Archives

Two Licenses Down, 48 To Go: Barriers to Milspouse Employment

Posted on June 8, 2018     2 Comments

Military spouses encounter so many barriers to employment and often have to leave their own careers behind (because: military life). But we shouldn’t be penalized, simply because of who we love.

Read More

Milspouse on a Mission: A Veteran and a Gentleman

Posted on June 4, 2018     2 Comments

Sometimes, we jump. Other times, we’re pushed. Either way, it’s up to us to release the parachute, if we hope to survive.

Read More

Where’s My Community? Making Friends on a Military Base.

Posted on April 12, 2018     Leave a Comment

My spouse is in the military…where’s MY community? Get the answer here.

Read More

Follow More Than a Mrs. via Email

Enter your email address to follow More Than a Mrs. and receive notifications of new articles, resources and discounts by email.

Join 528 other subscribers

More Than a Mrs. on Instagram
Everything’s golden. I’m just out here in Sudbury, England, listening to this man try to sell my husband a broken week wackier 😂. Has anyone ever tried to sell you something that was broken? I’ve had plenty of people try to sell me things that were broken - to include broken dreams. 🙄Praise God for discernment - now I’m just waiting for my husband’s to activate so we can go🤣🤣
Sharing one more photo from my valentine/ #hellospring look, but this post is really about the next photo 👉🏽swipe!
I used to push myself to the limit. Push myself to meet other people’s timelines. To demonstrate, through my work ethic (and often to my own detriment) that I deserved a seat at the table. I apologized for being too big. I felt bad for walking with pep in my stride. I did all that and it STILL wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough. I was hanging my hat with the wrongs things. The wrong people. This past year has allowed me to slowly, gradually, learn to focus on the things and opinions that truly matter. I’ve actually found that list to be very small. And that’s okay. Scaling down allowed me to focus on pouring into myself, so that I could, in turn, pour out more of myself- but into the right people. Have you ever realized that you’ve given too much of yourself, with very little return on investment? How did you shift your energy?
It’s the anniversary of our second #wedding ceremony! I texted my husband “happy anniversary by the way” this morning and he responded with “Huh?” then “Ah“ when I sent him this photo. 🙄😬😂😂😂Ah, military life! Our real marriage date was in July of the previous year (and took place in my living room with the officiant, one witness and my dog before Matt left #atlanta for #nebraska and then Officer Training School) - and that’s the one we celebrate (because I’m claiming ALLLL the years, honey😂). But I will never let a year past that I don’t post about this, in the event another #militarycouple needs the reminder that this is entirely normal, and it’s okay. I certainly wish someone had told me - it would have saved me so much anxiety and stress. We want our family and friends to be there for our special moments, but the #hurryupandwait nature of the armed forces sometimes makes that impossible. So we work with it how we can. 🥰
Sometimes victory looks like being bold enough to dress the extra mile, even though you know everyone else will be wearing jeans. 🤷🏽‍♀️ Have you ever wondered why we get so hung up on other people’s definitions? How’s that working out for you? We try to meet their definition of success and end up miserable. Try to explore their definition of self-care and end up more depleted than when we started. Try to walk in their definition of “boldness” and end feel so uncomfortable that we miss the mark. I don’t know exactly who “they” are for you, but I guarantee they always have something to say. I’m practicing filtering out the noise to walk in my own way. And more often than not, that means taking and celebrating the baby steps - the small wins. What small wins are you working towards this week? 👀
I remember talking to you on the phone when we were dating and muting the phone so I could yell, “Yes!” at God. You’d talk and somehow capture exactly what I was feeling or thinking and my jaw would drop, literally. You never knew it, but I was on the other end mouthing, “What the...” over and over (to nobody) while you kept obliviously talking, because I just couldn’t believe God had seen fit to bless ME with someone who got it so right. Sometimes I even put you on speaker phone, set the phone on the bed, and took a lap around the room. 😂
%d bloggers like this: