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Behind the Scenes: What I Really Do All Day

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Ever wonder what it really looks like to work for yourself from home? Spoiler alert: it ain’t always pretty, but it works for me. Here’s a peek behind the scenes at what I actually do all day—and how I keep everything running without losing my mind.

My Day Starts Before the Sun’s Up

Like clockwork, I’m up at 5:00 AM. First things first: I make my husband’s lunch and drive him to work. It’s our little ritual, and honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. By 6:00, I’m back home and jumping into the shower—sometimes with my favorite podcast, other times catching up with my go-to TikTok live host. That’s my way of easing into the day.

But I don’t jump straight into work. I let the early hours stay slow and simple on purpose.

The Fun Stuff Comes First

I don’t officially “start work” until after Santiago’s first break at 8:40 AM. We always chat for a few minutes—that call marks the true start of my workday. Before that, I use those quiet hours for all the lighter stuff:

  • Catching up on the news
  • Skimming through emails
  • Cleaning up the kitchen or tidying the house
  • Posting or scrolling through my business socials
  • Packing orders from Mama Crow’s

It’s work, but it’s the fun kind. The stuff that doesn’t feel like work at all. It helps me ease into the heavier tasks that come later.

The Real Hustle Kicks In

Once 9:00 hits, it’s time to dig into the real work. I’m blessed to be able to set my own hours, which gives me the freedom to work how I want—but that also means I have to keep myself in check.

I’ve got two regular clients I contract with, and I sometimes take on ad-hoc projects too. That means copywriting, editing, blog content, or whatever else they need. On top of that, I manage two of my own blogs, make and list new wax melt products for Mama Crow’s, and keep up with content across Facebook, Instagram, Threads, Snapchat, TikTok, and Pinterest.

Yep. It’s a lot.

Lunch Dates, Even From Afar

At 11:30, it’s time for a lunch break—but not just any lunch. We’ve got a standing phone lunch date every weekday, unless it’s Friday. On Fridays, I drive to town to bring him lunch in person. We’ll sit in the car, eat, and catch up like a real date—just one that happens in a parking lot. It might sound silly, but after nearly 16 years together, it’s still one of my favorite parts of the day.

Back to the Grind (Wherever I Am)

After lunch, I work until it’s time to go pick Santiago up from work. And yes, I’m usually working in the car while I wait. If something’s due or I’ve still got creative energy, I’ll even work a couple more hours in bed that evening.

I know it might sound like a lot, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I’m an introverted homebody, so staying in my own space while still getting everything done is a blessing.

Schedules Keep Me Sane

Living with OCD means I need structure, or else everything falls apart. I use Google Calendar to block off time for each client, blog, and Mama Crow’s tasks. If something pushes me off schedule, it’s like a domino effect—and I don’t like chaos.

That’s why I plan every part of my day, from order packing to TikTok posting. It keeps my head clear and my business running smooth.

Why It All Works for Me

Some folks think working from home means sleeping in and lounging around. Not in this house. My day is packed, but it’s built around my priorities—my marriage, my sanity, and my business. I get to choose what matters most, and no job will ever come before my relationship.

We stay in constant contact, we support each other, and we make time for the little things—like a five-minute phone call or lunch in a parking lot. It’s unconventional, but it works for us.

So yeah, that’s what I really do all day. It might not look glamorous, but it’s honest work, and it’s all mine.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred True Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

A Beginner’s Guide to Unplugging

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If you’ve ever said, “I just need a break,” but immediately grabbed your phone… this one’s for you. Unplugging isn’t about disappearing into the woods for a week (unless you want to). It’s about creating breathing room in a world that never stops buzzing, dinging, or updating. This beginner’s guide will help you ease into the habit without making it feel like punishment.

What Does “Unplugging” Even Mean?

Unplugging is simply stepping away from screens and digital noise. It doesn’t have to be all or nothing. You don’t need to toss your phone in a lake. Instead, it’s about being intentional with your time and attention.

Whether you want to scroll less, focus better, or just feel more human again—unplugging helps reset your brain and reconnect with your real life, not just your online one.

Why Unplug at All?

The world is loud. We get notifications for texts, emails, likes, breaking news, and even people going live on apps we forgot we had. All of that pulls our attention in a hundred directions. Over time, it can wear us out.

Some benefits of unplugging include

  • Better sleep
  • Improved mood and reduced anxiety
  • More focus and creativity
  • More time for the stuff that actually matters

Plus, you won’t be doomscrolling at 2 a.m. wondering why you feel so drained all the time.

Start Small and Keep It Real

You don’t have to go off-grid to see results. Start with baby steps that fit into your lifestyle.

Set “No Phone” Zones
Pick a few places where phones are off-limits. The dinner table, bedroom, or bathroom (yes, really) are great places to start.

Try a Tech-Free Hour
Choose one hour a day where you don’t use any screens. No phone, no laptop, no TV. Just you and the real world.

Turn Off Notifications
The constant pings are designed to keep you hooked. Turn off non-essential notifications or set your phone to “Do Not Disturb” during focus times.

Use Apps to Help You Unplug
Ironically, some apps help you use your phone less. Apps like Forest, Focus Keeper, and Freedom block distractions and keep you on track.

Plan Offline Activities
Fill the gap with something fun or productive. Read a book, go for a walk, cook a new recipe, or just sit on the porch and be for a minute.

How to Handle the Digital Detox Jitters

Let’s be honest—at first, you might reach for your phone without thinking. That’s normal. Your brain is used to the dopamine hits from scrolling. You’re not lazy or weak; it’s just how these tools are built.

Here are a few ways to get through that uncomfortable phase

  • Keep your hands busy (journaling, doodling, knitting, etc.)
  • Tell someone you’re unplugging for accountability
  • Keep your phone in another room when possible
  • Replace screen time with something that fills you up emotionally

The more you practice, the easier it gets.

Set Boundaries Without Guilt

You don’t owe anyone 24/7 access to you. Let folks know when you’ll be unavailable or off your phone, and don’t feel bad about it. Setting boundaries is healthy—and necessary.

Want a weekend unplugged? Tell your people. Taking one night a week away from screens? Block it off. Your well-being matters more than a quick text reply.

You Don’t Have to Be Perfect

Unplugging isn’t a competition. You’re not failing if you check your phone or binge-watch a show now and then. The goal isn’t perfection—it’s balance. Being more present, more mindful, and less reactive to every ding or scroll urge is progress.

Give yourself grace. Some days will feel easier than others. The point is to create space where your brain and soul can breathe.

Final Thoughts

Unplugging doesn’t mean turning your back on the digital world—it just means not letting it run your life. Little by little, you can reclaim your time, energy, and focus. You’ll be amazed how much more grounded, creative, and calm you feel when you step away from the noise.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred True Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

What I’d Tell Someone Starting a Side Hustle Today

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Starting a side hustle can feel exciting, overwhelming, and honestly, a little scary. Whether you’re chasing a dream, building a backup plan, or just looking to bring in some extra income, the journey is full of lessons. If I were talking to someone starting out today, here’s exactly what I’d tell them.

Start Before You Think You’re Ready

Waiting until everything is “perfect” will leave you stuck. Most people delay because they think they need a website, a logo, a brand, or even a big audience. Truth is, you don’t need any of that to begin.

Just start. You learn so much more by taking action than by sitting on the sidelines planning. Whether it’s selling handmade goods, offering a service, or launching digital content, done is better than perfect.

Don’t Spend a Bunch of Money Upfront

You don’t need a big budget to get started. Use what you have. Your phone, internet, and social media accounts can go a long way.

There are free and low-cost tools like Canva, Google Docs, and email platforms that help you build as you go. Focus on delivering value instead of trying to look like a polished brand from day one. That part can come later.

Stop Worrying About What People Think

One of the biggest things that holds folks back is fear—especially fear of judgment. You might wonder what your friends, family, or coworkers will say. Here’s a secret: most people are too wrapped up in their own lives to dwell on what you’re doing.

If they do judge you, that says more about them than it does about you. The people who matter will cheer you on. The rest? Let ‘em watch.

You’ll Learn More By Doing

You don’t need to be an expert to get started. You’ll figure things out as you go. It’s okay to make mistakes—they’re part of the process.

Sure, listen to podcasts or take a short course if you want to—but don’t let “learning” become a way to avoid action. Take messy steps forward. That’s how real progress happens.

Be Consistent Even When It’s Slow

The beginning can feel like a grind. You might post content and hear crickets. You may make zero sales in your first week. That’s normal.

The difference between people who succeed and people who quit is simple—consistency. Keep showing up. Keep learning. Keep adjusting. Results compound over time, but only if you stay in the game long enough to see them.

Protect Your Time and Energy

Balancing a side hustle with your regular life is no joke. You’ve got to be intentional with your time. Block out hours in your week just for your hustle. Treat it like an appointment.

And don’t forget to take breaks. Burnout won’t help you hit your goals any faster. You’re in this for the long haul.

Be Willing to Pivot

Sometimes the thing you start with won’t be the thing you stick with—and that’s okay. You might launch one product and realize your audience wants something slightly different. Or maybe you discover you enjoy one part of your hustle more than another.

Pivoting is smart, not shameful. Let the data and your gut guide you. It’s your business—build it in a way that works for you.

Final Thoughts

If you’re thinking about starting a side hustle, don’t overthink it—just start. Take the leap, even if it’s small. Use what you have. Ignore the noise. Be consistent. And know that success rarely shows up overnight.

But if you stick with it, adjust as needed, and keep learning—you’ll be amazed at what you can build.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred True Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

Where I Find God When I’m Not Looking for Him

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I don’t always go searching for God, but somehow—He always finds me. And most of the time, it’s not during a church service or a formal prayer. It’s in the small, sacred moments I never expect.

He Shows Up in the Silence

It’s funny how loud the world is. There’s always something buzzing, ringing, or demanding attention. But sometimes, in the middle of a chaotic day, everything gets quiet. Maybe it’s early morning before the house wakes up or that hush that follows a thunderstorm. And in that stillness, I feel something I can’t explain. A peace that doesn’t make sense. A knowing that I’m not alone.

I See Him in People

It’s not always in the obvious “church folks” either. I’ve seen God in the kindness of strangers, the patience of a friend who lets me ramble, and the hug from a grandchild that melts every worry away. He’s in the tired woman at the grocery store who still smiles. In the man who holds the door just because. In the person who forgives even when it’s hard. Those glimpses of grace—that’s God all over it.

He Meets Me in the Mess

Let’s be honest. Life gets messy. There are seasons when I feel burnt out, sick, behind on everything, or just plain lost. I’ve questioned Him. I’ve gotten mad. I’ve begged for answers. But even then—especially then—He shows up. Not always with a solution, but with comfort. With reminders that I’m held even when I don’t feel strong. Sometimes it’s a verse that pops into my head out of nowhere, a song on the radio, or a memory that brings tears and healing.

He’s in Nature, Too

I might be from Texas, but God’s not just in the Bible Belt. He’s in the way the sky turns pink just before dusk. He’s in the scent of honeysuckle on a warm day. In the rhythm of the waves when we finally make it to the beach. He’s in the birds that show up just when I need a sign and the wildflowers that bloom where nobody planted them. His creation whispers His presence even when I’m not listening for it.

Unexpected Conversations Bring Him Near

Some of the most God-filled conversations I’ve had didn’t start that way. A simple “how are you?” can turn into a holy moment. A phone call with a friend who just gets it. A heart-to-heart with my husband after a long day. Sometimes those talks turn into confessions, prayers, laughter through tears—and I walk away feeling seen, known, and loved. Not just by the person—but by God Himself.

I Don’t Always Look, but He’s Always There

I’ll admit—I don’t always wake up with my Bible open or my mind on spiritual things. Life happens. But somehow, God doesn’t wait for an invitation. He meets me where I am. On the couch with a headache. At the kitchen sink. In my car on a backroad. In the middle of grief. In the middle of joy. I’ve come to believe He’s not just with us when we call—He’s already there, gently nudging, waiting, comforting.

Final Thoughts

I don’t think we have to chase God down. I think we just have to be willing to notice Him. He’s in the background of our everyday life, weaving Himself into the ordinary. And maybe that’s the most sacred thing of all.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred True Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

Why I’d Rather Clean a Bathroom Than Answer a Phone Call

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We all have things we avoid like the plague. For me, it’s phone calls. Give me a rubber glove, some bleach, and a dirty toilet any day—just don’t make me answer my phone. It sounds dramatic, I know. But if you’re an introvert, a chronic overthinker, or just plain overstimulated by life, I bet you get it. Here’s exactly why I’ll scrub tile over taking a call every single time.

Phone Calls Feel Like an Ambush

First of all, phone calls are intrusive. They don’t wait for a good time. They demand your attention immediately, ringing with an urgency that makes your heart race even if it’s just your cousin calling to chat. Texts and emails can wait. They don’t expect you to drop what you’re doing, throw on your customer service voice, and perform a verbal tightrope act.

Cleaning the bathroom, however? It’s on my time. I can scrub, spray, and wipe down surfaces at my own pace, no performance required. The toilet never asks, “Did you get my message?” or “Are you free to talk right now?”

Awkward Silences Are Torture

In-person conversations come with body language, facial expressions, and gestures that fill in the blanks. On the phone, it’s just voices—and sometimes, it’s just silence. And not the good kind.

When there’s a pause in a phone conversation, my brain immediately spirals: Did I say something weird? Are they distracted? Should I fill the silence? It’s exhausting.

Meanwhile, when I’m elbow-deep in cleaning supplies, I can enjoy actual silence. Peaceful, productive silence that smells like lemon-scented disinfectant.

Bathroom Cleaning Has Clear Goals

Cleaning a bathroom is gross, but it’s straightforward. There’s a beginning, middle, and end. You know when the job is done. There’s satisfaction in watching grime disappear and seeing everything sparkle when you’re finished.

Phone calls, on the other hand, are unpredictable. You don’t know how long they’ll last, what they’ll be about, or whether they’ll end on a weird note. One minute you’re saying hello, the next you’re hearing about someone’s dog’s pancreatitis or being guilt-tripped into something you didn’t sign up for.

I Can Multitask When I Clean

When I’m cleaning, I can pop in my earbuds and listen to a podcast or blast some music. I can zone out and still be productive. It’s oddly therapeutic.

But when I’m on the phone? I’m stuck. I can’t do much else besides pace around the house pretending to sound engaged. Multitasking during a call feels rude, and let’s be real—holding the phone with your shoulder while scrubbing the sink isn’t exactly ergonomic.

I Have Anxiety and Phones Are Triggers

This one might hit home for more people than you think. Phone anxiety is real. It’s not just being shy or antisocial. It’s the genuine panic that creeps in when your phone rings or when you know you need to make a call.

Sometimes, even thinking about answering makes me nauseous. I start sweating, rehearsing what I’ll say, and convincing myself I’ll sound ridiculous. The bathroom? At least I know what I’m walking into. And I can wear gloves.

I’m Not Alone in This

If you feel this way, you’re definitely not the only one. More and more people—especially millennials and Gen Z—are ditching calls for texts and DMs. We grew up with caller ID, voicemail, and the sweet relief of “Do Not Disturb.” And we learned to love communication on our terms.

It’s not about being rude. It’s about managing mental load, energy, and boundaries.

Final Thoughts

So yes, I’ll gladly choose a toilet brush over a phone call. Not because I love cleaning (trust me, I don’t), but because it gives me control, clarity, and calm—three things that phone calls rarely offer. If you’re like me, know that it’s okay to screen your calls, text back later, and protect your peace. Just maybe light a candle after cleaning the bathroom, too. You’ve earned it.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

How I Clean When I’m Mad

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Ever been so mad you could scrub the paint off the walls? Same. When I get fired up, I channel every ounce of that frustration into something productive—cleaning. It’s not just about tidying up; it’s therapy with a mop in hand. So if you’re the kind of person who needs to do something when you’re mad, this one’s for you. Here’s how I clean when I’m mad and how you can turn a bad mood into a clean house.

First, I Let the Rage Pick the Playlist

Before I touch a single sponge, I grab my phone and put on a playlist that matches my mood. We’re talkin’ angry girl anthems, Southern rock with some bite, or old-school rap that makes you feel like you can throw hands with the dust bunnies. This isn’t a soft, easy listening kind of clean—we’re deep cleaning like our feelings depend on it. And in a way, they kinda do.

I Start With Whatever’s Bugging Me Most

I don’t follow a routine when I’m mad. I go straight for the mess that’s bothering me the most. If it’s the kitchen counter stacked with dishes, that’s where I go. If it’s the laundry that’s been sitting in the dryer for two days, I’ll yank it out like it personally offended me. When I’m in a mood, I let that emotion guide me, and honestly, it works better than any chore chart ever has.

I Clean Harder, Faster, and Meaner

I don’t gently wipe things down—I scrub. I vacuum like I’m mad at the carpet. I slam trash bags around and toss clutter into the trash like I’m tossing ex-boyfriend hoodies (no offense, Santiago). And I swear, the more I clean, the more the anger melts away. It’s like I’m sweeping up my feelings and dumping ‘em out with the crumbs.

I Talk to Myself While I Do It

Don’t judge me, but when I’m mad-cleaning, I talk it out. Sometimes I mutter under my breath. Sometimes I full-on rant while wiping down the fridge. And every once in a while, I’ll laugh at how ridiculous I sound—but by then, I’m already halfway through a deep clean. Bonus: no one wants to interrupt me, so I get to clean in peace.

I Use It As a Reset

By the time I’m done, I usually feel calmer. My house looks better. My mind feels clearer. And even if the thing that made me mad is still lingering, it doesn’t feel quite as heavy. Cleaning when I’m mad gives me a way to reset without taking it out on anyone (or texting something I’ll regret).

I Don’t Aim for Perfection—Just Progress

Let’s be honest: angry cleaning isn’t always methodical. Sometimes I miss a spot. Sometimes I forget to pop in a wax melt or put things all the way back where they belong. But I’m not chasing perfection—I’m just channeling energy. And progress, especially when you’re fired up, is better than sitting around stewing.

Cleaning when I’m mad isn’t just about having a cleaner home. It’s about doing something with the anger instead of letting it eat me up. Plus, nothing feels better than slamming a cabinet shut knowing the junk drawer inside is finally organized.

So next time you’re mad, don’t doom-scroll or fire off that text. Grab a rag and turn that rage into sparkle.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

Perimenopause Is Kicking My Ass: A Survival Story 11 Years in the Making

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When It All Started

If you had told me back in 2014 that I’d still be riding the perimenopause rollercoaster in 2025, I would’ve laughed in your face. Then again, maybe I wouldn’t—because I’d be too busy squinting through an ocular migraine, bloated like I swallowed a watermelon, and Googling “what does a stroke feel like?” at 2:30 a.m.

I hit puberty early, had kids early, and pretty much ran my reproductive system like a demolition derby. So yeah, maybe it makes sense that the “change” kicked in sooner than average. But 11 years? That ain’t a change—that’s a damn lifestyle.

The First Symptom: What the Hell Was That?

My periods were once like a Swiss watch—every 28 days, no fuss, no drama. I naïvely assumed menopause would be the same. Spoiler alert: it is not.

My first warning sign? An ocular migraine. I wasn’t even a headache person, so when I suddenly started seeing through what looked like a vibrating Coke bottle, I panicked. I thought I was having a stroke. That led to my first of many ER visits, CT scans, and puzzled doctors who all patted my head and told me I was “fine.” Except I wasn’t.

Heart Racing, Bloating, and Full-On Night Terrors

Not long after the migraines, I started waking up around 2-3 a.m. with my heart racing like I was being chased by something invisible and terrifying. My stomach would swell up like I was nine months pregnant, and the acid reflux would hit like a freight train. The cycle always ended the same: me freezing cold, shaky, and sure I was dying.

Turns out, these were nocturnal panic attacks—but they weren’t just “in my head.” I later learned the connection between gut issues and the vagus nerve. When my bloated stomach compressed that nerve, it triggered heart palpitations and panic. Vicious cycle, right?

These episodes led to countless EKGs, a panic disorder diagnosis, and one incredibly unhelpful doctor who refused to believe hormones were the root cause. I bought a KardiaMobile (a portable EKG), taught myself how to read it, and started using Calm magnesium powder and beta blockers at night. That combo has helped a ton—but those episodes? Still scary as hell.

Overachiever Hormones: Because Normal Would Be Too Easy

Most women my age with thyroid issues develop hypothyroidism. Not me. I went full throttle with hyperthyroidism. Racing heart? Check. Sky-high anxiety? Check. It took a kind-hearted ER doc following a hunch to even catch it.

A couple years in, things got real weird. I had a full year of bizarre neurological symptoms—brief waves of heat through my tongue, weird little patches of chill bumps (always near my right knee), and eye floaters that looked like black worms swimming across my vision. Then came the daily headaches. Three months straight of head pain and a doctor who thought 800mg of Advil every six hours was a sustainable plan.

That little plan destroyed my gut, left scar tissue on my liver, and killed my gallbladder. My food started going through me undigested—yes, as gross as it sounds—and I was sick for two full years while everyone shrugged.

The Gallbladder Saga

My gallbladder wasn’t your typical lazy slacker. Oh no, mine was hyperkinetic—constantly dumping bile, whether it was needed or not. My white blood cells were sky high, my face was flushed, and I was running out of energy and patience. It took forever to get a diagnosis, and even then, most surgeons in my area wouldn’t touch it.

Thanks to the internet and some life-saving Facebook groups, I figured out how to manage it myself with TUDCA, ox bile, and digestive enzymes. If I skip my enzymes for a couple days, I feel it immediately. But with them? I can function like a semi-normal human.

Weight Gain, Anemia, and the Ice Cravings from Hell

I gained weight—some from the hormonal chaos, some from steroid treatments, and all of it against my will. Then the heavy periods started turning into hemorrhages, and I became severely anemic. I ended up needing iron transfusions. Anemia brought its own party favors: hair loss, constant dizziness, and an uncontrollable craving for ice. Like, I go through two 10-pound bags of Sonic ice every single week.

Normal Symptoms? Yep, Got Those Too

Joint pain? Sure, but I knocked that out with collagen peptides. Mood swings? You bet. Brain fog? Constantly walking into rooms and forgetting why. Random body aches, brittle nails, dry skin, hormonal acne, sleepless nights—you name it, I’ve probably had it.

Hot flashes, though? Strangely, I’ve never had one. That’s one thing I hope stays off my perimenopause bingo card.

Why Don’t Women Talk About This?

I spent years thinking I was losing my mind. My doctor dismissed me. My symptoms didn’t fit the neat little boxes. I joined several perimenopause Facebook groups, and finally—finally—I stopped feeling so alone. Turns out, millions of us are silently suffering because nobody wants to talk about the reality of perimenopause.

So now, I talk about it. I make sure my daughters know exactly what this phase of life can look like. I even keep a spreadsheet to track my cycles, symptoms, supplements, and mood swings. You know, like a hormonal war journal.

Will It Ever End?

The average woman spends 4–5 years in perimenopause. Some are lucky with just a year or two. And then there’s me—year 11, holding strong, breaking records, and earning gold stars in reproductive overachievement.

Maybe one day I’ll write a book about this whole chaotic journey—assuming I survive it. But for now, I’ll keep managing my symptoms, advocating for myself, and sharing my story so other women don’t feel as lost as I did.

Because if perimenopause is going to kick my ass, the least I can do is drag it into the light and give it a name.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

What It Means to Be Okay with Stillness

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In a world that praises hustle and constant movement, stillness can feel like laziness or wasted time. But being okay with stillness isn’t about giving up—it’s about learning how to be present without needing to fill every moment.

Let’s talk about why stillness matters, what it really means, and how you can start to feel comfortable with it.

Stillness Isn’t Emptiness

Stillness isn’t the absence of productivity. It’s not doing nothing—it’s allowing your mind and body a chance to just be. That could look like sitting on the porch watching the wind blow, or lying in bed without reaching for your phone.

It’s in these quiet moments that we often hear the thoughts we’ve been drowning out. Stillness gives space for clarity, reflection, and even creativity.

Why We Resist Stillness

Many of us were raised to believe that doing more is always better. So when we sit still, we start to feel guilty. Our brains whisper things like:

  • “You should be doing something.”
  • “This is lazy.”
  • “You’re falling behind.”

But none of those things are true. They’re just the noise of a world that equates worth with busyness.

How to Start Embracing Stillness

Learning to be okay with stillness takes time. It’s a skill, just like anything else. Here’s how to ease into it:

Start Small

You don’t have to sit in silence for hours. Try taking five minutes a day to pause—no screens, no music, no multitasking. Just breathe.

Redefine Productivity

Stillness can be productive in its own way. It’s where you recover, recharge, and reconnect with yourself.

Pay Attention to What Shows Up

When you sit still, you might feel discomfort at first. Let it come. Notice it without judgment. The more you practice, the easier it gets.

The Quiet Moments Hold Power

Stillness doesn’t mean you’ve stopped growing. In fact, growth often begins in the quiet. It’s in the pause that we find strength, balance, and sometimes even answers we’ve been chasing for too long.

Being okay with stillness means giving yourself permission to rest, to listen, and to just be. Not because you earned it—but because you deserve it.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

How I Batch Summer Content Without Losing My Mind

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Summer is chaos, y’all. Between family time, BBQs, weekend trips, the grandbabies running wild, and trying to stay cool in this Texas heat—content creation can feel like herding cats. But batching content? That’s how I survive it.

If you’re a blogger, small biz owner, or just trying to keep your social feeds alive while living your life, let me show you how I batch summer content without pulling my hair out.

Why I Batch in the First Place

I don’t want to spend every sunny day hunched over my laptop. I want to be outside with the hubs, tossing something on the grill or floating in the pool with a cold drink. Batching lets me do that.

By setting aside a few focused hours each week, I can knock out blog posts, social captions, and graphics ahead of time—so the content rolls out even when I’m offline.

Step 1: I Start With a Master Plan

First thing’s first—I grab my planner and jot down every blog, post, idea, or promo I need to push during the month. This includes:

  • Blog post topics
  • Product promos or launches
  • Newsletter themes
  • Social media post ideas
  • Seasonal reminders (like swapping to fall scents!)

Then I sort everything by week and match the heavier stuff (like blog posts) with lighter tasks (like IG Stories). That way I don’t get burnt out all in one day.

Step 2: I Use Templates Like a Pro

I don’t reinvent the wheel every time. I’ve got templates for everything—from blog post layouts to Pinterest pins to Instagram captions.

For example:

  • Blog posts always follow a tried-and-true structure with headings
  • My social captions follow formats like: “Question + personal touch + call to action”
  • Pinterest graphics are all made in batches with plug-and-play designs

Templates are the secret sauce that keeps my batching quick and easy.

Step 3: I Batch by Type, Not Platform

Trying to write a blog post, edit a Reel, and design pins in one sitting is a recipe for burnout. Instead, I batch by type of task:

  • Writing Day: I write blog posts, captions, or product descriptions
  • Design Day: I make all graphics, thumbnails, and story templates
  • Scheduling Day: I load it all into platforms like Canva, Tailwind, or Meta

This keeps my brain from switching gears too often—and everything gets done faster.

Step 4: I Use the Weather to My Advantage

It’s hot in Texas. Real hot. So I plan my batching sessions during those brutal afternoon hours when I don’t want to step foot outside anyway.

I’ll turn on a documentary, pour a tall glass of ice water, and knock out two to three hours of content work while everyone else is napping or hiding from the heat. Come evening, I’m free to enjoy the cooler air and my family.

Step 5: I Give Myself Grace (and Wiggle Room)

Let’s be real—life happens. A kid needs help, the dog throws up, or I just need a dang break. I always leave open space in my calendar for catch-up or extra ideas that pop up.

If I don’t get everything batched perfectly? That’s fine. The world won’t end if I skip a post here and there. I’d rather be consistent most of the time than burnt out all the time.

Final Thoughts

Summer should be for making memories—not stressing over your next post. Batching lets me keep my content flowing while still living my life, enjoying my family, and maybe even catching a little tan along the way.

If you’ve never tried batching, give it a go. It takes a little planning, but once you get your groove? It’s a total game-changer.

Let me know if you want to see my favorite templates or how I schedule out a full week in under an hour. I’ll spill it all!

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

The Worst Room in My House and Why It Stays That Way

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A Room Full of Chaos—and Dreams

I know folks like to assume the kitchen is the heart of the home. But in my house? The chaos lives in the craft room. And when I say “worst room,” I don’t mean it’s ugly or unloved—I mean it’s a beautiful, overwhelming mess that somehow rules my entire life.

Welcome to My Craft Cave

This ain’t your average craft nook. Oh no, honey—this is the headquarters of Mama Crow’s. It’s where I make every single wax melt y’all love so much. It’s got zones. Like, legit stations:

A melting station for my wax melter
A pour station to get those blends just right
A packing station to label, wrap, and box it all up
And let’s not forget the shelves stacked with molds, fragrance oils, bags, and every kind of supply you can think of

More Than Wax—It’s a One-Woman Workshop

And as if that wasn’t enough? This room also houses my:

Oh—and this is also where I record TikToks and photograph product shots. So yeah. If you ever wondered where the magic happens, it’s right here… buried under a pile of glitter and half-labeled shipping envelopes.

Why It Stays That Way

I’ve tried organizing it. I’ve bought the bins. I’ve labeled drawers. I even had a vision board moment where I thought I’d turn it into a Pinterest-worthy dream space. But between restocks, custom orders, content creation, and trying to remember if I already bought more pipettes (I did), it just never quite gets there.

The truth is, this room works hard. And because I work hard, this room ends up looking like a tornado of productivity on most days. Clean it all up? Sure. But by tomorrow, it’ll look like I never touched it.

And Honestly? I Kinda Love It

Do I cringe a little when I walk in and trip over a roll of shrink wrap? Yep. Do I dream of a giant, open studio with perfect lighting and fancy storage drawers? Of course. But this room is proof of everything I’ve built.

It’s not just the worst room. It’s the most real room. It holds my mess, my creativity, and every idea I’ve brought to life (even the weird ones I probably shouldn’t have tried to mold in the first place).

So Don’t Judge the Mess

Next time you see one of my wax melts, just know it came from a place that’s equal parts organized chaos and creative heart. And if you’ve got a room that looks more “lived in” than lovely? You’re in good company.

Tell me—what’s your worst room and why? Let’s make peace with the mess and celebrate the magic it hides.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.