I just realized today, I have been blogging for a little over a month now. Crazy. Something that I had contemplated doing for years has finally happened and I am throughouly enjoying it, hoping you are as well. This also got me thinking about the content I had covered thus far…I have hit on everything from style, fashion, makeup, to home décor…but one thing I have forgotten is me. Telling you about me. “Me” is not a person I really like to talk about. I am a person that would much rather talk about you. Most of the time I am not sure if I even like “me”. We don’t enjoy talking about people we don’t like. Yes, I am happy, and have a good life, but there are parts of “me” that I desperatly would like to change. I think, truth be known, as women we really don’t like talking about ourselves. We have learned to take the focus off of ourselves and put it elsewhere.
But....I do want you to know about “me”. The “me” who is writing to you. The “me” behind the blog. The “me” who likes to hide behind a computer screen. I want to know about you too, but first I will tell you a bit about “me”.
My full name is Stephanie Adele (Garrett) Harrison. Many call me Steph.
I am a Child of the King.
I am a wife . To Wade.
I am a mother. To Lexi & Maggie. And to Mimi, Toni, Tilda, and Torunn. And to anyone else that will let me mother them.
I am an oldest daughter. To Marty & Pam.
I am a sister. To Elizabeth. We are completely opposite, yet a lot alike.
I am an Aunt. To the very sweetest nephew and nieces ever…Garrett, Ava, and Halle. I cherish this title.
I am a granddaughter. To Bill & Darlene Garrett. To the late Frank & Georgia Neal (Lyle Woffard)
I am a niece. To a whole bunch of strong and beautiful Aunts.
I am a cousin. To a very large clan of cousins, which live all over the United States. And I love more than anything being together with these crazy people. Because they get “me”.
I am a youth leader. And I love every minute I get with these kids. I love teaching these kids about God’s love for them and seeing them live for Him.
I am hardest on myself.
I strive for perfection. In everything. To the point of making myself and everyone else who works with me crazy.
I am a pleaser. I want you to like me.
I spend hours fretting over what people think of me. I hate this part of “me”.
I talk before I think. Which leads to many hurtful things being said from this tongue. Ugh.
I don’t like saying “I’m sorry”. Another part of “me” I hate.
I am very hard headed. I come from a long line of hard headed people. I believe it’s part of our success.
I am addicted to social media. Yes, this is a problem.
I do not like watching TV…it bores me.
I have a clean house, but not because I like to clean. Because I’m married to a clean nut.
I lov(ed) watermelon. Like I ate it for every meal for 2 solid months this summer. No lie.
I love, love, love Diet Cokes. But, I’ve pretty much went off of them Cold Turkey due to health junk. Still get one now and then for “sanity” purposes.
I live for the beach. My soul needs it. I become a “meaner” without it. I have been this way since I was a little girl. I swear I am locationally misplaced in Louisville, IL.
I have a huge fear of losing people I love.
I’m a worrier. Especially about my children. And them being on the roads.
I love Traditions. And I hate when Traditions die or change.
I love Thanksgiving.
I take a while to warm up to people and letting people in.
I hate letting go of people once I’ve let them in to my life. Even if they’ve hurt me deeply.
I don’t like enemies. Even if you’ve hurt me, I will still be kind to you. I will still wave at you. I will forgive you eventually.
I’m learning with age to not let just anyone sit at our family table. People are mean and they will hurt you. Very hard concept for me to get my head around.
I spend a lot of time feeling like a failure. As a wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend, Christian.
I do not like gossip, of any kind. It only destroys people and lives. Never assume anything about anyone.
Yes, I am my biggest enemy. If you think badly of me, don’t worry, I’ve already picked myself apart in that area and I’m trying or have tried to work on it.
I live for Worship Music. Worship for me is such a place of connecting with God and laying down my burdens. I have made big life changes and God has revealed many things to me during my Worship time.
I completely over commit myself, pretty much all of the time.
I want to like exercise. I want to be a runner. But I don’t and I am not.
I want my Liver to work. But it doesn’t like to most days. I’m believing in a miracle.
I love the days my house cleaner comes. My happiest days.
I love clean sheets. Almost obsessive about this.
I love long, hot baths.
I love smelling good.
I love comfy beds that you sink into.
I love down pillows.
I love cozy blankets.
I am happiest at home. With my husband, my girlies and their friends.
I love a house full of laughter. I have to remind myself of this when I make things tense.
I have a tendency to make things tense. Hate this too.
I need my quiet time. Very important.
I can ride in my car in complete silence for hours. This is when and where I think.
I don’t like to cry. I feel it shows weakness. Lately, I’ve cried more than ever. Guess I’m in a weak chapter of life.
I like to be the strong one who keeps everything together and moving forward.
I desperately want my daughters to realize there is a big world out there…go explore. Don’t settle.
I will always have a “mess” somewhere. It’s me, it’s so me. Whether it’s my closet floor, the chair where I lay my clothes, the garage where I have piles of things I am getting rid of, or around my desk at work. Somewhere there is a "Steph Mess".
I am a whirlwind. My mind goes 100 miles per hour at all times. I am ALWAYS THINKING. And thinking of many things at once.
I may seem as if I am not listening when you speak. Well sadly, I probably am not. You lost me at the first word. My mind went somewhere else. Ugh.
I HATE mornings. Only because I rarely ever sleep. My best sleep begins at 6am….no clue why. I have tried everything to alleviate this problem, but it never gets better… So if you ever need someone to talk to in the middle of the night, I’m your gal.
I used to be the “glass is half full” person. Not sure what has happened but I often find myself the other way these days. I guess life does this?
I need women friends around me. Not many. Just a few. Very good ones. Ones that have my back no matter what. Ones that I don’t always have to talk to, but when I do, we pick back up right where we left off.
I am a dreamer. And I dream big.
I am a hopeless romantic.
I almost always listen to Christian radio, if I have anything on. Love that music. Speaks deeply to me.
I love Christian Music Concerts too. They fill me up. Recharge my battery.
I am a procrastinator in the worst way.
I am a terrible packer. I travel often and you would think I would get better at it. Not so much.
I love to travel and I need to travel. Because I go 100 miles a minute from the moment my feet touch the floor until bed time, I need getaways. My brain and body need a break. It makes me a much happier wife, mom, co-worker, person.
I am a work in progress.
God is molding me daily, more than ever. He’s showing me His Presence in my life more than He ever has. Or He’s trying to get my attention. Sometimes you have to do big things to get my attention. Guess that’s what He is doing. I would have to say, God has worked on “me” more in the last 6 months than he has in my whole life. Excited to see where He is going with “Me”.
So there it is, “me”. Now tell me about you…I’m serious. Tell me 5 things about you. It can be anything. Just talk.
Love and Many Blessings,
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