Prince Charming + Tito’s

Happy Tuesday y’all!

So, let’s talk Mother’s Day mamas. . . And, let’s be really, really real.

My Mother’s Day definitely did not play out as I had expected.  Did yours?

Throughout all of the years of waiting. . . Waiting for my husband to get home after the end of a long week of traveling, waiting for him to come home after months of training, I have found that the hardest part of the waiting game comes just days before their arrival.  The excitement, the expectations. . . They all start to build up.

Just a lil’ background info for y’all: My husband was on a weekend flight this past weekend, and so Brooklyn Meadow, Lemon, and myself enjoyed a girl’s weekend in.  Filled with pizza dates and tiny adventures, we had greatly anticipated the return of our knight in shining armor.

My mind had switched over to fantasy mode, and I began to enter a dream-like state.  In my head, I had dreamt up the perfect outfit, the perfect hello, the perfect kiss.  In my head, I could see him running to me and engulfing me in a full embrace.  I pictured him holding me tight, never wanting to let go.  A day filled with sharing stories and stealing kisses.  Can y’all tell I am a dreamer or what?

So, on Sunday when I had received the “OK” to leave for the airport, my mind went into overdrive.  My handsome husband in his flight suit was going to walk off the runway, run to me and hold his girls tightly.  We were going to spend the afternoon brunchin’, drinking mimosas on the patio overlooking cornfields.  We would spend the rest of the evening as a family, on a walk, relaxing, appreciating one another.


“Hey babe?  Can we go home so that I can change out of my flight suit?” *Cue Brooklyn Meadow crying, crankily anticipating a nap in the backseat*

My fairytale began to unravel as we got closer and closer to home.

I was discouraged, disappointed, upset.

Needless to say, after getting home, we spent the remainder of the day inside quietly, as my husband napped.

Was I mad as hell?  Yes.  At him.  At the situation.  The day.  Myself.  Yes.

And here is why I love writing so dang much.  Because writing has and had allowed me to reflect on the situation.  It allows (and had allowed) me to see my written perspective against a blank, unbiased canvas.  Without my mind interrupting, I can (and did) truly mediate and reflect on my situation.

My husband didn’t “ruin” my Mother’s Day.  I didn’t ruin it.  No one ruined it.  It just didn’t turn out as I had expected.

I, simply, in the midst of dreaming, had lost sight of my reality.

In my dream-like state, I failed to factor in that my husband worked hard and long hours all weekend.  He was physically and mentally exhausted.  He had an early morning and a set of flights to prepare for the next day.  I, on the other hand, was running on very little sleep and as a result was irritable and on edge.

Often, we brew expectations in our mind automatically and subconsciously.  We simply cannot help it.

In the end gals, we should never release ourself from knowing our self-worth and carrying forth what we know and believe we deserve.  And although our expectations form suddenly and without warning, we must learn to separate our fairytale expectations from reality.  Hold up – I am not saying stop dreaming!  No, no, no.  We must just be mindful.  At the end of the day, life is going to pan out the way it is supposed to pan out ♡

Ultimately y’all, God’s (the Universe’s, whomever or whatever you believe in’s) expectations for our life are sometimes different than our expectations for our life.

So, just ride the wave.  Be thankful.  Practice gratitude.  Give yourself a little grace.  It is okay that you aren’t always super mindful of your blessings in the heat of the moment.  Forgive yourself.  Allow yourself to grow from it. #glowup

And sometimes, you just need to sit back, relax, have a little Tito’s and let life happen.

Much love –

Glow-Getter (NOUN)

Defined as a driven, busy gal who strives to achieve her goals in life while attaining a beautiful glow both inside and out (withinUs, 2016).

Good morning y’all!

So I woke up this morning feeling totally inspired.

So this is probably going to sound crazy to y’all, but I literally cannot sleep at night because I am so excited to start each day. Told ya it sounds crazy, but it could not be more true! (I remember the first time that I said that to a couple of my husband, Rob’s buddies, they looked at me incredulously, laughing.)

As y’all have probably noticed throughout the weeks, I have totally reworked my life and have completely moved outside of my comfort zone. If I told y’all that it has been easy, I’d be freaking lying. It has been challenging as hell at times. Though I can tell ya, it has been damn worth it.

I don’t care what anyone says, there is not enough training in the world to prepare you on becoming a military wife, full-time stay-at-home mama + full-time undergraduate student. Just like with anything in life, “balancing” training is just not a thing. You just do it.

I was mid-move across country and on Winter break for the semester. We had just “moved” into our new (temporary) home. By move, what I really mean is, we walked into the house all eight luggages of clothes in tow. We were furniture-less, as we waited for our furniture to arrive. I vividly remember sitting on our kitchen floor thinking to myself, I need to do more. No Alyssa, even though you are making a huge transition, you are in a new environment without any family/friends, you have a new baby, a new puppy, and as it is, are already busy as hell, no, you need to do more.

And that y’all, is where ‘The Cheeky Midwesterner’ was born. It has been such a beautiful and totally inspiring process, and I truly love just how simple, natural + organic it has truly been.

Prior to taking that leap, starting “The Cheeky Midwesterner” and becoming a Y girl, I felt comfortable and complacent. I always had millions of ideas swirling through my head, though I never thought that they were “good enough” or worthy to share. They, your thoughts, are always so much more deserving than you think…

There is no such thing as overnight fame or instant success. As I have mentioned above, the process is slow, simple, organic. The work from your hands directly correlates to the results that you reap. It takes time, patience, dedication. Having faith, trusting, and truly relishing in the journey, makes it all the more worthwhile.

Lastly, I wanted to briefly address “doubts.” We all have them, maybe some more than others. I can list countless quotes on doubt. Though may favorite by far is by American writer, poet, philosopher, and multi-faceted artist, Suzy Kassem: “DOUBT KILLS MORE DREAMS THAN FAILURE EVER WILL.” So just do it, right? No, it’s not that simple. If anyone gets it, it is me.

In addition to believing that the market for blogging and for a small business consultant is totally saturated, y’all are probably toying with thoughts along the lines of: “No one is interested in what I have to say.” Am I right?

What you don’t realize, they are. I can promise you right now that there is at least one human who has connected with you (whether it be in-person or via social media platforms) and is totally awe-struck and damn inspired by you.

Be that one more.