The Decision Making Dilemma

I'm a decisive person. I don't typically struggle to make a decision. I wouldn't say I make knee-jerk decisions, but I think about what's most important to me and I go with it. Sometimes things don't work out or someone might question why I did what I did, especially if given new information five minutes later or whatever, my decision doesn't make sense anymore and I will respond with a simple: "DECISIONS WERE MADE!" My thought process is inaction is often the worst thing you can do. Frankly, inaction is also a decision. Recently, I listened to a book by Tony Robbins and he said for anyone who is struggling to make decisions, the best thing they can do is continue to make decisions. It's like a muscle. You have to continue to work it and perfect it and you will continue to get better at making decisions. It's the...

Recipe For: A Wife

My husband encouraged me to write this post. I was hesitant because I fear it will bias as hell since I'm obviously super fab and killing it every day. Wow, I almost said that with a straight face! Good for me! Being a wife is the hardest job I've ever undertaken. Maybe not even just wife, but wife and mom. The level of responsibility on your shoulders at all times is unprecedented. You are the secret keeper, the organizer, you are required to remember where everybody's everythings are, you have to cook dinner, get everyone where they need to go, and, if you're like me you're involved and you volunteer and then that creates a whole other level of involvement and, at times, complication. In no way am I complaining. It's just a lot to have on your plate. Mom brain is real. I have to write things down. I...

Where Do You Fall In The High Maintenance, Low Maintenance, IDGAF Lifestyle Brand?

It’s basically standard operating procedure in my family to call me high maintenance. I don’t really care. I’ve leaned into it even though I think it’s bologna. What some call high maintenance, I simply call having standards. So I only drink specific types of bottled water, Pinot Grigio, basically only consume chicken for protein (hello, Chick Fil A! Call me! 😉) have a specific skin care regimen and wear only highly curated brands of makeup, jeans, shoes, jewelry, and handbags. Oh, and don’t even ask me about my hair … God bless all the stylists I’ve ever had. It's not easy and I warn them of this in advance! One gal before I allowed her to take m on as a client, I specifically said after I explained what I wanted and how I wanted my hair, "I would understand knowing all of this if you didn't want to take...

Are Boundaries Making Us Selfish?

This week on one of my favorite podcasts, The Absolutely Not Podcast with Heather McMahan, the comedian posed an interesting idea: boundaries are making us selfish. Jigga what? Jigga who? Admittedly, I laughed when she said it. She's a comedian, that's the job. As she went on to describe why she felt this way, I started to understand where she was coming from and thought maybe she was right! Maybe boundaries are making us selfish. To be clear, boundaries are an essential and important part of any healthy relationship. I'm not advocating for not having any boundaries. YAY, BOUNDARIES! The selfish part comes in when and how you decide to flex those boundaries. Someone starts talking about something you're not comfortable with and you scream "BOUNDARIES!" and then walk away and never talk to them again. You get in a fight with your mom, sister, friend, or whomever and then...
Heather Chastain

About Heather

(So, my web designer says I needed to include a bio, though I find this task silly because, if you’re here, you know me.)

I’m a writer. It’s what I do. It’s a cathartic mechanism when I need release from my anxiety. I’ve had blogs in the past; I’ve taken them down, but I never stopped writing. I simply can’t. My notes app is forever long as it’s filled with pages and pages of different topics. Sometimes I just write a few sentences. Sometimes I write paragraphs.

Recently, I've been writing long essays. My friends and others I hold dear have coaxed me into sharing my work again.

So that's what I'm doing, you wicked, pushy people. LOL

I have no desire to see my writing be anything more than an opportunity to share what I love doing most. I have no interest in this blog reaching the masses.

I thought it would be fun to call it My Spicy Disaster because that's often how I feel. A complete mess of epic proportion. So join me, if you'd like, and let's pretend we're not sitting amongst the chaos crying, but laughing instead.

Or maybe we do cry sometimes, but then wipe our tears and remember one person’s disaster is another person’s … well, who the hell knows …