Wednesday, July 1, 2020
Housecleaning Mindset Hack for the Notorious Procrastinator
Tuesday, April 14, 2020
Guilt by Glorification
I, like almost everyone else on the planet right now, find myself with more free time than I've had since adolescence. However, when I used to say "I just need to sleep for, like, three weeks" this is not what I had in mind. Instead, my time off has been sabotaged by a subtle yet unyielding sense of anxiety that demands a piece of any potential relaxation. As I rack my brain trying to find the source of said anxiety, I keep coming back to the fact that I have a tendency to glorify the past.
I keep wondering, am I the only one with this tendency? No matter what my present situation may be, I always find a way to dilute its potential joy by remembering a time in my life that I deem as more pleasant. Examples:
"My body was so much better in high school."
"I had so much more free time before I chose to have kids."
Not so long ago I broke down in tears telling my husband and God, "I just need a break."
If my request and prayer has been answered, then why do I feel compelled to reminisce on times when my schedule was packed with work and weekend plans? At first glance when I look back at the time before quarantine I remember routine, financial stability, socialization, physical fitness and presentation, and general happiness.
What I have come to realize is that isolation, financial uncertainty, and lack of necessary routine will make a busy lifestyle seem so much more appealing- even if at the time I felt almost painfully overwhelmed and exhausted.
Not only do I find myself craving the hustle and bustle of my not-so- distant past, but when I was living in the (aforementioned) past I found myself wishing I could return to the year before, when I was on maternity leave. I remember last month when I was working for the 6th day in a row at the salon, not being able to put my son to bed for the 6th night in a row and thinking "Why was I so miserable when I was a stay at home mom those first couple of months? I had it made. I took it for granted."
Flash forward to this month: chronic dissatisfaction as a result of glorifying my past.
The more I dissect this nasty habit and the role it's played in my life the more I recognize it as a familiar friend, a wolf in sheep's clothing. It's a voice that has the power to make me feel the need to change the present to the past, creating an unusual type of nostalgia for a version of myself that I worked very hard to change. Why do I continue to feed into this bullshit notion that I was happier before? Why don't I work harder to be joyful in the present moment instead?
This doesn't mean that I can magically forget the current worries and stressors that I'm facing and only feel joy. What I'm learning in this season is that every seemingly pleasant chapter of life that I've been through has the opposite of a silver lining- a dull lining, if you will.
My body may have been "better" in high school, but I was a young and insecure girl who ran 8 miles a day and had never created another human being.
I might have had more free time before having Dean, but I felt empty and constantly envied the mothers that I was around. I felt derived of my purpose. I spent my free time partying and working to fill that void.
There is always bad in the good, and there is always good in the bad. Realizing my tendency to feed the glorification monster has been like hitting myself across the face with a text book that says "WAKE THE F*** UP AND ENJOY THE MOMENT BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO GLORIFY IT ONE DAY ANYWAY."
Someday, life will go back to normal. Someday, I'm going to look back at this time and think "Why was so depressed and anxious? Why didn't I enjoy it?" I'll be damned if I think those thoughts and my answer is "Because I wished I was working and socializing instead of relaxing and soaking up every precious second with my 18 month old that most people would kill to have to opportunity to go back and do with their child."
My prayer is that when I look back at the quarantine I think this:
"I was worried, anxious, and depressed at first because I was focusing on how everything was going to work out globally and financially. Thank God I realized my tendency to glorify my past, because it taught me how to be present. Yes, I was stressed, but I acknowledged that everything would be okay. We recovered. I was given time to refresh, slow down, organize, create, and spend time with my son that I NEVER would have had otherwise. That time to myself was a gift from God."
Thoughts?
xx
Tanner
Monday, April 6, 2020
Welcome to Madhouse Society
I seem to have lost sight of that fact in the year that this blog was created. With print journalism dead and the blog scene going up in flames right behind it, I spent a lot of time scrambling and trying to keep up with the bloggers and influencers (ew I hate that word) that I wanted to emulate. What I've come to realize is this:
I don't want to have a blog where I show how perfect my life is and only talk about superficial things. I want to speak my mind, share my struggles, and offer some helpful life + beauty tips along the way.
If that makes this blog less appealing to the masses, so be it.
Rather than only doing super curated blog posts offering my knowledge on specific subjects, think of this as more of a column in a paper. My paper.
Yes, there will still be {elaborate} skincare routines and botox Q&A, but there will also be essays on my current thoughts and letters to my son.
I started off calling this blog "Becoming Tanner," and I am still so proud of what that means. I am always striving to become the best version of myself. I am always growing, learning, changing.
With that being said, I have decided to pivot and rebrand this bitch. I don't want this space to be about me. This space needs to be where likeminded people can come to feel beautiful and understood.
Welcome to Madhouse Society.
We're all mad here.
xx Tanner
Tuesday, January 14, 2020
Slouchy Denim: 4 Styling Tips
I have been hesitant to do a post about styling despite it being something that I'm obsessed with, because I feel like personal style is just that: personal. I hate to say "this is right, and this is wrong" when there really is no definite "right" and "wrong" when it comes to style. It's just an opinion.
I decided that I'm just going to give you guys details about what I LOVE and how I figure out what I love. I love pairing certain fabrics with others, playing with which combinations are the most flattering for my body type, and just experimenting with what items I feel like express my personality.
Today's trend:
Baggy, slouchy denim.
I feel pretty strongly about what is best paired with baggy denim, so here are my tips!
Saturday, December 21, 2019
Q & A With @makeupbyforeverliz
Well, hello stranger.
I have been MIA lately for a lot of reasons but I'm back, bitches!
You're going to love this one.
I have had the pleasure of working with Liz Leon, AKA @makeupbyforeverliz on Instagram, on several weddings and photoshoots! She is insanely talented, sweet, funny, and a kick ass business woman. I had the privilege of getting my makeup done by her about a month ago, and let me tell you- she did NOT disappoint!
Liz did my makeup at Arch Haus of Brows in Clovis, where she does several of her bridal makeup trials. I have followed AHOB on Instagram for a while- I am OBSESSED with the aesthetic and entire vibe of the building. If you guys live in the Fresno/ Clovis area you must check it out!
Below is an interview I sent Liz, just generally picking her brain about business, products, mistakes, and more!
Enjoy!
Q: What keeps you passionate about makeup after being in this business so long? What keeps you from getting burned out?
A: So many things keep me passionate about doing makeup. I have been a Freelance makeup artist for over 6 years now. I still feel so excited to pick up a makeup brush and work on a client. I love my job so much and the amount of support I receive from my family and close friends really keeps me going. I truly feel that the little beauty community I have created on Instagram is so genuine and I have people cheering me on every day. Having creative freedom and creating makeup looks that excite me also play a part in keeping me passionate. Every now and then I will organize a photoshoot with a concept in mind and bring my vision to life. Watching it all come together continues to fuel my passion for being a makeup artist.
Monday, November 4, 2019
My Intermittent Fasting Cheat- Sheet
Another hack is to add pink Himalayan sea salt to your water. This adds electrolytes and minerals and keeps you full longer! This way the water doesn't just go straight through you.
Questions? As always you can message me on IG and I'll let you know what I think!
Wednesday, October 9, 2019
Dean’s Birth Story
One year ago today Dean Alexander Mathewson was born. In honor of my baby turning one I thought I would do a special edition blog post telling his birth story. When I was pregnant I used to love reading other peoples birth stories, it’s so interesting to me how different everyone’s birth experiences are.
It’s long, but if you’re interested here’s my detailed birth story.
I can quite literally remember it like it was yesterday. My due date was October 14th, but my whole pregnancy I had a feeling (and hoped) that he would come early. I walked Nova a couple of miles almost every day during my pregnancy and I think that had a hand in him coming early.
I went into labor at 5:30am on Monday, October 8th. Blake and I were asleep and my contractions started in so aggressively hat it woke me up. I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions all week but this was different. I decided to get my phone out after a little while to see if I could start timing them. Sure enough, they were coming about every 2-4 minutes, lasting 30-40 seconds each.
I happened to have a doctor’s appointment scheduled that morning with my OBGYN so instead of going to the hospital I told Blake to go to work and called my mom and mother in law. I packed a hospital bag just in case and all three of us headed to my appointment.
When we got there my midwife was busy so I saw her nurse’s assistant. When I told her how close together my contractions were she told me that I would most likely have him by that night, but when she checked me I was only 1cm dilated. She told me to walk as much as possible to speed things up.
At this point walking was uncomfortable but doable, so I got breakfast with my mom and mother in law and then went for a walk with my mom and sister for a good hour. I remember on our walk around the park I had to stop and breath through the contractions- they were getting so intense.
As soon as Blake got off work we called one of Blake’s brothers to stay at the house and watch Nova while we headed to the hospital. When we got there I was in so much pain but was feeling hopeful. The nurse in triage hooked me up to a monitor that showed my contractions, and kept making comments about how big my contractions were.
She checked me and looked up at me sadly- I was only dilated to 1cm. STILL. I lost it. "I AM NOT A ONE!" If you know me, you know I am not a confrontational person whatsoever, lol I was just in so much pain I couldn’t imagine going through this much longer without being admitted to the hospital. She proceeded to tell me that because this was my first baby that I could go through this for up to a week. A WEEK?! No. No way. I said "I can’t sleep. If you send me home I won’t sleep." It was already 9:30 at night! She called Rita, my OBGYN and Rita told her to give me a shot of morphine and send me home.
Let me tell you, morphine is amazing. Lol I had blake take me to get In N Out and was able to sleep for about 3 hours before it wore off. By noon on Tuesday I couldn’t take it any more. I was begging Blake to take me back to the hospital and kept saying "I promise it’s different this time, I promise!" Sure enough, when they checked me again at the hospital I was a 3! Good enough to be admitted, thank God.
As soon as we got to my room I asked for my epidural. I remember during the contractions I couldn’t even walk, I had to bend over and crouch down and just try to breathe. My nurse was an angel, she just kept rubbing my back and saying "You’re doing great mama!"
The anesthesiologist came in and asked everyone to leave the room. My nurse was there comforting me while he gave me the epidural. I will never forget that feeling of being in so much pain, so exhausted, and feeling another contraction start to build. Right as that new wave was coming he must have given me the epidural. The pain disappeared completely. It was magical. I asked him "Why doesn’t everyone do this?!" and cried tears of relief. I feel so lucky because I was able to feel my legs but feel no pain.
Once I got the epidural we brought out the laptop and watched Friends! That was my birth plan: epidural and Friends. I had a "happy button" that I could push whenever I felt the epidural wearing off, that way I stayed nice and numb.
They came in and broke my water after a little while, and the water was cloudy- he had pooped, which is called meconium. If babies inhale the meconium at all it can be extremely dangerous so they informed me that the NICU team would be there during the delivery to make sure everything was okay.
Things still weren’t moving as quickly as Rita wanted, so they gave me pitocin to speed things up. As we got closer to the delivery my nurses noticed that I had a fever that kept getting higher and higher. Rita came in a little before 9:00 so that I can start pushing. This was when I totally fell in love with Rita- she fought for us during that delivery. I was shaking uncontrollably from the fever and adrenaline, and my new nurse that I got after the shift change was not on top of things or very friendly. Rita got onto her and demanded assistance from her in every way: it made me feel safe.
After 10 minutes or so of pushing we met our little man. Dean had a fever when he came out too but was otherwise perfectly healthy. He was 6lbs 8oz (thank you Lord) with dark hair and dark eyes.
I was in complete shock. I was so exhausted and not at all expecting Rita to give him to me immediately, but she did. As soon as he was out she put him on my chest- and I almost dropped him lol I was so tired. He was crying SO loud, everyone kept laughing because he has such strong lungs.
I will probably start crying as I write this, but this was the best moment of my entire life. I was exhausted after laboring for 40 hours, overwhelmed because he was crying so loud, and Blake walked over. I always read that the baby knows their fathers voice from the womb but I never truly bought into it. I have so many clients a day, how does he know Blake’s voice compared to everyone else’s?
I was wrong. He said "Hey, buddy." And just like that, Dean got quiet. He grabbed Blake’s finger and stopped crying. He knew his Daddy. It was so beautiful.
And I’m crying.
I remember I started bawling and the nurse asked me "What’s wrong? What hurts?" And I couldn’t speak I was so happy. She said "Oh, you’re happy?" And I just nodded my head while crying silently.
They stitched me up and I was good to go.
This past year has been the hardest, best year of my entire life.
Dean, if you ever read this you are Mama’s best friend. My life will never be the same. You are the most loving, beautiful, handsome, funny, smart boy. I am so blessed to have you as a son.
Tuesday, September 24, 2019
My Experience With Botox & Filler
Miss me?
I've been so busy lately, and lazy when I have spare time as a result. However, I'm eager to get back to sharing with you guys!
Okay, so this topic is something I've been dying to talk about, but wanted to wait until I had a little more experience with it before I did a blog post about it. It's kind of taboo, and has a lot of misconceptions behind it. It's something I debated talking about, but at the end of the day it's something I want to share regardless of what other people think.
As of last week, I'm happy to report that I have officially tried Botox. I am also happy to report that I am OBSESSED. I am a very expressive person and because of that I have started to develop lines across my forehead, and a permanent dent in between my eyebrows. Literally every picture I take, you can see a frown in my forehead. I've tried facial massage and jade rolling to help soften it. It has helped, but the frown is still there.
Before attacking my entire forehead with Botox, I decided to try just my scowl in between my brows. It was quick, easy, and after a full 7 days I am not only unable to frown when the sun hits my face but I am completely free of any indention. It also got rid of several of the lines in my forehead. We didn't even target those! I'm so happy.
Prior to last week, the only other thing I have had done to my face is add Juvéderm to my lips. I have always been pretty happy with my lips, I just wanted to give them a little something extra. After my wedding, and before I was pregnant with Dean I did a half syringe of filler (Juvéderm) to mainly my top lip. The remainder of the syringe was added to my bottom lip. This lasted me a full year, despite my RN telling me that it would only last 8 months or so! I got them done again about 3 months ago and I'm still in love.
I'm gonna be straight with you guys: lip filler f****n HURTS. It hurts bad. I'll be straight with you guys again: I will get lip filler to the day I DIE. I feel like Angelina Jolie. Not really, but I do feel like THAT BITCH. I also struggle with extremely dry lips typically, and Juvéderm completely gets rid of any dryness and cracks.
One negative symptom that I had was bruising on my lips the following week, but that is normal and clearls up quickly. Here is a before and after of the first time.
I wanted to be real with you guys about this stuff rather than try and keep it a secret for a few reasons, one of them being that I genuinely love to talk about things that make me feel good about myself. Another reason being that I cannot stand when I can clearly tell that someone's face has changed and yet they try to keep it a secret. You guys know that I am an open book.
I am so supportive of women (and men) doing whatever it takes to make them feel good about themselves. If you love Botox and filler all over your face, great. If you feel like you've earned every line and want to embrace it, you do you boo. Women are beautiful either way. I, personally, want to do Botox until my face looks like Bella Hadid's. But hey, that's me.
What are your experiences with Botox and filler? Is there something else I should try? My crow's feet are next on my hit list. Also, if you're local and want to know where I go for these services, just ask!
lovelovelove,
Tanner
Monday, September 2, 2019
General Life Update: September 2019
Monday, August 19, 2019
5 Hacks to Help You Get Ready Every Day
I failed to do a blog post last week due to some exciting/ fun projects, but I'm excited to be back at it this week! @tristin_the_esthetician has a kick ass feature about antioxidants and skincare at the end of this post, make sure to scroll to the end!
I've been listening to podcasts from Goal Digger by Jenna Kutcher ALL DAY, and they have really just been reminding me of the reason I began this blog in the first place: offering others useful information that I wish someone had told me. It's got me thinking about what people ask me about on a regular basis.
One question that I've been asked fairly regularly by other mamas is: "How do you find the time to get ready every day?" At first, the answer is pretty obvious and simple: I make the time. It's not a choice, it's a requirement. I am in a career that requires me to not look like a homeless piece of shit every day (which is what I look like on at least one of my days off every week.) But, when I really think about it, there is a method to this process of getting ready every day: I set myself up for success.
Getting ready (almost) every day makes me feel good. I don't know if it's my personality or something that was instilled in me by my mother, but I have a much higher chance of having a positive, fulfilling, productive day if I look and feel my best. I feel more confident and that alone is a reason to make the effort.
Below I share several hacks that I use on a daily and weekly basis to make getting ready every day easier. Implement some of these hacks into your next work week and (hopefully) it will make a difference.
HACK #1
Decide that getting ready is a priority
I know this seems obvious and self explanatory, but it is so important. If you don't understand why putting your face on, doing your hair, and putting together an outfit that you like every day is important then when the time comes for you to take the time to do all of this and you're not in the mood, you aren't going to do it. Visualize going through the motions of your day while looking/feeling your best vs. going through your day with no makeup, a ratty bun, and sweat pants. Which would you prefer? A work week or a week at home with the baby is hard enough, guys. Feeling confident makes it that much easier to get through. I even make better eating choices when I have my hair and makeup done- especially if I'm just at home! So, make the decision. Remember your reasons.
HACK #2
Choose one day for maximum effort
When I say I get ready every day, I absolutely do not mean that I wash, blow dry, and curl my hair every day. Ain't NOBODY got time for that if you have thick hair like me. However, I do choose one day at the beginning of the week to do those things. Usually on Sunday or Monday night I will do the whole shebang- wash, deep condition, leave- in spray, oil, blow dry, and curl. On this day I curl with a smaller curling iron- the smaller the barrel, the longer the curls will last. Sometimes I'm too tired at night after the washing and conditioning and I fall asleep with wet hair. If that happens, I curl with the small iron in the morning, but like I said: this is non-negotiable. Instead of using Dean's first nap to take my time on my makeup or clean, I curl my hair. Why? Because I know that this will benefit me the rest of the week.
HACK #3
Give yourself enough time
This is where I loose people. On a normal work day I wake up at 4:45 in the morning. I know it sounds extreme, but it's what I HAVE to do if I want to work out, shower, make my boys breakfast, and get ready. My coworker's mom said it best (hi, Kaitlynd! Your mom's a genius lol) "You're ahead of everyone all day instead of chasing them." On the days that I don't get up earlier than everyone that's EXACTLY what it feels like- chasing. Being one step ahead is a game changer. I'm not saying you have to wake up at 4:45, but even getting up 20 minutes earlier than your usual will give you some extra time that will be such a huge beneficial change to your morning.
HACK #4
Master your makeup priorities
If I have taken too much time on my hair, taken too much time cleaning up the kitchen, or too much time choosing an outfit, I know exactly what I can to do to my face in 5 minutes to still look like I actually took my time getting ready. We all have our strong areas and our weak areas. Some areas need more enhancing than others. When I'm in a hurry I apply my priorities: foundation, brows, mascara, and bronzer- in that order. If I run out of time for bronzer? Oh, well. I apply what I care about most. Master your 5 min makeup routine! And always apply lipstick in the car at a stop light when you're in a pinch. Two birds, one stone.
HACK #5
Distract with accessories
This. Is. Everything.
You know what genuinely irritates me? On the days when I use my get-ready hacks I get the most compliments! Lol, I know that sounds ridiculous but it's true. Let me paint a picture. It's usually a Friday morning, I'm running SO LATE, so I throw on a maxi dress. Dresses are easy, they don't require putting anything together like a shirt and pants would. They also don't require me to shave my legs because my legs are hidden. I throw on a trendy hat because I haven't had time to brush my 3 day old curls, let alone wash them. I apply my five minute makeup, down my 3rd cup of coffee and I'm out the door. COMPLIMENTS GALORE, PEOPLE! I know this isn't a problem, but still lol. The trendy hat combined with the maxi dress makes it look like I put in so much effort, when that couldn't be further than the truth. Find a cute hat, scarf, or headband and make it your dirty hair BFF.
Any questions? Ask away, my friends!
lovelovelove,
Tanner
Sunday, August 4, 2019
How to Use Dry Shampoo- CORRECTLY
STEP 3: Let it sit
This is possibly the most important step!! Let. It. Sit. The dry shampoo needs time to absorb your oils. The more oily your hair is, the longer you should let it sit. Go get a drink of water. Start doing your makeup. Go make a cup of coffee. LET IT SIT
STEP 4: Rough it up
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