About Livy

There’s so much pressure today to be extraordinary.  To be the best at something, to stand out in a crowd. To have a perfect home, perfect body, perfect marriage, perfect kids, perfect job.

I’m embarrassed to admit that I struggle with this.  But in that search for perfection, I’m learning a few things.

One, it’s an impossible way to live.

And two, I’m too ordinary for all that.

Trying so hard to be extraordinary or perfect has left people alone, afraid, overwhelmed and  invulnerable.

I understand those feelings.  It’s hard to be confident in who I am; just as I am, when it seems all around me, people have it all together.

But in a quest to become more vulnerable, I’m seeing how insignificant the battle of “keeping up” really is.  And that the important things to me can’t always be measured. Relationships being at the very core of that…  relationship with the one who created me.  Relationship with those around me.

“in our culture weakness is synonymous with vulnerability.  Vulnerability is absolutely at the core of fear and anxiety and shame and very difficult emotions…. but it is also the birthplace of joy, of love, of belonging, of creativity, and of faith.” Author Brene Brown

I try so hard to avoid negative emotions; those feelings of fear and shame.  But really, we all experience them.  And all those emotions; negative and positive are what connect me to others.

I’m almost 34 and still figuring out who I am.  I’m still learning to be vulnerable.  Every new phase/stage of life brings me something new to learn about myself, about this world, and about the Creator.  I hope to never stop learning.

Everyone has a story to tell and I think life is much sweeter and easier to get through when it’s shared with others.  This blog is my attempt at sharing.

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A few fun facts:

I don’t like pizza.

I eat too much candy.

I drive fast.

I love working in my yard.

Most nights of the week, I get my kids all riled up while going to “tuck them in”. (This drives Tim crazy)

I’m a homebody.

I wake up in the morning thinking about my cup of coffee.

I love being a mom and that (so far) I’ve been able to stay home with my kids.

I run for my mental health, not my physical health.

I married an amazing man, who despite ALL my flaws loves me like I’m the best thing that ever happened to him.

I never question myself… do I?

I love home projects.  Well, I love dreaming up the projects and then bossing Tim around.

I delete people from my fb friends list when they start to annoy me.  

I don’t really have a sense of fashion.  Hence the puffy vests and sweatshirts.

I play soccer.  Maybe not well; but I play.

I chew multiple pieces of gum at a time.

I can be lazy.  And a workaholic.  It just depends on the day.

I read. A lot. My family calls me “bookworm” or “bookie” or “book bookie book”.