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Over thinker.

Lover of words.

Mother of Magical Beings.

Grieving daughter.

LGBTQ ally.

Terrified and unrelenting optimist.

Proponent of the F word, in all forms. (It is a many splendored thing.)

Owner of a bursting, bleeding heart.

Entrepreneur.

Noticer.

Grateful belly laugher.

Metaphor junkie.

Professional and indiscriminate weeper.

Wounded bird and Fiery Phoenix.

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This fall we had a pretty serious family crisis that rattled us thoroughly. So I did what any sane person would do and I threw a couple of cats at the problem. I mean, not literally...but I went to the local shelter and adopted two cats. Because that’s what one does when everyone is feeling overwhelmed by taking care of themselves and each other. She adds two more beings in need of care to the mix. Something about doing something to help improve someone (or something) else’s life circumstances, when you feel somewhat helpless to improve your own...it makes sense. In some convoluted way, it does. The black one is Birdie. He follows me around the house, and loves home improvement projects. If I’m painting, he’s up on the ladder with me. Yadi is the grey one. She’s very sweet and loving unless you try to pick her up...at which point she decides you are the devil and flees the scene immediately. I have to say they are the best knee-jerk, desperate decision I’ve made in a while. I’m not saying the cats fixed everything, but...yesterday both girls were home from school, feeling off, and I suggested we all take a nap. We all climbed into my bed and promptly fell asleep. When we woke up I noticed the cats had decided to keep us company. It warmed my heart. Sometimes, that’s enough. A little warm, quiet company. #dippedinit #cats #grateful #southkingstownanimalshelter #potterleagueforanimals #petadoption

“The braver I get the luckier I seem.” —Glennon Doyle #dippedinit #glennondoyle #untamed #whenwillthemailgethere #lucky #brave

When I moved into my new house, I converted what was a family room into my bedroom. There’s a little room off of that, which was a “guest room”. I really had (have) a dream of making this little room into a bathroom. I really miss the big claw foot tub in the house we had been renting for the past two years. The problem is...money. And also...money. So I made it into a walk in closet/office instead (read: dumping ground, also treadmill graveyard). And I figured it would be regelated to this sad state until I could afford to install that claw foot tub. Then...I thought about how while striving/dreaming IS important...perhaps sometimes it is equally important (more important?) for our mental health...to EMBRACE THE NOW. I thought—how can I use this space right now in a way that will bring me joy, and make me think less about the bathroom I don’t have? Behold—my reading den. I may never leave it. #dippedinit #readingspot #books #morebooks #embracenow #embracethenow #lovewhatis

Profanity alert! (Too late?) Listen...here’s what I’m learning...and it’s BIG. Fucking HUGE. It is equally important—and in some cases I dare say MORE important—to recognize what WE DO NOT WANT in our lives (and to recognize that which no longer serves us)—as it is to know what it IS we want, exactly. See it, name it, release it... Feel the lightness. See the possibilities open up. Sometimes it all starts with that first, “Oh, fuck no.” #dippedinit #whatwedontwant #ohfuckno #selfconfidence #newbeginnings #makespace

I walk out into the crisp February air, a new woman. Literally. My eyes well up as I look at the name on the temporary driver's license in my hands. Bethany Louise Harvey She's a person I have never been before. I was born Bethany Anne Harvey. I never loved that girl the way I should have. And my wedding had me so eager to become someone new. To be his. I try to remember what it felt like, walking out of the DMV back then, with his name on my license for the first time, but I can't recall. I imagine it would have been equally emotional...a bit thrilling. I belonged to someone, and here was proof! When we divorced, I didn't change my name back, mostly because of my kids. I was also two years into a new business where everyone knew me by my married name. I guess I didn't want to upset anyone by becoming someone new. But it happened anyway. I think...it happened the way it needed to. It took the time it took. Changing my name right when I got divorced felt hostile. Like I needed to obliterate the woman I had been, when what she needed was for me to learn to love her, deeply...and perhaps for the very first time. I needed to love her in order to release her, with grace and gratitude. Without shame. And I needed to learn that first and foremost, I will always belong to me. #dippedinit #divorce #rebirth #belonging #lifeafterdivorce #writersofinstagram #newme #newwoman

When you compliment a friend on their scarf and two months later they catch up with you in the carpool line at school and hand you the gift of a new scarf on a random Wednesday morning. ❤️ #dippedinit #ilovethisshit #gratitude #blessthenoticers #randomgifts @tamarahfaust

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