Stress & Comfort Food

As a young child (12 years old) I remember wondering what it would be like to be stressed.  I never thought I would be stressed....psh....stress was for everyone BUT me.  Hmm...I was so wrong.  Over the past week free time has been nonexistent.  Each day is basically a 20 hour work day.  I wake up, go to school, sit through meetings periodically throughout the day, then meetings after school, go home, spend the early afternoon writing, eat a roll or something quick, then it's calculus, ednet comes next, sbo responsibilities distract me from all of the previously listed so I redo it, by this time it's 11 pm, and I'm not even half way through my "to do" list.  It's a vicious cycle that leaves me tired and always on the brink of a cold.  Thank heavens for Airborne!

In the select few moments each day that I relax I enjoy my "comfort food".  The cheesy texts I get nearly each night from a certain set of twins, long talks with a fellow sbo, my little brother begging me to take "photo booth" pictures with him,being Courtney's test dummy for her baking experiments, reading letters, laughing with my mom, and curling up with my snuggies for quick nap, all make the stress go away, even if it's for just a few minutes.  Those moments are my "comfort food".  They won't make me gain weight or break out from excessive chocolate consumption, however, they will relieve the stress and make it all worth it.  I cherish my family and friends, for it is them that keeps my world going 'round.

Ooodles of love,

Chelsea 

Simplicity

My first blog.  What do you write about in a first blog?  Should I ramble about my newness to blogging?  For fear of overdoing it I will keep it simple.

Over the long weekend I read one of the best books I have read in awhile.  It's titled Promise Me and was written by Richard Paul Evens.  It would be absolutely horrible of me to give anything away, but it made me appreciate the simple things in life.  As I am writing this post by the warm glow of the fireplace snuggled up with my snuggie, I am grateful for simplicity.  The holiday season, my brother's pirate imitation, and the gentle snowflakes that I wish were falling right now bring my focus back to the little things.  Those in need of a good book, refer to the one listed above ^ and may you cherish simplicity.

Oodles of love,
Chelsea