Simple All Purpose Cleaner

In an effort to use less chemicals, I have been trying to homemade all purpose cleaner. I wanted something fairly simple. 

This is my very simple all purpose cleaner and it works pretty well on most surfaces. I like to let it sit for at least 30 minutes before using so the rosemary can really infuse with the liquids. It’s also really pretty to just leave out on the counter or table. 

 

 

 

Ingredients:

1 Clear spray bottle

White Vinegar

Water

30 drops Essential Oils 

1 Rosemary Spring

Directions:

  1. Add the rosemary spring to the spray bottle. 
  2. Add equal parts vinegar and water 
  3. Add drops of essential oil. I went with lavender for this bottle. 
  4. Let sit for 30 minutes then use as needed. 

Fall Bucket List – Pumpkin Carving

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I was super excited to pumpkin carve. I carved a pumpkin once about 9 years ago. I invited a couple friends over, made some chili and I thought it would be outside, but Colorado weather had other ideas. The first big snow storm hit and the yard was pretty mushy so 5 people trying to carve in my kitchen got pretty messy. It reminded me why I didn’t like pumpkin carving the last time, the mess.

It was still pretty fun and I had hopes for making a scary tree but it turned more into poor man’s demogorgon from Stranger Things.

Honestly, I don’t think I will repeat pumpkin carving, maybe I will try painting a pumpkin next year.

Also, squirrels ate most of my pumpkin in two days and surprisingly left my husband’s one completely untouched. What’s up with that, squirrels?

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Fall Bucket List – Visit a Cemetery

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When I was kid, after mass, my grandmother and I used would walk through the mausoleums. Many of the sites had photos of the stonework, some had a wedding photos. We would spend hours creating stories about how those people met and fun stories about their lives. It’s one of my favorite memories with my grandmother that doesn’t involve cooking.

I never really saw cemeteries as a scary place. I liked the history of visiting. It felt like a museum, peaceful and serene.

After moving to Colorado, I would learn that not a lot of people felt the same way so getting friends to join on a walk through the cemetery to visit would be really hard.

I was able to get my husband to join and we visited a couple of older cemeteries in the mountains that were used in the 18th century. So many museums are dedicated to big names throughout history so there’s something special about seeing the average person’s life through their gravestone.

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Lost Passion

IMG_5127project365About four years ago, my depression reared its ugly head and brought some friends. Initially, I refused help and thought my old habits would pull me through. It was a journey of dealing with feelings of emptiness, suicide ideation, finding the right meds and the right therapist. I would finally feel like I was managing my mental health, but then would relapse for several months.

When depressed, my focus was getting out of bed and just making it through the day. I couldn’t focus on passion, maintaining friendships or new experiences. Basic things like keeping my house clean felt like a herculean task. It became a vicious cycle of not having the energy to clean and shaming myself for being such a crap adult that couldn’t even keep my small house clean.

Before getting sick, I loved photography and cooking and baking (especially for my family and friends). I would sometimes wakeup before work and bake. I had a food and photography blog and it brought me so much joy.

It’s only in the last 6 months that I have been able to manage my depression and experience very short relapses under a few weeks. In a therapy session, I was assigned homework to define my values. It was an incredibly difficult task. Other than stability and knowledge, I struggled to prioritize other values. I didn’t have any kind of spiritual beliefs anymore. I realized that in the struggle to do simple things I lost who I was and what I valued.

As cliche as it sounds, life is too short to just exist. So I’m starting fresh, experiencing new things as well as finding joy in rediscovery of old interests.

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

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