make glemonade

When we first looked at our house, before we even purchased it, I started dreaming of what to do with the front room. Not the living room, but the one I vacillate between calling "the visiting teaching room" and "the reading room". I prefer the latter, but somehow keep calling it the former. I've daydreamed and pinned many things for this room, although it's the smallest in the house. It's coming together very slowly, but I wanted to show off my coffee table. I commissioned my brother-in-law to make me the table. He made a kitchen table for my sister (his wife), and I hoped he would build it if I asked. He said yes, so I sent him pictures of what I wanted and he created my perfect table. These were my inspiration: First, this table for the pattern. This one is made from pallet wood, I wanted the pattern, but not the same wood. I wanted a grayish stain to keep it a little more neutral and not too brown. Everything my house is made of is brown, so ...

I feel like I've had nothing to tell you for a long time. I want to say that we are just not experiencing a lot of adversity, and adversity is, ironically, easier to write about. That's the weird truth of it, and the weirder thing is most people seem to prefer to read about the stuff that's going wrong. Maybe it's not you, maybe it's me. If I tell you things are really good, how do I make it sound like I'm not trying to present a perfect life? Online it's so easy to project an image of only the best moments, the pinterest-worthy things. But what if things just are pretty good? Sometimes I'm so afraid of being judged it drives me insane. I'm so afraid I'll offend someone, I over-apologize, I over-explain when people give me compliments. I feel like I've ended up with an independent struggle. A lot of people deal with infertility, but there are two problems. The first is it's not common to talk about it, so you end up feeling really alo...