posted by Momo Fali on November 2, 2014

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These people. These goofy, blurry, imperfect people to my right are what make my life sane, clear and ideal. Okay, not sane exactly, but they do keep my head on straight. They are my purpose. My gift.

They are why I get out of bed every morning and wash dishes every night. They are why I’m buried in laundry and, occasionally, smothered with love. They are my everything.

Is that healthy? Probably not. But, I don’t care. All of my eggs are in this kooky basket of misfits and I’m fine with it. Before a concerned reader emails me and tells me I’m not living my life right, let me say that I take care of me too. I started running again, I hit the gym a few times a week, I write, I took a painting class, I started coloring thanks to a generous gift of Coloring Animal Mandalas from my friend, Melisa – so, I’m not neglecting myself.

But, those people up there? They lift me up and they keep me grounded at the same time. And, you can’t ask for a better atmosphere than that.


  • Melisa

    I love your kooky basket of misfits.

  • Tara R.

    Sounds like you’ve got it pretty good. And coloring books? The best…

  • ascapecodturns

    Fantastic 🙂

  • Joan

    Love this and can relate very well.

  • Shannon

    Best family picture ever.

  • Kari

    I live for my family so I think we are doin’ it right.
    Maybe we should write a book.

  • Laura in Little Rock

    Running, writing, parenting, working, laundry, yeah, you can squeeze Thanksgiving in there. Glad to see the crew looking so joyful!

  • Toni

    And an awesome group of people they are, you too! XO

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  • Trackback from Changes - Momo Fali's
    Tuesday, 4 November, 2014

    […] As a matter of fact, I started enjoying the heck out of my husband again and that carried over into how I interact with my children. I became nicer. Calmer. More peaceful. Okay, that last one is a total like. I’ve been grinding my teeth like crazy and I’ve HAD to start running again out of mental necessity, but I’m not taking out my frustrations on the people I care about more than anything. […]

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