Jade.postpartum

Oscar is now 6 months old and last night I spent some time reflecting on those 6 months. It’s strange because on one hand it feels like it’s gone so quickly and I’m shocked he’s already half a year old! On the other it’s been the slowest and most challenging 6 months of my life 😅 I like journaling because putting my thoughts on paper causes me to reflect more deeply and look for purpose and meaning to the events and circumstances of my life. When I’m writing in my actual journal I like to flick back and compare my situation with my last entry and see how much has changed. Last night I was thinking about my happiness and how lately I haven’t been as happy as I’d like to be. I know that life has ups and downs and we shouldn’t expect to be happy all the time, however, I do think that we have a certain level of control when it comes to our individual happiness. I read a book once that lists 5 things we should do each day to keep us happy: 🙂 Connect with those around you, and recogni

I’ve been thinking a lot about what topic I should blog about next. Every idea I get I dismiss. I don’t know enough about that subject...nobody wants to hear about that...I’m struggling to think of something that I think people will enjoy or relate to. I think I’ve become a bit too focused on the audience and their opinions which wasn’t meant to be the main focus of this exercise. I wanted to be able to just start writing down my thoughts and feelings and for it to be an open book... for people to read and comment on if they choose. I started this blog because I felt like there wasn’t enough people being honest and showing a true representation of their lives on social media. Yet I find myself reading and rereading my blogs to make sure I haven’t offended anyone... to make sure I don’t sound like I’m complaining too much... cutting out parts that I think people will judge me on. Basically editing my blog to make it picture perfect and exactly what I didn’t want it to be 😅 I’m sittin

I remember my first day of high school so clearly. Hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and wearing soccer shorts and sneakers (even though I wasn’t sporty 🤷‍♀️). I think I even had a nice big pimple on my face... ohh the joys of puberty 😂 I was excited but equally terrified. All of us new students were gathered together in the school gym. My best friends from primary school had gone to different high schools so I found myself desperately scanning the group for a familiar face. I spotted two girls I knew, so I gravitated towards them and they became my first high school friends. My first 2 years of high school I was very shy and reserved. I was a bit of a “nerd”, a straight A student. My two friends were more confident and had bigger personalities than me and we really didn’t have much in common...I found myself becoming quieter and shrinking even more. I didn’t like the person I was becoming. I didn’t want to be known as “the shy girl”. As much as I wanted to change I just didn

Most (if not all) of you who know me will know that I’m a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints (Mormon). Growing up,  I think I was the only Mormon at my school (besides my brothers). I wasn’t afraid or embarrassed to let people know, but I didn’t parade it around either. Especially as a teenager, being a member of the church and actively following my beliefs made me pretty “uncool” and I probably did stand out a bit because there were a lot of things that “everyone” was doing that I wasn’t.  I think for a lot of people who have grown up in religious families, those teenage years are really when you start to think for yourself and question your beliefs. Religious or not, its in our teenage years that we really begin to figure out who we are and what’s important to us. For me I think it was probably around the age of 15 that I “gained my testimony” which is a phrase used a lot at church but probably sounds strange to someone outside of it. Basically it means tha

I definitely don’t feel like I’m the best person to talk to about this subject 😂 I’ve never really known “what I want to be when I grow up”... except for being a mum. That was all I knew for sure. Over the years I’ve been interested in but haven’t properly pursued: 🔸Interior decorating 🔸Photography 🔸Childcare work 🔸Mental Health support work 🔸Teacher’s aide There are some people who just * know* what they want to do in life and what career they want to have and are so passionate and driven towards it and I am not one of those people. I feel as though I always change my mind and haven’t stuck it out with any of the above career paths. After having Oscar a question I’ve been asked a lot is “when will you go back to work?” My previous job as a receptionist at a Physio is probably not an option for me anymore so I have been thinking a lot about what comes next for me. What am I passionate about? What do I do well? What is something I will enjoy and feel satisfied doing? I kno

This week I had an in depth conversation with a good friend of mine on this topic so it felt fitting to blog about it while those thoughts are fresh in my mind...We talked about diets and losing weight, self love and body dysmorphia. This topic I imagine will be a touchy one for a lot of people, I know it definitely is for me! I think I’ve had issues with the way I look from as young as 9 or 10 but as I grew older the worse my self image became. I don’t think I could pin point the cause of it but the main focus of my dislike towards my body was my weight. In my mind I have always been overweight and “not skinny enough”. I was always envious of my friends who had slim figures and seemed to be able to eat whatever they pleased without any effect on their appearance. Whereas I could easily gain a few kilos a week without much effort. My weight has gone up and down like a yo-yo basically my whole life and it has had a huge effect on my self esteem. The times in my life where I’ve felt