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A Good Way to Start a Year

January 8, 2016 By Kelle

My favorite elementary writing lesson I ever taught was about breaking rules. At the time of the lesson, state 5th grade curriculum guides were heavily pushing structured 5-paragraph essays for expository prompts, complete with outline guides and rubrics that my students quickly memorized and adhered to. They knew to begin their essays with an introduction, presented with a catchy “grabber” like a question or a quote; to state their 3-point topic sentence by the end of their introduction; to support their topic sentence with three subsequent paragraphs filled with “good examples,” “meaty details” and transitions; and to finish their essay with a nice conclusion that neatly wrapped everything up. It wasn’t long before my kids were meeting those goals and following the rules, but the result? 5th Grade Robot Writers, just checking off all the boxes. Every single essay sounded the same: “Do you have a favorite vacation place? I do. I like going to Hawaii because the weather is beautiful, there are many exciting places to explore, and the food is delicious.” Sometimes, words like delicious would be crossed out, replaced with “ambrosial” or “delectable,” and that always made me smile—they were trying so hard to spice it up!—but for the most part, the writing rubrics and forced outlines were handcuffing my creative little writers to a boring formula that gave them few ways to shine their unique styles of writing.

So I wrote a similar essay and checked off all the boxes on the rubric. I slipped in a few 5-star vocabulary words, alternated sentence structure and grabbed my audience with an interesting question. Technically, it was an “A” paper. But it was still a robotic piece, perfectly organized to follow directions but lacking my personality, my edge, my humor, my exploration of style. I projected the essay on the wall and gave each student a copy of it. We read it together, graded it together and talked about all the things that made it good. I asked my students if there was anything interesting or funny or extra special about the essay other than the fact that it followed the rules. No one had anything to say. And then I ripped up the essay in front of them, telling them that who they are as writers and how they see the world is more important than adhering to all the rules.

“That was a really boring thing to write,” I admitted. “Who’s ready to climb out of the box and start making our essays fun and exciting and highlighting who we really are as unique writers?” My students were smiling. “Who wants to rip up this boring essay that follows all the rules but tells you nothing about who I am as a writer and how I see the world?” They smiled bigger. “Who wants to make a mess?! Go ahead. Rip up that essay in front of you. Rip it up and throw the pieces everywhere. I want to see the old writing style all over this classroom so we can make room for the new style. Go ahead. I brought my vacuum, I’ll clean it up later. ARE WE ROBOTS?”

“NOOOOO!” they shouted, shredding those papers with gusto and flinging the scraps toward the ceiling, at each other, all over the floor, laughing, breaking rules. After about 60 seconds of Student Writers Gone Wild, we settled back into our chairs among the shredded remains of 27 sheets of paper and wrote another essay, together. It wasn’t perfect, the organization needed to be tidied up and with the collection of shout-outs from so many different students, it wasn’t exactly a cohesive piece. But it had personality. It made you raise your eyebrow, chuckle, want to keep reading to see what that next sentence held.

I’m not sure administration would have approved a continuation of this method. I never found out as I quit at the end of that year and had my first baby a year later. But I needed to teach that lesson…for me.

I have this thing about sitting down to write—rules I’ve made up in my head like I have to have my office clean and I have to have my other work completed first and I have to have at least two hours set aside and a good idea of what I’m going to say. I have a lot of rules for other things too—who I think I need to be before I put something out into the world, what my house needs to look like before I invite people over, how old my kids need to be before I make time for a new hobby or goal.

With all these new resolutions and intentions, you might need to rip up some rules first. In fact, instead of resolutions, here are a few fun things to do this weekend if you’re not the Richard Simmons type, igniting your first goal at 12:01 A.M. 2016, with a zippy little high-kick in your neon leggings. Don’t worry. I’m a late New Year’s bloomer too. And I only made three of these because Calm Down, Richard, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

A Good Way to Start a Year

1. Rip up a rule…5th grade style. Grab a sheet of paper, write the rule down in permanent marker and then rip that mofo up. Shred it. Throw the pieces all over the floor and leave them there a minute before you clean them up because STOP FOLLOWING ALL THE RULES. There’s something beautiful and intentional about the physical ritual of ripping something up. What’s your rule? That you have to have your house perfect before you host a dinner party? That you need to have a complete plan for your creative dream before you make that first step? That you have to be a certain weight before you go buy yourself a cute pair of jeans, dress up and look in the mirror to see a beautiful woman? R. I. P. Rip.

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2. Start saving quotes…and display them. I’ve highlighted so many amazing quotes in books and created quote folders on my computer, but I can never find the one I want later and often forget the inspiration of a quote once it’s gone. When you see a quote that gets to you or read a passage that makes you come alive, write it down. Put it in a quote jar. Display a few of these quotes at a time–on your bathroom mirror, taped to your refrigerator, above your desk, and switch them out with other quotes in the jar from time to time. I keep a stack of Instagram prints (I print the ones with lots of negative space for room to write) in my desk, and write favorite quotes on them when I find them. There are always three of these taped above my desk and a stash ready to be switched out. A fun project to carry you through the year!

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3. Make a List. I love lists. Even if I never do anything on the list, there is such satisfying art in making the list itself. List making is a form of writing with NO RULES. This is your fun list for the year. Nothing huge and daunting goes on this list, just fun things you want to do or try this year. Like “Write a children’s book for my own kids and publish one copy of it with a nice cover (more on this later!).” Or “Invite 5 friends over on a Friday night for wine and cheese and journal writing.” Or “Make an Inspiration Board.” Or “Take a Cooking Class.” Keep the list where you can always see it. Next time you’re bored or fidgety or only have an hour before you have to pick up your kids and are trying to figure out what to do in that hour, pick up the list. Make a dent on one of those things. Set the date and send the e-mail for that Friday night journal writing so that you have to follow through.

Happy Friday. Let’s break some rules. Rip shit up. Make room for the best parts of who we are to shine through.

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Epilogue/Prologue

January 4, 2016 By Kelle

Happy New Year! I’m hoping your new year opened like a box of new crayons or a fresh jar of peanut butter…promising, with colorful sharp points and a delicious buttery swirl. (If not–no worries. Nobody tells you this but, psssttt….the broken crayons color just as good and the bottom of the peanut butter jar holds treasures too.)

The speed of which January arrives never fails to amaze me. In fact, I’ve enlisted Dash to demonstrate my feelings on December 1st – December 31 with a photo I’ve titled “Whee! That was fast”  He was all in.

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Thank you, Dash. That was beautiful. Now go play with some trucks, and I’ll be with you in a minute.

Our tree is still up and the mantle garland is twinkling away. Normally, I’m itching to get everything cleaned up and out of here come January 1st because wreaths and bottle brush trees feel like depressing clutter after the new year, but this year? I’m grabbing this whole thing by the reins and showing it who’s boss. Here’s how it goes now:

1. I’m in charge of my feelings. I say what’s cozy and what’s clutter, not the last person who told me she just cleaned her entire house and threw her tree out to the curb because “NEW BEGINNING” and definitely not that 99 cent plastic tree collecting dust.  I can do what I want, I set the tone and that tree in the corner there is smiling at me. Besides, National Treasure is on T.V. and I don’t really feel like wrapping up ornaments tonight.

2. The twinkle lights stay. Somehow, some way. We’ll weave them into spring decor, summer decor, fall decor. But I need them. So they stay.

Now that that’s out of the way…we went on a trip. It’s become an annual thing now with our neighbors–our way of ringing/wringing–ringing in the new year together and wringing out every last drop of the holidays, plus Brett’s end-of-the-year time off. I look forward to it all year long. It’s short–three days–and it’s woven with lots of very unmagical realistic moments. But there’s something about it that’s really special. It’s both the epilogue trip of a closing year and the prolgue to a new one, and somewhere between leaning back to pass another fruit snack on the way up in 2015 and pulling that car seat strap back to nipple-height on the way home in 2016, I tie up the strings to a full year in my brain. This is it, man. These loose laces on scuffed shoes passed down from your sister, this cracker-littered van, that graying hair, those sun-kissed shoulders, the hands on that steering wheel–the ones that still make me feel safe and secure, that little footprint in the sand–filling twice the space it did two years ago, that attitude, that vocabulary, that look in your eyes that brings me to my knees, that cowlick in your hair–same as the day you were born, this aging skin, this feeling of your hand in mine, this head on my shoulder, these friends, this toast, this year, this trip, these plans, these memories, this shredded patience, this hope, this grateful heart, this perfect moment…this is it. Another year, and I’m so thankful to have lived it messily and fully.

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We went to Orlando this year with our hotel reservations our only confirmed plans. Maybe we’ll check out Disney, maybe we’ll hit Universal, maybe we’ll go explore the city. We ended up never leaving our resort as it had a built-in water park, playground, restaurants…and everyone was happy.

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One of my favorite vacation rites of passage? Mini cereal boxes. Every time I pack food for a trip, I splurge on the tiny cereal boxes. My kids think they are about the most precious things in the world.

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Other big and small things enjoyed…

Gold & Sparkle.
Nella’s dress is a $12 women’s tank, and I added a tie-on Peter Pan collar that we already had. She puts that tank on now every day. Dash said “Happy New Year” to every person we encountered on the trip.

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Hand holding.
The sight never gets old.

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Lainey needing to carefully watch me go down the water slide three times before she decided she can do it too.

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These face coasters that instantly up the fun factor.

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Yahtzee.
One of my favorites.

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Love captured.

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Love turned down.
(He didn’t give her the kiss).

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Backwards flip-flops in the wrong toes.
The stamp of childhood.

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This mop of curls that I never know what to do with but love anyway.

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My classy friend who complements my beer bottle with her champagne glass just right.

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His smile during our “Hide from the dinosaur” game.

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The decision to throw the bikes in the car last minute before we left.

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A good hiding spot.

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How many times our kids said “Again! Again!” to being thrown in the pool.
…and how many times our friends obliged.

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My personal suncatcher.

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Jumping on hotel beds.

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Half-moon eyes…
…that turn into little love ladles when flipped upside down.

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An almost six-year-old…
…whose celebration of birth is so perfectly timed following new years, new beginnings and big hopes.

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Finding out yesterday that the kids don’t go back to school today like I thought.
We have two more days of vacation.

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And there you have it. An epilogue, a prologue. Now it’s time to write the book.

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Happy New Year!

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How Do You Live Your Best Life?

December 30, 2015 By Kelle

Tracking PixelThis post is sponsored by Abbott and its LIFE. TO THE FULLEST. initiative.

We’re two days and counting from the New Year, wrapping up our memories from 2015 and lining up our resolutions for 2016. I don’t make resolutions every year, but it does feel good when I do—setting intentions, throwing goals into the universe, all in pursuit of living my best life. In between those new resolutions every year and through what we learn from challenges and growth, though, we find what works for us—some constant practice that makes us feel fulfilled.

For me, diets and workout fads will wax and wane—although I’ll still get excited about new physical challenges. I’ll find inspiration in new self-help books, creative practices and exciting personal projects that will temporarily consume me, but they’ll come to a close and I’ll move on. Adventures to new places and relationships with new friends will bring joy, add interest, make memories, but waiting for the next adventure is not how I find my happiness—it’s in the stillness between the adventures too. Family will make me drunk on love and I’ll constantly feel life’s generous reward in being my children’s mother, my husband’s wife, my parents’ daughter, but I do not rely on my family to make me happy or to fill me up. So what is constant key to living my best life?

I live my best life in celebration. Finding the hidden celebratory opportunities that are buried throughout every phase of life, scattered as much in the monotony of our everyday routines as they are spread throughout the obvious events—vacations, weddings, graduations, personal successes. And celebration is not reserved for when life feels perfect. In fact, it is what carries me through the hard moments.

What does celebration look like? It’s as simple as using the good dishes on a Tuesday night. Hanging twinkle lights in a window when there isn’t a holiday in sight. Hosting a kitchen dance party—for one—while I’m cooking. Wearing red lipstick to the grocery store. Making a pot of coffee at noon and sitting down to savor it in the perfect mug.

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Going for a moon walk and stopping to take a picture of the shadows cast by the street light—because it makes me happy. Putting stickers on an envelope before I send it—even if it’s just a utility bill. Baking a pie to give to a friend for no particular reason. Lighting candles, hosting friends, gathering my kids together and performing silly rituals in honor of a made-up holiday—Backwards Day and Wear Pink Day and Everybody Talk in an Accent Day.

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Popping popcorn for a movie on the couch and pretending we’re at the theater. Turning up the music in the car and singing with the windows rolled down on the way to drop the kids off at school. Deciding last minute to head to the beach for a sunset picnic dinner.

Living my best life means waking up on any given day, in any given place, through any given circumstance, and finding something—even if it’s little—to celebrate.

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You want to skip the small talk and go right for the meat on the bone at your next dinner party? Ask your guests how they’re living their best life.

I like people who go right for the meat, ask the good questions. Which is why I’m partnering with Abbott to create conversation about what living our best life means. It’s super simple–take a quick quiz and tell them what you think living your best life means. In your opinion, what is a full life?

(bringing back an oldie but a celebratory pic)

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