“To be mature you have to realize what you value most. It is extraordinary to discover that comparatively few people reach this level of maturity. They seem never to have paused to consider what has value for them. They spend great effort and sometimes make great sacrifices for values that, fundamentally, meet no real needs of their own. Perhaps they have imbibed the values of their particular profession or job, of their community or their neighbors, of their parents or family. Not to arrive at a clear understanding of one’s own values is a tragic waste. You have missed the whole point of what life is for.”
- Eleanor Roosevelt
I receive Gretchen Rubin’s daily Moment of Happiness email in my inbox each morning. Yesterday’s message was the above quote by Eleanor Roosevelt. I spent the whole day thinking back on it and trying to consider whether I’m prioritizing the things I value most. The idea also reminded me of something I heard before about personal finances, and how your spending habits serve as a reflection of what you’re prioritizing in your life, consciously or otherwise.
Hi!! Lauren and I got to spend the weekend together after being apart for 6 months. We had a great weekend full of shower and bachelorette time with our soon to be sister-in-law, so we decided to share some pictures from our weekend for this week’s Picturesque. Enjoy the week!
Us at Kelley’s shower
Dress up at our Mom Mom’s beach house.
All the girls in Huron.
This weekend is full of partying! We have our soon to be sister-in-laws shower and bachelorette. It is going to be a blast. I never considered myself much of a creative party planner, but I am turning a new leaf and there are aspects that I have really enjoyed. Most importantly, my little brother is getting married to the girl of his dreams and it warms my heart.
…and no party is complete without a little dance music.
Around this time last year, I was in Peru with my family and on the beginning of our trip around the world. Sometimes it feels like the trip was all a dream – that it never happened to me. But then, I receive a Facebook message from someone I met in India or see a friend I met in Bali. It is in those moments that I am reminded how my world has changed and gotten so much smaller.
The one where I’ve climbed to the top of a steep outdoor staircase, the others in line behind me, and it’s my turn to transfer onto the wobbly, metal platform adjacent to the stairs. Most of them are encouraging me, even cheering me on. But I’m stalling and anxious until, at an unpredictable moment, I clumsily make the transition. Once I’ve reached the other side, the only one who acted impatient and unsupportive started telling the rest of us who we were & what she thought of us. To me she said, “You are the same as me.” This was certainly not a compliment and I didn’t receive it as such.
When I woke, still aware of the terror I felt by the height of the stairs and the unsteadiness of the metal platform, as well as my indignance at her words, I thought of my family and the saying we learned together: First you mock the position, then you’re in the position.
I am home.
There is something so dainty and girlie about my childhood bedroom that I never fully resonated with until I got a bit older. It is funny how now, at a time when I care about design and aesthetics, I fully feel at ease in the room that has been mine my entire life.
Though there were times when I cursed the wallpaper while blasting Bush or dying my hair with Kool-Aid – it is now in my adult life that I fully embrace the softness that comes up in me when I am in this room.