyes open and arms wide. In desperate times, I cling like mad to the happy. And then I wonder why on earth I don't live like this every single day..I'll never regret a joy drive. Try it sometime, eh? ❤

Nanaki (Red XIII) August 28, 2019 - July 31, 2020

Nanaki (Red XIII)August 28, 2019 - July 31, 2020.Facebook lets me be more long winded, so I took screenshots of my post and am sharing them here. So if you care to read, please swipe..I'll share some of my favorite Nanaki photos in my stories/cat highlights. I'm in pain. But I can feel your love being poured into my empty cup. I can't thank you enough. ❤

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