A Whitney Story

Hello, everyone!

This is the first blog post I’ve ever written in my entire life. Please don’t hang up!  I’m scared and terrified, and  I’m hoping that after two sentences, you’re still reading.  I have so much to say and for those of you that know me know that I NEVER have an issue with words, right?  I can talk for hours.  But when it comes to typing out ‘things’, I feel frozen.  So I kindly ask that you please bear with me as I gain my footing and figure this thing out.

Let me get started by giving a brief synopsis of who I am.  I was born and raised in the Midwest. I have an older sister. (HI SISTER!)  I grew up in a small town of almost 600 people.  And yes, in your typical stereotype of small midwestern towns, we really did have “drive your tractor to school day”.   I always had a boyfriend in school and started that trend for myself in 8th grade.  I loved my 1st two years of college, but I’m not so sure about the last two. I’ll probably elaborate on that in a future blog post.  I graduated from college with a 4.0 after having been on academic probation my sophomore year.  I’m on my 11th job since I graduated High School.

I’ve been married for almost 10 years.  I met my husband in high school.  He remembers meeting me for the first time, and I don’t.  We ‘went together’ in high school for a couple of months.  I eventually broke his heart, broke up with him and we then found each other 8 years after I graduated and we started dating again.    After a couple of months, I broke up with him AGAIN because he was too nice.  He then took me back and three years later–we got married.

I grew twins to almost 42 weeks and delivered them by C-Section, after having planned the most perfect, natural, drug-free birth.   I like to laugh.  I try to always be positive.  I say hi to everyone.  I like white wine.  I like to sing.  I don’t like milk and I eat cereal with water.  I have Trypophobia–yes, it’s real.

I go to church and LOVE it.  I cry when I sing at church.  I loved hanging out with my parents when I was growing up.  I was never embarrassed to be with them and sometimes preferred spending time with them over going out with my friends. I’ve always been very close with my parents.  (HI MOM!)

My dad died unexpectedly on a very foggy Saturday morning in March of 2016.  I miss him so much.  Just thinking about him makes my heart hurt really bad and I’m starting to cry.  My dad and I were very close.  That topic is for sure going to be a blog post.  Give me a minute while I wipe away my tears….

I care a lot about what others think and try NOT to every day.  Which is why one of my biggest fears is becoming a meme.  I’m also scared of negative comments on anything I post.  I can’t stand bullying.  I wish I did more about it to help others; however, I tend to stand in the background.  That is something I really want to change about myself.

I worry a lot.  Like…A LOT.  It’s bad.  Some of the silly worries I have are: What do people think?  Do they like me? Did I make them mad? Did I say something that may have offended them?  I even worry that my kids don’t love me.  What?  Who does that?  The worry list goes on and on and on and on. I’m trying really every day to chip away at my worries just like we did our massive amount of debt. There will be more on that later, as well.

I hope you’re not bored yet, as I promise you there is a reason I’m writing all of this.   As I type this, tears are coming to my eyes again.  You see…I love hard. I’m loyal. I care so much about my friends and family. I usually fall in love with people the first time we meet. I see the best in everyone.    I want them to have AND live their best life.  I’ve always wanted to help.  Sometimes I provide unsolicited advice and realize that’s not always best.  I figured this way, I can give the advice and readers can choose to take it or leave it!

My husband and I are so passionate about helping others it physically hurts my heart.  I actually can’t remember ever feeling this way before and it’s pretty incredible. We don’t expect to change the world, but we do hope to somehow help encourage and guide at least one person.  You see, in May of this past year we became 100% debt free!  It’s still surreal because basically I’ve been in debt since I was 21 (I’m almost 40).  It was a crazy journey for us as individuals, as a couple and as a family.  It’s one that includes not only money, but of life.  We grew together when we decided to change how we lived.  It.  Was.  Hard.  So hard.  Was it worth it?  Yes.  It.  Was.  Are we still growing?  You bet.   We thought after years of living it, we would somehow tell our ‘story’.

If you resonate with anything that I may have said in this blog post, I invite you to come back for more.  We promised to be real and raw.  We are not going to portray a perfect life with a filtered reality.  There is enough of that out there.  We want you to relate and feel encouraged and guided.  We pray each night with our children and one of the things we pray for is for God to help guide us and encourage us. We feel that God led us here to the creation of this website and perhaps to you reading this blog post.  Now, I understand you may or may not believe in God, and that is okay.  We love you no matter what. That’s what Jesus would have done, right?   We love you even though we may or may not know you.  We would love to encourage you and guide you. Would you give us that chance?  We sure hope so and would be honored to have you share in this journey with us.

– Whitney