Good morning Craughers! Welcome back to Faceless Friday! For those of you just joining, welcome! Faceless Friday is a weekly post about the things that have rocked my face off in the past week.  And I have learned a long the way of the trials (some literal) that finding gratitude really does make all the difference in a world gone completely fucking mad.   So, grab a cup of coffee and come read what rocked my face off this week.  

Music. I know music is mentioned a lot here, that is because it really is that important to me.  Music was my first escape, my first friend, my first safe space before I could read.  When the parents were fighting and things were scary, I had mom’s old record player and Carol King, Cat Stevens and the like to drown them out and keep me “safe”.  We had sing a longs in the car when things were good.  We had silent rewinds and play it again moments when things were bad.  Music lives in my body and bones as much as my soul does and still offers a safe space when I need it and a way to communicate feelings when I am unable.  Growing up in a traumatic way you learn not to show your emotions, so sometimes music is the only way I am able to express myself in a way I feel comfortable with.  Have any of you found your musical taste doing a full circle and going back to your “roots”?  The genre you were listening to when you were a teenager?  Also, my kid is obsessed with metal and is dangerously close to liking speed metal and OMG, idk if I can do that at 7 in the morning, regardless music really does rock my face off. 

International News.  I love being educated enough to know that our media is barely news at this point and that in order to actually know what is happening in our *USA country we have to reference three different countries and their news outlets. I’m proud of my friends that do the same and have accepted that we have been lied to and had propaganda thrown down our throats forever.  As slow as it feels I do believe people are waking up, I just wish we knew how to handle that awakening.  Also Iran’s Lego news is totally rocking my face off.  

My Kiddo. The little dude has had a lot of anger since Nico dog passed and no amount of momma love was helping.  Somethings we just have to learn to sit with on our own, I think, but also we need to know we are supported in that as well.  The other night he cried so hard I thought he was going to be sick.  I tried to do breathing exercises with him, and grounding work.  That kid straight up looked at me and screamed “I don’t want to breathe, or ground or ANY OF IT. I JUST WANT TO FEEL MY FEELINGS.” And hell, yes little man, speak up for yourself and those emotions! Feel those feelings because sometimes that is exactly  what you need, not all the other noise of trying to change the feeling or figure out what to do with it.  Sometimes you just need to let the feeling consume you until it passes. How fucking beautiful. And he did.  For a long time.  Cried and screamed while I sat next to him, until he was exhausted.  And then he said he loved me and asked to color. Raising a kid that stands up for his feelings and feels them rocks my whole face off.  

Alright babes, this is all I got for this week. I need a nap because last night was wicked on my brain.  Let’s do our wrap up list of other things that rocked my face off: 

Coffee, hazelnut creamer, Josie girl dog not getting absolutely destroyed after eating half of the Easter candy, friends, family, green leaves popping up on the lilac trees, my magnolia tree blooming (it smells so fucking good), having a lot mowed before the tractor got stuck in the mud, being as funny as I am because I keep myself laughing, virtual doctor appointments, my hair turning out when I randomly decided to bleach a section of it, a new workout plan, the 25 year olds in my dms being absolutely ridiculous cause come on I could be your mother for real, cats, people that make me laugh for hours until my face hurts, and YOU reader. Thank you for being here this week! You rock my face off! 

Much love. 

All ways, always. 

Craughing Girl