crafting, self help, Thankful, Uncategorized

Back Porch Thoughts

Hi! My name is Alishia and I am a KraftaholicMommy!

Saturday mornings start off one of two ways in my house. First, my munchkin wakes up before me and does his own form of a wake up call. He loves to come in the room and taps me on the face over and over until I get up out of bed. It is at this time I am bombarded with about fifteen thousand questions about everything and no two questions in a row will remotely be related to each other. The second way is my favorite. The munchkin sleeps in and I have a few blissful moments alone before the crazy begins. On mornings like this, I take my time praying, drinking my coffee, and taking in the morning sun on my back porch. I also take this time to really let my mind process anything and everything that I have been putting off.

I take that few extra minutes to empty any unprocessed emotions that are negative. I force myself to feel my feelings. I know, that if I don’t allow myself to truly process these negative emotions, they are going to mount and I will eventually lose my cool. I don’t want to go back to the angry and bitter person I was in my younger years. I want to remain as happy as I am right now.

I’ve spoke about a thing I do from time to time before on this site, but I think it needs to be brought up again. When there is a negative emotion that is massive in my heart, I write it down. I get as specific as I possibly can and I put it all down on paper. I allow myself to write down all of the horrible thoughts I have on the situation, all of the most painful emotions I have on it, and I allow myself to truly feel every bit of it. When I am done writing and I have put absolutely everything down on that paper, I pray about it. I ask God to help me move past these feelings. I ask Him to help me to leave these feelings on this paper and help to burn it from my heart. After my prayer, I burn the pages. I burn every word, every thought, every raw emotion. I know some might say that it is a dramatic thing to do, but there is something so therapeutic in doing this for me. This isn’t for everyone and by no means am I telling you go burning your journals or go nuts on burning everything you write all the time. I only do this when the emotions are nearly too large for me to handle. I don’t do this because Mr. Toyota decided to lay on the horn at me for not moving as quickly as he would like at a stop light that literally just turned green. To Mr. Toyota, I simply lay on my horn too. There’s a priceless face people make when you have no one in front of you and you are blowing your horn. They definitely know you are honking at them and I do love a good laugh.

All seriousness aside, I love mornings like this because every once in awhile you just need some time completely to yourself. I don’t get these mornings often, but when I do, I definitely take the time to thank God for them. I have learned in my very short six years of motherhood that times to yourself are few and far between. I also wouldn’t have it any other way. I enjoy always having something to do. I may not enjoy the seven thousand messes to clean or the never ending pile of laundry, but I am thankful that I have a house to clean and clothes for my little man to wash. My mom taught me that. I had complained to her one day about having so many loads of laundry and how it took me forever to clean the house and how exhausted I was. Basically, Alishia was having a pity party and Mama needed to teach her a lesson. My mom explained to me that all of the things I was complaining about were actually blessings. Those dirty dishes that I hated washing, meant that my family was able to eat. All of that laundry I had to do, meant that everyone had clothes to wear. All of the cleaning I was complaining about having to do, meant that I had a home to do them in. She taught me that turning the complaint into a reason for joy would make all of it easier to manage. I am not going to lie, at first I thought the woman had lost her mind. However, I gave it a try. Boy, that woman knows what she is talking about. Now, I enjoy cleaning my house, seriously. I love doing laundry, for real. I still hate washing dishes. I don’t think that will ever change, but I love cooking. I remind myself each time I feel slightly less than happy about doing any mundane chore of what my mom told me and I feel myself perking up again.

While that mentality doesn’t spill over to my life problems, it did prompt me to come up with a way to process my problems. When I have my “burning” therapy session, I feel lighter, I feel happier, and I feel more at peace with situations. I am then able to come up with better solutions to problems and I typically am able to come up with those solutions while crafting. Hence the reason I am a KraftaholicMommy…haha.

Tomorrow is Sunday and that means on this site it is Christian Sunday. The post for tomorrow will be related to being a Christian. I know not everyone who visits is a Christian and I wanted to give the heads up so you don’t think I am trying to force my beliefs on you. I would never do that. However, if you ever have any questions about it, feel free to contact me, I would be more than happy to talk with you about the Bible. Tomorrow’s Christian topic will be about how I pray. Also, tomorrow I will be sharing with you a “Thank You” Card that I made recently.

I hope you enjoyed today’s post. If you did, feel free to give this a like, comment, and share so others can enjoy this as well. In between posts, feel free to follow me on Facebook at and on Instagram at I post on these at least once a day between posts on here. Until next time,

Thank you!

God Bless!

Happy Krafting!



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