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  • A Note From 20 Years of Marriage: Don’t Lose Your Friends

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    Here’s another note from 20 years of marriage.

    And this one is about something I wish I had understood much earlier:

    Don’t lose yourself trying to be the perfect wife, mother, and caretaker.

    I was so focused on being the best wife I could be.

    The best mother.

    The best homemaker.

    The best supporter.

    The person making sure everybody had what they needed.

    I thought I was doing exactly what I was supposed to do.

    So I gave my family my time.

    My attention.

    My energy.

    My focus.

    And somewhere along the way…

    I gave up my friendships too.

    Now, let me make something clear because I know how the internet works. Also as I stated in my previous video this has nothing to do with my husband. These are all things that were self inflicted. (I’ll discuss where that came from in a later post.) He actually wanted my to have friends, go out, and enjoy myself.

    I’m not talking about keeping inappropriate friendships or friendships that disrespect your marriage.

    When it came to male friends, I was very intentional about making sure my husband never had to question my friendships, wonder about my intentions, or have to discern whether someone had motives that weren’t appropriate.

    For me, my husband’s security and peace mattered.

    So I made decisions around that.

    And honestly, I still believe boundaries matter tremendously in marriage.

    But somewhere along the way, I took that idea of protecting my marriage and applied it to everything.

    And female friendships?

    Most of mine were out of state.

    And instead of nurturing those friendships, I slowly convinced myself that I didn’t really need them.

    I had my husband.

    I had my children.

    I had my home.

    I had my responsibilities.

    I had plenty to do.

    And somewhere in my mind, I had created this strange little belief that I didn’t really deserve to go have fun.

    I was a wife.

    I was a mom.

    I had responsibilities.

    Why did I need to be out doing this or that?

    So I stayed home.

    And stayed home.

    And stayed home.

    And eventually, I realized something.

    My husband cannot be my entire social world.

    And neither can my children.

    And that’s not because they aren’t enough.

    It’s because one person isn’t supposed to fulfill every role in your life.

    Your husband is your husband.

    Your children are your children.

    Your friends are your friends.

    Your community is your community.

    And those relationships can fulfill different parts of you.

    There are things you talk about with your girlfriends that you aren’t necessarily going to talk about with your husband.

    There are things you laugh about with your friends that might not be funny to your husband.

    There are experiences, hobbies, interests and conversations that exist outside of marriage.

    And that’s okay.

    Actually…

    It’s healthy.

    Now that I’m in my 40s, I understand how important having a good group of women around you really is.

    Not a huge group.

    Not 50 people.

    Not a social calendar packed seven days a week.

    Just your people.

    The women you can call when you’ve had one of those days.

    The friend you can laugh with until your stomach hurts.

    The one you can talk to about marriage and motherhood.

    The one who shares your love of books.

    The one who wants to go shopping.

    The one who understands your career goals.

    The one who doesn’t need a 45-minute explanation because she already knows you.

    And sometimes?

    You just need somebody who isn’t your husband.

    That doesn’t make your marriage weak.

    It makes you human.

    I think one of the biggest mistakes I made was believing that being completely devoted to my family meant I had to completely disappear as an individual.

    It doesn’t.

    And here’s the part I want younger women to hear:

    Marriage should add to your identity, not erase it.

    You can be deeply in love with your husband and still have girlfriends.

    You can be an amazing mother and still go out.

    You can prioritize your marriage and still have hobbies.

    You can build a beautiful home and still build a community.

    You can be committed to your family and still have a life that belongs to you.

    And yes, boundaries are necessary.

    Every marriage is different.

    Every couple has different expectations.

    Have those conversations.

    Know what respect looks like in your marriage.

    Protect your relationship.

    But don’t confuse protecting your marriage with isolating yourself.

    Those are two very different things.

    Because I’m learning now that the woman who entered my marriage 20 years ago deserved to keep growing too.

    She deserved friendships.

    She deserved community.

    She deserved laughter.

    She deserved experiences.

    She deserved to have interests that had nothing to do with being a wife or mother.

    And I’m not beating myself up over it.

    Because hindsight is 20/20.

    I’m just taking the lesson and passing it forward.

    That’s what this entire series is about.

    Not telling you how to run your marriage.

    Not pretending I have all the answers.

    Just a woman looking back at 20 years and saying:

    “Girl…here’s what I learned.”

    A Note for Today

    Don’t lose your individuality in the name of being a good wife or mother.

    Nurture your marriage.

    Love your family.

    Show up for the people you love.

    But keep your friendships. Build your community. Have your interests. Laugh. Get dressed. Go somewhere. Call your girlfriends.

    You were a whole person before you became someone’s wife.

    You were a whole person before you became someone’s mother.

    And you’re still a whole person now.

    Marriage doesn’t require you to disappear.

    It requires two people who continue to grow.

    Until the next note,
    Your Resident Overthinker

  • A Note From 20 Years of Marriage: When You Stop Spending on Yourself

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    Here’s another note from 20 years of marriage that I didn’t understand until much later.

    In my last post, I talked about financial independence and how, as a young stay-at-home mom, I stopped earning my own money.

    But there was another part of that story I didn’t talk about.

    Because I wasn’t earning the money, I convinced myself I didn’t deserve to spend it.

    Nobody told me that.

    My husband never told me that.

    Actually, quite the opposite.

    He has always been an amazing provider, and there were plenty of times he encouraged me to buy something for myself.

    This was my own thinking.

    And looking back, I realize how much it affected me.

    I would tell myself that as long as I had the basics, I was fine.

    I had what I needed for my daily hygiene.

    I had clothes.

    I had food.

    The kids had everything they needed.

    My husband had everything he needed.

    So why would I need anything else?

    Makeup?

    I’d get the cheaper one.

    Clothes?

    I could do without them.

    Something I wanted?

    I’d talk myself out of it.

    I became really good at making sure everyone else had what they needed while convincing myself that I didn’t need much at all.

    And then there was the vacation situation.

    This happened more than once.

    We’d be getting ready to pack for vacation.

    I’d go through the kids’ clothes.

    Make sure everybody had everything.

    Make sure everything was packed.

    Then my husband would get his things together, and because he always wanted me to check his stuff too, I’d make sure he was good.

    Everybody was ready.

    Everybody had outfits.

    Everybody was going to look cute.

    And then it was time for me.

    And I would literally stand there thinking…

    What am I going to wear?

    I couldn’t piece together an outfit.

    Not because we couldn’t afford one.

    Not because my husband wouldn’t have bought me something.

    But because somewhere along the way, I had convinced myself that spending money on me wasn’t necessary.

    And THAT was my red light.

    I remember thinking:

    “Wait a minute…”

    I have made sure everyone in this house is going to look clean, presentable, comfortable and attractive.

    And I have nothing.

    How did that happen?

    And I’m not talking about today’s social media version of self-care where we’re watching shopping hauls, matcha runs, Pilates classes, nail appointments, hair appointments, skincare routines and beauty treatments all day long.

    I’m not saying you need any of those things.

    I’m saying you shouldn’t have to completely disappear from your own life either.

    There’s a difference.

    And this is something I really want young women and young moms to understand.

    Being a stay-at-home mom can be a beautiful thing.

    Being a homemaker can be fulfilling.

    Taking care of your family can be something you’re incredibly proud of.

    But don’t make yourself so small in the process that you stop participating in your own life.

    You deserve the dress too.

    You deserve the makeup.

    You deserve the nice lotion.

    You deserve the coffee.

    You deserve to go somewhere and have something nice to wear.

    You deserve to develop a hobby.

    You deserve to have interests.

    You deserve to have something that makes you feel pretty.

    And no, I’m not saying go out and spend money you don’t have.

    Please don’t send me the bill. 😂

    I’m saying budget for yourself too.

    Put yourself in the family budget.

    Don’t wait until everyone else has everything they need before you decide whether there’s anything left over for you.

    Because here’s what I learned:

    When I wasn’t earning money, I started confusing not earning money with not contributing.

    And those are NOT the same thing.

    I was raising children.

    Managing a household.

    Cooking.

    Cleaning.

    Planning.

    Organizing.

    Supporting my husband.

    Keeping an entire little ecosystem running.

    That was work.

    It just wasn’t receiving a paycheck.

    And because I didn’t have a paycheck attached to what I was doing, I somehow started feeling like I had to justify wanting anything for myself.

    That wasn’t fair to me.

    And it wasn’t something my husband was asking me to do.

    I did that to myself.

    That’s why this is not a husband-bashing post.

    It’s actually the opposite.

    Sometimes the person standing between you and the life you want is…you.

    And that can be a hard thing to admit.

    But it’s also empowering.

    Because if you’re the one holding yourself back, you can also be the one who decides to stop.

    So if you’re a young mom reading this and you’re dreaming about being a stay-at-home mom, I’m not here to discourage you.

    Go for it if that’s what works for your family.

    But before you do, have an honest conversation with yourself.

    How will you maintain your identity?

    How will you maintain your skills?

    How will you maintain some financial independence?

    How will you make sure you are still participating in your own life?

    And perhaps most importantly:

    Will you allow yourself to receive?

    Because taking care of everyone doesn’t mean you have to come last.

    And being a homemaker doesn’t mean you have to become invisible.

    A Note for Today

    Don’t confuse not earning a paycheck with not contributing—and don’t make yourself so busy taking care of everyone else that you forget to take care of you.

    You are part of the family you’re taking care of.

    Make sure you include yourself in the care.

    Until the next note,
    Your Resident Overthinker

  • A Note From 20 Years of Marriage: Don’t Give Up Your Financial Independence

    A Note From the Resident Overthinker

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    Twenty years of marriage will have you thinking about a few things.

    As my husband and I get ready to celebrate 20 years of marriage, I’ve been reflecting on the things I’ve learned along the way. Some lessons were intentional. Some I learned the hard way. Some took years for me to understand.

    And because I’m a self-proclaimed girls’ girl, I want to pass some of these notes along to younger women—and honestly, to women my age too.

    These won’t be in any particular order because, well…that’s not really how my overthinking mind works.

    But this one has been on my mind a lot lately.

    Don’t give up your financial independence.

    Let me tell you how I ended up here.

    I graduated from college, got married, and within about a year, we were expecting our first child.

    Then my husband received an opportunity with a Fortune 500 company.

    At the time, it made perfect sense for me to stay home.

    We talked about it.

    We agreed it was the best decision for our family.

    And let’s be honest—this was 20 years ago, and childcare wasn’t exactly cheap back then either.

    So I dove into being a stay-at-home mom.

    And when I say I dove in, honey, I dove IN.

    I was 25 years old and became the quintessential homemaker.

    Cooking.

    Cleaning.

    Taking care of the kids.

    Taking care of the house.

    Making sure my husband didn’t have to worry about anything when he walked through that door.

    And our household worked.

    We were flowing.

    Things were good.

    I took pride in being a wife and mother, and I still do.

    But somewhere along the way, I gave up something I didn’t realize I would eventually miss.

    My financial independence.

    I wasn’t working.

    I wasn’t building a career.

    I didn’t have much happening on a résumé.

    And when my children eventually became school-age and I started thinking about what I wanted to do next, getting back into the workforce was much harder than I expected.

    I had experience.

    I had skills.

    I had spent years managing an entire household and raising children.

    But explaining that on a résumé?

    That’s a whole different conversation.

    And starting over after years away from the workforce can feel intimidating.

    Especially when you’re looking around thinking:

    Where do I even begin?

    That’s why, if I could go back and give my 25-year-old self one little note, this would be it:

    Keep something that’s yours.

    If you’re a stay-at-home mom and you love being home with your children, I’m not telling you to change that.

    If your husband makes significantly more money and your family has decided that staying home is what works best, I’m not telling you that’s wrong either.

    I’m telling you not to completely abandon your financial independence.

    Put a little money aside.

    Every week.

    Every month.

    Whatever works for your household.

    Build a savings account in your name.

    Learn about money.

    Learn about investing.

    Keep up with your skills.

    Take a class.

    Maintain a résumé.

    Find something that belongs to you.

    And no, I’m not saying you need to secretly stash money away from your husband.

    I’m saying know your financial situation and have some financial footing of your own.

    It doesn’t have to be thousands of dollars.

    It doesn’t even have to be hundreds of dollars at first.

    Start where you are.

    Because life has a funny way of changing.

    And something being good today doesn’t mean you shouldn’t prepare for tomorrow.

    Marriage can be wonderful.

    Being a mom can be wonderful.

    Being a homemaker can be wonderful.

    But you are still a woman outside of those roles.

    And I wish I had understood that earlier.

    I spent years making sure everyone else had what they needed.

    I’m learning now that making sure I have what I need isn’t selfish.

    It’s responsible.

    And that’s one of the things 20 years of marriage has taught me.

    A Note for Today

    Love your family. Build your marriage. Raise your babies. Create a beautiful home. But don’t completely lose yourself in the process.

    Keep a little piece of your independence.

    Keep learning.

    Keep growing.

    Keep something that’s yours.

    Because you never know what your next chapter will require from you.

    And apparently, after 20 years of marriage, I have quite a few more notes to share.

    This is only the first one.

    Until the next note,
    Your Resident Overthinker

  • One of the Hardest Things I’ve Learned as a Mom Is to Let Go

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    Here’s another random note from my overthinking mind.

    If you’re a mom, this one might resonate with you.

    Lately, I’ve found myself saying something to my husband over and over again.

    “I have to let them go.”

    Not forever.

    Just enough.

    Enough for them to grow.

    Enough for them to make their own decisions.

    Enough for them to learn lessons that I simply can’t learn for them.

    Our oldest is 20 and in college.

    The other two are in high school.

    And if I’m honest, they’re still my babies.

    I know…

    They’re probably rolling their eyes if they ever read this.

    But once you’re a mom, I don’t think that part ever changes.

    No matter how old they get, a part of you still sees the little faces that used to ask you for one more bedtime story.

    For years, being “Mom” meant solving problems.

    Finding missing shoes.

    Packing lunches.

    Helping with homework.

    Making appointments.

    Giving advice.

    Fixing things.

    Being the safety net.

    And somewhere along the way, I realized…

    I’ve become really good at catching them.

    Maybe a little too good.

    Because here’s the hard truth I’m learning.

    If I catch them every single time, they never learn how to catch themselves.

    Ouch.

    That one got me too.

    Now don’t get me wrong.

    I’m still their mom.

    I’m still cheering them on.

    I’m still praying for them.

    I’m still one phone call away.

    But I’m learning that loving them doesn’t always mean rescuing them.

    Sometimes love looks like stepping back.

    Letting them make the decision.

    Letting them experience the consequence.

    Letting them solve the problem.

    Even when every fiber of my being wants to jump in and fix it.

    Can we talk about how hard that is?

    Because nobody prepares you for this part of motherhood.

    We spend years teaching them to walk.

    Then one day we have to trust them to find their own path.

    That’s a different kind of courage.

    This isn’t parenting advice.

    I’m not an expert.

    I’m just a mom who’s learning, one season at a time.

    And maybe this note is for another mom who needs the reminder as much as I do.

    Your job was never to keep them from every mistake.

    Your job was to prepare them for life.

    Sometimes that means allowing them to make a decision you wouldn’t have made.

    Sometimes it means letting them experience disappointment.

    Sometimes it means watching from the sidelines instead of stepping onto the field.

    As much as I want to keep my babies close, I also want them to become capable adults.

    I want them to think for themselves.

    Trust themselves.

    Learn from life.

    And eventually become someone’s safe place the way I’ve tried to be theirs.

    So yes…

    I’ll probably still text them to make sure they ate.

    I’ll probably still ask if they have a jacket.

    Some things about motherhood never change.

    But I’m also learning to loosen my grip just enough to let them spread their wings.

    Because that’s what we raised them to do.

    A Note for Today

    One of the greatest gifts we can give our children is the confidence to live without needing us to solve everything for them.

    A Little Something To Think About:

    Is there one decision you’ve been making for your child that they’re ready to make themselves?

    Until the next note,

    Your Resident Overthinker

  • The Most Important Marriage Lesson I Learned Had Nothing to Do With My Husband

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    This may seem random.

    But if you’ve been here long enough, you know that’s usually how my thoughts work.

    One thought leads to another.

    A random observation becomes a life lesson.

    And before I know it, I’ve got a note to share.

    As my husband and I prepare to celebrate 20 years of marriage this fall, I’ve been reflecting on what I’ve learned over the years.

    Now before we go any further, let me make something clear.

    There is a lot of marriage content online.

    A lot.

    And I scroll past most of it faster than a cheetah chasing its next meal.

    Why?

    Because I’m only an expert in one marriage.

    Mine.

    Every relationship is different.

    Every couple is different.

    Every season is different.

    So this isn’t marriage advice.

    It’s simply an observation from one woman who has learned a few things along the way.

    And perhaps the most important thing I’ve learned is this:

    Don’t lose yourself while loving everyone else.

    When I got married, I gave it everything I had.

    My husband.

    My children.

    My home.

    My family.

    And honestly, I don’t regret that.

    I take pride in being a wife and a mother.

    Those roles matter deeply to me.

    But somewhere along the way, I stopped nurturing myself.

    I became a stay-at-home mom.

    My days revolved around everyone else’s needs.

    I wasn’t getting dressed.

    I wasn’t building hobbies.

    I wasn’t creating a life outside of my family.

    I didn’t have much adult interaction.

    In fact, I used to joke that I spent my days watching Barney and discussing dinosaur problems.

    Not exactly stimulating conversation.

    While everyone else was talking about careers, projects, goals, and office politics, I could tell you every Barney song by heart.

    And while there is absolutely nothing wrong with being a stay-at-home mom, I eventually realized something.

    I had become so focused on taking care of everyone else that I had stopped checking in with myself.

    Who was I outside of being a wife?

    Who was I outside of being a mom?

    What did I enjoy?

    What interested me?

    What made me feel alive?

    Those questions mattered.

    And for years, I overthought them.

    I felt guilty.

    How could I have a loving husband, healthy children, and a stable home and still want something for myself?

    Surely that meant I wasn’t grateful enough.

    Surely that meant something was wrong with me.

    But I know better now.

    Wanting something for yourself doesn’t take anything away from your family.

    You can prioritize your marriage and still nurture your individuality.

    You can love your children and still pursue your own interests.

    You can be devoted to your family and still have dreams, goals, hobbies, and ambitions.

    The two aren’t mutually exclusive.

    In fact, I think they complement each other.

    Because when you feel fulfilled as a person, you show up differently in every role you have.

    So if you’re a wife, a mother, or someone who has spent years pouring into everyone else, let this be your reminder:

    Find a hobby.

    Join a group.

    Build friendships.

    Start a side project.

    Take a class.

    Work part-time if you want to.

    Get dressed even if you’re staying home.

    Do something that reminds you that you’re a whole person, not just a role you play.

    You don’t have to choose between being a good wife and being yourself.

    You don’t have to choose between being a devoted mother and pursuing your own interests.

    You can do both.

    And the sooner you realize that, the less likely you are to lose yourself in the process.

    A Note for Today

    The healthiest relationships are built by two whole people, not one person carrying everyone else’s identity and forgetting their own.

    Until the next note,

    Your Resident Overthinker

  • I Guess This Is What Growth Feels Like

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    If you haven’t read the previous post, “You Don’t Need a Special Occasion to Become Her,” go give it a read first. It’ll make this story make a lot more sense. You Don’t Need a Special Occasion to Become Her

    So… remember the dress?

    The one I finally decided to wear because I promised myself I was going to stop waiting for a special occasion to become the woman I wanted to be.

    And remember the comment?

    “Why are you so dressed up?”

    A few years ago, that one little comment probably would’ve sent me into a full overthinking spiral.

    Maybe she has a point.

    Maybe I am doing too much.

    Maybe I should save the dresses.

    Maybe I should tone it down.

    Maybe…

    You know how we overthinkers do.

    But something interesting happened.

    Later that day, I was telling my husband about the conversation.

    And right in the middle of telling the story, I stopped myself and said,

    “You know what? I’m going to wear another dress.”

    We both laughed.

    But I meant it.

    Not to prove a point.

    Not to make a statement.

    Not because I was trying to be rebellious.

    Simply because I realized…

    I didn’t need permission.

    If someone thinks this is “dressed up,” then they’re really going to be surprised when I wear another one tomorrow.

    And that’s when it hit me.

    This wasn’t really about the dress.

    It was about growth.

    Because the old version of me would’ve let one comment become a permanent opinion.

    I would’ve quietly gone back to my comfort zone.

    Back to saving the dresses.

    Back to waiting.

    Back to blending in.

    But this version of me?

    She smiled.

    She acknowledged the comment.

    And then she kept becoming who she wanted to be anyway.

    That’s growth.

    Growth isn’t always loud.

    Sometimes it’s simply noticing that your reaction has changed.

    The situation stayed the same.

    The comment stayed the same.

    The only thing that changed…

    …was me.

    Maybe that’s how you know you’re healing.

    Not because people stop having opinions.

    But because their opinions stop deciding your next move.

    So let this be your little note today.

    Wear the dress.

    Start the business.

    Take the class.

    Wear the lipstick.

    Apply for the job.

    Speak up in the meeting.

    Show up as the version of yourself you’ve been quietly becoming.

    And if someone asks,

    “Why are you so dressed up?”

    Smile.

    Then do it again tomorrow.

    A Note for Today

    The moment other people’s opinions stop changing your decisions is often the moment real growth begins.

    A Little Something To Think About:

    What would you do differently if you stopped worrying about what other people might say?

    Until the next note,

    Your Resident Overthinker

    P.S. Tomorrow’s outfit has already been picked out. 😉