Brave or Crazy?: When You Reset Your Life

Brave or Crazy?: When You Reset Your Life

Sometimes, a change can do a world of good
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In September of 2016, my husband and I realized that we were discontent with our lives. An outsider to our relationship would wonder why, as by just looking, it would seem we had the American dream, the thing that all people should be striving for. We were in our mid-thirties, homeowners, with 3 children, adequate income for all the wants and needs, a dog, a fenced in yard, the whole she-bang. Yet, something was missing, so we formulated a plan, a life reset.

Our house was nice. We had bought it for sale by owner for a great price and put a lot of time and effort into remodeling it. I spent quite literally months of my life painting walls and sanding hardwood floors, which to me meant that all that time and labor would soon pay off when we sold our palace and took a leap. Our original plan was to move to Phoenix. I don't know why, I have just always wanted to live there, but in the end, we chose Las Vegas as our next home.

We had a plan pretty well laid out. We had a realtor come check out the house right away, to see if she thought it was worth what we thought. She pointed out some additional things we would need to do, so it was a good thing we had all that extra time to get it taken care of. Our last Nebraska winter was spent tearing down walls and building new ones, painting, laying carpet, and fixing tiny details that really, in the end, don't matter anyway. But by March, it was done and the house went up for sale. This is the part we thought would be easy. We would just sit back and wait for offers to come in, no problem. We had no idea that this part would actually end up being the most stressful. The town we moved from was not large, not a lot of houses for sale at that time, but lots of lookers, so several times we had to leave for an hour or more so people could look. After 3 weeks, we had had enough of that and took an offer from some people we knew, even though we probably could've gotten more, just to get that part over with.

Luckily, during all these months, because we knew the house was going to be sold, we had been packing up things we weren't immediately using and selling other things on our local Facebook exchange site, serious downsizing. However, once the final offer had been accepted, all that kicked into overdrive. I could never have imagined the amount of stuff we had acquired over just 3 years of us living there. So many things were donated, so many things were thrown away, and still, it was lucky that our U-Haul ended up being larger than we planned or we wouldn't have gotten anywhere near what we did.

Then came closing day, with its own little set of stresses and headaches, but at the end of the day, we took the check to the bank and headed outta town. This part was planned to the detail as well. Some of our close friends made the trip with us because, well, they can pull a trailer and we can't. So westward our wagons headed, through the Nebraska Sandhills, the Colorado Rockies, and the amazing plateaus of Utah, before finally pulling in to Las Vegas.

Two months later, we have replenished our furniture and then some. We have Nevada plates and driver's licenses, and we now drive like we are from Las Vegas, trust me, it's a thing. The kids are getting ready for school to start. My husband and I have each lost about 40 pounds. We love the weather, the palm trees, the neighborhood we chose, we are just all super happy. We miss our family and our friends, especially since we came out here literally knowing no one, but we are adjusting well.

For us, the reset made a huge difference. It helped our marriage, it bettered our relationships with our kids, and it gave us back the self-confidence that we had lost in the humdrum of small town life we had become so accustomed to. It forced us to try, actually try, rather than just sitting back and waiting to see what happens next. I am looking forward to what life has in store for us next.

Cover Image Credit: Jessica Knight

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The Thank You My Dad Deserves

While our moms are always the heroes, our dads deserve some credit, too.
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Dear Dad,

You’ve gone a really long time without being thanked. I'm not talking about thanks for things like opening the Gatorade bottle I couldn't or checking my tires when my car’s maintenance light is flashing, but rather the thanks I owe you for shaping me into the person I am today.

Thank you for teaching me what I deserve and for not letting me settle for anything less.

While the whole world was telling me I wasn’t good enough, you were there to tell me I was. Whether this was with boys, a friend, or anything else, you always built my confidence to a place I couldn’t build it to on my own. You showed me what my great qualities were and helped me feel unique. But most of all, you never let me settle for anything less than what I deserved, even when I wanted to. Without you, I wouldn’t be nearly as ambitious, outgoing or strong.

Thank you for giving me someone to make proud.

It’s hard to work hard when it’s just for myself, but so easy when it’s for you. All through school, nothing made me happier than getting a good grade back because I knew I got to come home and tell you. With everything I do, you give me a purpose.

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Thank you for showing me what selflessness looks like.

You are the prime example of what putting your family first looks like. If me wanting something means that you can’t get what you want, you’ll always sacrifice. From wearing the same t-shirts you’ve had since I was in elementary school so I could buy the new clothes I wanted, to not going out with your friends so you could come to my shows, you never made a decision without your family at the forefront of your mind. If there is one quality you have that I look up to you for the most, it’s your ability to completely put your needs aside and focus entirely on the wants of others.

Thank you for being the voice in the back of my head that shows me wrong from right.

Even though many of your dad-isms like “always wear a seatbelt” easily get old, whenever I’m in a situation and can’t decide if what I’m doing is right or wrong, I always can hear you in the back of my head pointing me in the right direction. While I may not boost your ego often enough by telling you you’re always right, you are.

Thank you for being real with me when nobody else will.

Being your child hasn’t always been full of happiness and encouragement, but that’s what makes you such an integral part of my life. Rather than sugarcoating things and always telling me I was the perfect child, you called me out when I was wrong. But what separates you from other dads is that instead of just knocking me down, you helped me improve. You helped me figure out my faults and stood by me every step of the way as I worked to fix them.

Most of all, thank you for showing me what a great man looks like.

I know that marriage may seem very far down the road, but I just want you to know that whoever the guy I marry is, I know he’ll be right because I have an amazing guy to compare him to. I know you’re not perfect (nobody is), but you’ve raised me in a such a way that I couldn’t imagine my kids being raised any differently. Finding a guy with your heart, drive, and generosity will be tough, but I know it will be worth it.


Dad, you’re more than just my parent, but my best friend. You’re there for me like nobody else is and I couldn’t imagine being where I am now without you.

Love you forever,

Your little girl

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I've Been Skeptical About The Holidays For A Couple Years, But I'm Ready For Them This Year

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The holidays have finally reached us, and I think I speak for many of us when I say that we are excited to be able to breathe from school and spend time with our loved ones -- and to eat food, tons of it.

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But for some others, the holidays are a time that reminisces bad moment in their lives. They become a time of sadness and dark pasts. Loved ones have different faces, and homes, where good wishes are shared, have different walls painted a different color.

About four years ago, I left my country and moved to the US -- new traditions and adventures. The holidays weren't easy for my first year. I achingly missed my parents and family from Honduras. The holidays here didn't seem as exciting without all the people I had spent them countless times before.

In Honduras, on Christmas Eve we would always go visit my grandmother from my dad's side for lunch. In the afternoon, I would have dinner with my parents and brother, and then we'd go to church. After that, we would always go to my mom's family to receive midnight and have a sort of party. That was something that I always looked forward to.

The holidays here weren't as adventurous as they were over there. I would stay all day home and wait till food was served and just spend it with my family until we all decided it was time to go to sleep. They seemed pretty dull for the first two years. But now, my boring, asocial ass is fascinated with the simpleness of the holidays.

Sure, here people take the holidays more seriously than we did in Honduras, but I never assimilated. I began seeing the holidays as another day, except that deliciously exquisite food was going to be served that day. It was not like my mom's food nor like my grandmother's. Everything was different, and this difference weighed heavily on me.

Fast-forward to the present day, and I'm still kind of skeptical about the holidays. I don't get the spirit anymore, and till today, it still hasn't hit me. The only thing that I can think of is that the year is soon going to be over.

The one thing I am excited for is being able to celebrate the holidays with the new family I've been slowly building. My partner is accepted and loved by my relatives, and they invited him over to spend Christmas with us. One of my new best friends was also invited. Being able to spend this time with them kinda shines a glimmer on the idea that I have of the holidays.

This new fresh addition to my life have given me many blissful pleasures this 2018, and I know that with them, I'll probably begin to cherish the holidays a little bit more.

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