Mom Jean Confessions: Life in the Slow Lane

This post is sponsored by Gerber® but the content and opinions expressed here are my own.

This June marks two years since we left LA. Two years since we decided to move in with family here in Houston, and essentially put the breaks on life as we knew it. At the time it felt both exciting and confusing. We were excited to embark on a whole new chapter in life together, even though it was as if we’d made it to Chapter 27 and decided to go back and re-read the first chapter. Which leads me to the confusing part. We knew it was the right decision for our family as a whole, but as individuals we couldn’t help but feel like we were giving up a huge part of our self-identity. But that’s just the thing, when you become a parent – nothing, literally nothing, stops you from making the best choice for your kids. As hard as we knew it was going to be to say goodbye to the high-profile jobs, the lime-light, and pretty much the most gorgeous place to live – there really was no question at the end of the day that moving back home to Houston was where we needed to be.

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CH2T Styling: Happy Clothesgiving

In light of the holiday season among us, and instead of falling victim to the Black Friday and Cyber Monday hoopla, I decided to finally do a closet purge and donate all my unwanted clothes. Luckily my office building is doing a clothing/toy drive, and I imagine many are this time of year. I also plan on donating some of my more business appropriate clothing & shoes to the local Dress for Success affiliate in West LA.

To take a step back – I was inspired to go through with my own closet cleanout after reading a style essay in ELLE recounting one woman’s attempt to embrace her thirties. Her mission was simply to clean out all the clothes she had held onto in a desperate attempt to stay young. I suddenly realized that I had been doing the same thing – holding onto clothes that had sentimental value, drumming up memories of my college years or shopping trips in NYC. So one night, I went from rack to rack and shelf to shelf, tossing clothes into bags one after another. I have to admit, it felt damn good – like I was finally going to be free of the past and heading towards being a real thirty-something adult.

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