Purpose

God knocked me down a peg tonight. Since C redid my website and I got out there and hustled on Instagram, I’ve gotten a few new followers. It’s not many, but I got excited to see my little blog space growing and reaching new people.

I had a completely different blog ready to publish tonight. I spent the day brainstorming all the cute photos I could take to accompany my post, and as soon as I got home I dolled up and tried to get the perfect shot. And when I couldn’t edit it to look like other bloggers I got insanely discouraged. Cooksey started fussing and was awfully hard to get down to sleep tonight and Chad and I had barely had a moment to even speak to each other from the time I walked through the door from work. I was flustered and about ready to explode. I felt overwhelmed and doomed to fail. I took a beat to go rock the baby and while I sang his usual bedtime songs (How He Loves Us and Revelation Song), I heard a voice. “Stick to my plan.”

God gently reminded me tonight that this blog is not to showcase designer clothes or feature my latest jet setting or boost me whatsoever. It is all him. It is all about empowering other women and reminding us all that we are not alone.

I lost sight of my purpose in a short 24 hours and was brought back to center tonight. I’m here to be a champion for you and for me and for all of us. I’m here to talk about the ugly and scary and messy parts of life. I’m here for his purpose, not my own.

I am no fashion blogger (as bad as I wish I could be) and I am not a travel blogger or food blogger or fitness blogger. I’m not a genius in the way of words. I have nothing profound to say. I am just a girl writing down her thoughts and hoping that they speak to someone. If one person is ever touched by my words, then my work is done.

Tonight I’m thankful for my purpose, and more on fire than ever to go live it.

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Life Lately #3

Welcome to the new site! My husband is amazing and has spent like three solid days revamping this. He even has his own little corner of the blog (check out ‘career’ to hear from him) and I’m so excited to share my space with him.

On to our life lately, it’s as busy and hectic as ever. Four jobs between the two of us and an almost eight month old has us running ragged, but I wouldn’t change a thing.

Currently reading: Girl Wash Your Face by Rachel Hollis. To. Die. For. I’m sure you’ve seen it all over the internet and let me tell you the hype is right. Every chapter speaks to the depths of my soul and inspires me so deeply. She is such an inspiration to me as a mom, writer, and human and I suggest giving this book a read. The chapter I read last night was about embracing your chaos instead of trying to fight it or run from it. Working on that today. Dishes not done? Big whoop. I’m gonna write and watch movies and read and workout and play with CW and not worry about being perfect. Perfect is boring anyway. And hard.

Sadly, the keto diet has been brought to a halt in this house. I wasn’t seeing the changes I wanted and I was so full of cheese I was about to scream. Plus, I’m paying for Weight Watchers so I decided to go back to that. I’m on a medication that has the unfortunate side effect of weight gain, and my doctor noticed that the other day. Yay for me. Weight always has been and always will be a struggle for me and I’m just doing my best to combat that right now. Life ain’t easy at 5″ 3′ either. Especially with these thighs that God and my father blessed me with.

In other news, as pictured McDonald’s iced coffee is about half the price and {almost} as good as Starbucks so that’s my new vice. I had some mama alone time at the grocery store yesterday and treated myself to the $2.19 nectar of the gods. It was blissful and I took my sweet time. I’ll be doing a post on self-care and refilling your cup soon. Be on the lookout.

After the grocery store trip, our menu this week will be a chicken enchilada bake, chicken tortilla soup, personal pizzas, turkey pumpkin chili and some other random easy meals thrown in there – all WW friendly! I’ll share recipes in the “health” section of this page.

Cooksey is waking up from his nap now so I’m gonna go snuggle him, but thanks for stopping by! If there is anything you want to read about please leave comments and let a sister know. All my love!

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Drinking Cold Coffee

My two favorite Starbucks drinks: a soy latte and an iced coffee with coconut milk. Opposite ends of the spectrum, but because I live in Texas, they serve their respective purposes for different times of the year, often in the same week. Usually the iced, seldom the latte. But I love them both equally.

Typically, I’m a cold coffee drinker. I just can’t sip the hot stuff. I like to wait until I can almost just chug it. But this morning I drank it warmer than usual. It was perfect to me and went perfectly with the heavy cream in it (cuz ya know, keto). And I got to thinking, “this is how coffee is supposed to be enjoyed.” Warm and fresh. Black or with cream and sugar, however you like it, but fresh. Not leftover like I always do. Not forgotten and stale and bitter.

And then I got to thinking more “isn’t that how we go about life?” Waiting until we’re ready or things or more comfortable? I feel so cheesy writing this, like borderline Baptist preacher level here, but I’m right. We wait until life feels just right to do something, instead of taking advantage of the here and now and enjoying every second. I’m the prime example of this. It took me almost 10 years to start writing. I was waiting until I felt like I had it all together and had content and was inspired enough. (Read past blogs for why I started writing.) But the funny thing is, I started this on a whim one weekend while Chad was away for work and I was probably at one of my lowest points. Things were far from perfect; my mental health was suffering, I was overweight and insecure, and my home was in a constant state of disarray. But I got in there and said enough is enough. I’m tired of dreaming and not acting. And I drank that coffee cold. I waited too long, but eventually I did it.

I want that to be a lesson, not only to my readers but myself as well. Let’s {be cliche and} grab life by the horns! Things will never be perfect. There’s never a perfect time to act or do or go. Drink the coffee while it’s hot. You may not be quite ready, but wouldn’t you rather be excited and a bit unsure than boring a steady.

Eleanor Roosevelt said “do one thing every day that scares you.” I just love that.

Live life afraid. Drink hot coffee.

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Life Lately #2

I feel like my blog has been super dramatic lately (sorry, it’s who I am, you signed up for this) so I wanted to do a Life Lately post that is more lighthearted. My Nanawee once bought me some hot pink silky pajamas that said “drama queen” all over them. I just remembered that and it’s pretty fitting. I wish I had those PJs in my adult life.

So for starters the Huff House is pretty much the same as it’s always been, just with more dirty diapers and empty beer cans. Cuz parenting. We fill our days as tightly packed as we can with work, daycare, running around trying to keep it all together and lots and lots of snuggles with Cooksey. Honestly, his daycare teachers keep me in line more than they should have to but I don’t know what I would do without them. They are always having to supply some item I left at home or reminding me to bring more diapers or wipes. They text me pictures of Cookie during the day and it just warms my heart that they love their “Honey Lamb” so much, And, yes, that is what the ENTIRE daycare staff calls him haha I couldn’t love them more.

Other than that, in our spare time we are now splitting TV time between Puppy Dog Pals, baseball and football. And Madden ’19 released today so I officially don’t have a husband until the new wears off. If any of my girlfriends want to go shopping, now’s the time because CC will be completely oblivious to my every move unless I’m in the kitchen cooking (and we all know that’s not happening).

I’ve taken up two new hobbies recently: painting and Poshmark. I was inspired to start painting by my neighbor who is just fabulous. She’s one of those people you meet and are like “dang, she’s cool.” She just inspires me so much. Both of my cool neighbors do. Hi, Shirley and Tricia! Anyway, when she has her garage open and I drive by I can always see what she’s working on and it’s always amazing. Her whole family will join in on the fun as well and they’re all world’s ahead of me in the talent pool. But it looked sooo fun so I started dabbling a bit. I pretend it’s in the “abstract” genre. It sounds fancier than “slapped on a canvas.” But I’m loving it! I even hung some of my own stuff in my house. It may be temporary but I really like it with my current style in my home.

And Poshmark has claimed my soul. I don’t know if y’all have ever been on to sell or buy anything, but I have done both several times at this point and I am addicted. I understand how gamblers get hooked now. So how it works, you just take pictures of your items and list them and once someone buys them, Poshmark emails you a shipping label and all you have to do is package it and send it off. Boom. Money. You can also get some really good deals on designer and luxury brands like Louis Vuitton. It’s so much fun to just browse all of the listings and see what deal you can find. Like thrift shopping from you couch. Amazing.

I’m also about to try my hand at the keto diet. Having a baby has made my weight just pile on and I’m sort of neglecting myself right now. I’m currently enrolled in Weight Watchers and I do love it, I’m just the world’s worst at tracking it all. I’m usually eating as I get Cooksey fed or ready for bed and it does take some time and diligence on WW to be successful. So I’m going to switch it up a bit and go keto for a while. And I know what you’re thinking; “Duh, Mackenzie, you still have to track on keto.” But I’ve been “dieting” for like 10 years now, and I can pretty much guess the nutritional value of a lot of foods. Plus in the past when I’ve needed to drop weight, low carb has worked for me. Pork tenderloin in the oven as we speak! If you have any good keto recipes, hook a sister up.

So there’s my rambling for now. I’m off to get the baby from daycare, and enjoy a night on the couch with my boys. I bought Cooksey some new books today and I can’t wait to see how he reacts to them. He can read already, NBD.

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Drinking & Thinking

A dangerous combination. Add a blog in there and you’ve got a downright lethal concoction. But my day was horrible, and here’s why.

They say good things come to those who wait. Are those waiting being silent and obedient? Never causing a stir, being a yes man, waiting for someone else’s move? Or while you wait can you be a game changer, a mover, a bad ass? I’ve never liked that expression. I’m not a patient person, and it seems to me that good things come to those who work for them. Who are diligent and persistent and unapologetic in the pursuit of the things they want.

That’s who I want to be. I’m tired of being the quiet, polite girl. I want to be the one who lets nothing stop her; no one and no thing. I want to be exactly who I want to be, and there’s no reason I can’t. We all have the same amount of hours in the day. Im tired of spending them being tired. I want to use up all that I’ve got and be all that I can.

I have a lot of irons in the fire right now, and at 25 it’s hard to tell where life is taking me. I’m fortunate to have so many options, but heartbroken because I want to devote myself to just one thing.

Maybe you feel the same. I’m sure you do if you’re my age, because damn it’s hard to be in your twenties. Just hang in there, and don’t apologize for who or what you are.

“You can be the juiciest, ripest peach in the world, and there will still be someone who doesn’t like peaches.”

All my love tonight, friends. Keep moving forward.

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