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This Whole Blogging Thing

I mentioned in my last post that I had some thoughts to share on blogging, and in particular my thoughts on me and blogging. A lot of you that have been reading this thing have been reading for years. I love you for it :) Some of you are new here, and to you I want to say “Welcome!”.

To backtrack a little bit (or a lot?!?) I started writing on a blog waaaaayyyy back in 2005, about a month after I first moved to Haiti. Back then blogging was a new thing. This thing where everyday people could write out their thoughts and opinions on the internet and people could read them. No need to go through a publisher or anything like that. Anyone, literally anyone, could be an author. It was amazing. I remember when I started my first blog. I quietly did it and just put the address at the bottom of my email signature, not thinking anyone would actually read it. But people back home noticed, and they started reading, and it was a fun new way to share about life here in Haiti as I was processing through things.

A few years in writing at that blog and I decided to change the name and move it to a new address. That’s when Rollings In Haiti was born. I remember how excited Chris was when I was getting 75 readers a day. 75! It seemed like such a big deal, because, really, it was. There were people that were consistently interested in what I had to say. I kept at it and it became a place that I loved to be in, where I could just share what was going on and write about our days and our life. Write about Haiti. It was my happy place. After the earthquake, Facebook and the blog became a way for people to check in and find out if we were okay, and get news on what was happening in Haiti. In the days following January 12 I had one day where our blog hits went up to 15,000 in one day. I got asked by Esquire magazine if I would write an article for their website because of it, and Esquire Russia asked if they could publish my posts from those days following. We have a hard copy up in my closet, all in Russian, but my blog posts are in print!

Now, let’s just take a minute to pause and talk about what blogging actually looked like back then. Friends, it was simple. So very simple. You would just log in, write what you wanted, and hit publish. If you included a picture, great. It probably wasn’t a great quality picture, but it added that little something special. Over time this whole internet thing became more accessible to the average person, and people learned more about how to code and make things pretty. Some of those people started designing better blogging templates, then we stopped calling them blogs and just called them websites, or both. It turns out that people liked hearing from average people, so reading blogs became a “thing” and bloggers created audiences where they had these whole communities of people following their thoughts and ideas on things. Advertisers started noticing and started reaching out and offering sponsorship opportunities to bloggers if they wanted to review products and advertise for them. The demand for high quality pictures started to creep in, and format, and analytics and… Bloggers started taking the world by storm and it has literally turned into an industry.

So how does all of that affect me? Great question.

I think over time, as I saw these shifts happening, really in the past 5 years, there was a question of whether I should be changing things up and trying to get my slice of the pie. I was also going through a sort of transition of my own, or maybe it was more like getting lost in the wilderness? Yes, that. Getting lost. Alex was about a year old, I was seeing a need to shift my time and attention at the mission because we had some big stuff going on, and I was trying to figure out how it all fit together. From there we moved from crisis to crisis, then from crisis mode to moving mode. I was reading all these blogs in my feed reader about home decor and design and travel and I think part of me wanted to be able to express the creative side of myself, because I was exercising it in the everyday with designing buildings and helping to make them come to fruition, but I didn’t know how to fit that into our Rollings in Haiti framework. I realized that while I lived in Haiti and I loved it and it was part of me, it wasn’t all of me. Would writing about other things seem confusing in that framework? I knew I wanted to have a space that felt like a better representation of who I was at this stage of life, and the Rollings In Haiti framework felt too confining. So I started this site, where it could be anything and everything.

And, I think I was right about needing a fresh new space for myself. But, looking back, I see how lost I was. In hindsight I think maybe some of it was my way of processing and coping. Of focusing on other things while I was trying to work through things here that were real life. And, there was a sense of wanting my life to be about more than just Haiti. I know you’re probably sitting there thinking that it already was that, and I see that now.

In the past two years I haven’t written as much as I used to. I would wrack my brain about why that was. Why didn’t I feel the draw like I used to? Why didn’t I need it like I used to?

The conclusion that I’ve slowly been coming to is this – I was in a season.

I believe that we go through seasons in life. Some of those are amazing and full of joy and good things. Most often though, they are full of busyness and trying to just keep your head above water. For me, the period of 2009 through to 2013 was all about crisis management. Literally. We went from one thing to the next, often with things overlapping. There were months of sleepless nights. We were running on empty. I hinted at things on the blog, but because much of it concerned our organization, it wasn’t the platform to discuss any of it in detail. We wanted to care for those situations well and knew that not everything was fit for public consumption. So I kept quiet about those things, and I’m glad I did. It wasn’t the place or time for them. We processed through those with friends and family and our Board of Directors. We moved through them and I believe our organization is 200% stronger because of how we all handled things.

From there we moved from crisis to building and development mode. And I LOVED it. It was exciting, and I was able to use my creativity in a whole new way as I designed the main mission house, and got to be very hands on with the finishing of it. Same with our guest house. All of that showed me so much more about myself.

At the same time that all of that was going on, our kids switched schools, and things became a lot more normal for them in the sense that they had homework and school things we had to take care of as parents. Last year was a hard year for Alex, which meant it was a hard year for us as parents as we walked through all of that with him. This year both kids are doing well, but they are kids and have kid brains and hearts when it comes to feeling all the feels and trying to figure out life. It’s exhausting folks!

In the past 3-4 years, as blogging was transitioning, the whole online platform was transitioning too. Social media became more of a thing for people and now that’s where people connect, rather than through emails and personal, direct contact. On a personal level I like it a lot. I use it a lot. On a professional level with the mission, it’s meant a steep learning curve of trying to change things up, be relevant, and connect with and grow our donor base. And I’ve been trying to do this while living in Haiti and not having a lot of experience on the other side of the water where people are consuming this like food. My work load in the past 3-4 years has doubled, maybe even tripled, and much of it is because of online things like our website, social media accounts, blogging, writing email updates to our supporters… you get the idea. Add in my regular work like the accounting, designing all of our promotional materials, helping hire and manage staff, working with our Board of Directors, managing a lot of day to day things, managing our visitor program, emails… it’s a lot.

Until a few months ago I was doing all of this myself. I was a full-time work from home mom. We get up at 5 am every morning. Our work day starts at 6 am when the day is cool, because the guys are working outside. Our work day ends at 2:30 pm, and at 2:40 I go and get my kids from school. We come home, they have homework and we fight with things like getting uniforms changed and put away and backpacks and socks and shoes put in their respective places. The snacks, the whining over the pages that need to get completed before they can move on to other things. Then it’s time to make dinner. We eat, Alex hits the showers, Olivia does the dishes, she bathes, we do the bedtime routine of reading and tucking in and then we’re sitting at 8 pm and Chris and I have an hour or so with each other before our eyelids tell us it’s time for sleep. These are our days. The normal ones. These are not the days where we do all of this and host visitors or training classes, which we love to do, but that disrupt some of that routine.

It’s just a lot. And it’s okay. What went by the wayside in all of that though, was my desire to actually get the writing that was happening in my brain and my heart actually onto the blog. And, a big part of that was the transition that had happened in the blogging world that I mentioned above. When things shifted into blogging becoming a full time gig for many people, it upped the idea of what a blog should look like. For someone like me, who has people pleaser tendencies, it meant that I wanted to play like everyone else. So I started trying to make sure I had great pictures included in all my posts. And I talked about things like recipes and construction. Don’t get me wrong, I know that you love those things too, but it got away from the heart of why I started blogging in the first place, which was that I just wanted to write. They also take a lot of time when it comes to putting a post together, so I would start writing, but then be called away to something else, and that post would die in the drafts folder because it needed pictures and what not.

I wanted to write just to get it out. To process it. To share it. To have a journal like record of our lives here that we as a family could look back on so we would remember all the good and bad. I started writing to share life here with my friends and family back home, to open this world up to them even though they couldn’t be here. THAT was what I loved about blogging, and that was what you all kept telling me you loved about me blogging. And yet I got lost along the way with trying to do something that really just didn’t fit me. Of trying to be something that I’m not.

About a year and a half ago we had a visitor that came in to help me work on the mission website, and those few days with him started to clear the fog for me with some of this. As we sat across the table from each other for several days hacking through website details, of which I was very focused on the details, he looked at me one day and said, “Do you see yourself as a creative?” I had to stop before responding and ask him what he meant by that. He went on to tell me that what I had been able to do with the website to that point, without outside help, was great. But, what he noticed more was that I knew what I wanted it to look like, what I wanted it to do, what kind of experience I wanted it to be for people, and that was what was driving me. It wasn’t a technical thing, it was a creative thing. Something unlocked in me and I realized that this whole time that I had been calling myself administrative was poor labeling. I was a creative that used administration activities to accomplish my goals. I knew what I wanted our website to look like. I knew what I wanted our donor materials to look like, and why. And I knew that I needed to write because I just had to.

In the past few months stuff has started to shift for me here in Haiti. A large part of that is that Kim is now here working with us, and she’s sharing that load that I mentioned. She’s getting me organized and sharing the work load. We’re doing social media planning together and with the help of one of our board members we now have a team that does it together. We all write posts and plan and it’s a lot of fun, where as before it was feeling like this big overwhelming burden of a task that I never felt like I was able to keep up with. I knew it was much needed, but I was struggling to do it all myself. And we’re seeing the fruit of it. In November and December we saw the best giving season we’ve probably ever had at Clean Water for Haiti, with the bulk of our online donors being new supporters. That feels REALLY good. It’s working, and we’re helping more families get clean water because of it.

Kim is also helping me on a lot of other stuff, which means that projects that have been hanging out on my to-do list are getting done, and the list is getting smaller. My headspace for things is expanding and I feel the load lifting. I’m able to start thinking about new projects that I want to work on. I’m able to start thinking about regularly scheduled tasks that were easy before, but became hard because of all the things I was doing, becoming easy again. I’m excited because the point of having more routine at work again is so very close for me, and it hasn’t been there in YEARS.

Our construction is almost completely done. You guys, this has been a 3+ year process. 3 years of dividing our time and attention between running the day to day operations, and managing big construction projects. In the past 3 years we have built 4 buildings, start to finish. We have developed our work spaces and they are finally all done. We have a wonderful main mission house and office space that we only dreamed of a decade ago. Our guest house is amazing and seeing it used heavily through November and December and getting rave reviews on it from people that had experienced our other facilities makes my heart so happy. This is what we’ve been pushing for. But it is, with the exception of some cabinetry projects, finished. That part alone clears up so much space in my life because I’ve been doing a lot of the finishing work. Physically, hands on, building and staining and installing things, or giving direction to a team of people working with me to do them. It’s very freeing to be at this point.

The thing that stands out to me the most when I look back on the past 5 years and how all of this has affected my writing, is that I feel tired. Because that’s what I’ve been for a very long time. Just tired. And in this area of writing, not very creative because my creative juices and energies were being demanded in other places. Now that those areas don’t need as much of me, or any of me, I feel the creative juices flowing and the itch to be writing is coming back. Bit by bit, day by day. In the past couple of weeks, as we’ve headed into this new year, I’ve written so many blog posts in my head that I seriously need to figure out some sort of note taking system that works for me, because I don’t want to lose those ideas and thoughts.

I share all of this because I want you to know where I’ve been for the past couple of years. I want you to know why I haven’t had much to give here. I want you to know that even though that was the case, I still very much love this space and I want to be in it. I’m excited to be back in it. It feels like home.

I also want you to know that what you’re going to get here going forward is just me. I’m tired of trying to be someone I’m not, and I don’t feel the need to have a blog that looks like all the other ones out there. I live overseas, so sponsorship and advertising isn’t going to be a thing for me, because the logistics of that aren’t even possible. And, I don’t want them. I want this to be a pressure free space where I can just share the things that are on my heart and my mind, and not feel like I have to include pictures in every post or be writing like everyone else, because that’s not why I started this. Don’t get me wrong, there will be pictures, but they’ll be there as I want to include them, not because I feel like I need to in order to have a good blog post. And seriously, do you know how much time it takes to do the photo thing? So much time!!! Resizing, uploading, formatting, blah, blah, blah. Nope, we’re hopping off that crazy train friends.

You’re going to get me. You’re going to get our family. You’re going to get Haiti and all the ins and outs of living here. Sometimes that might look like stories about Haiti and all the crazy, beautiful and hard things that happen here. I want to get back to writing letters to my kids, because that’s the best way I can scrapbook for them. I want to share things I’m cooking, how I’m caring for my body and my family. And sometimes I want to talk about random thoughts. So, going forward you’re going to get it all.

I’m back :)

~Leslie

PS: I was talking to my Dad after my last post went up, and I was exactly right on his response. He was literally thinking those exact words as he was reading, then saw my PS note and had a good laugh.

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January 16, 2018 3 Comments

Proud to Live In A Sh*thole

Yesterday the President of the United States made a comment that has taken the world by storm. If you haven’t already heard about it just Google it. The jist of it was was that he said that America didn’t need any more immigrants from “shithole” countries like Haiti, Africa and El Salvador.

We’re just going to slide past the fact that Africa isn’t actually a country…

Over the past year I’ve had a lot of long discussions with Chris and we’ve literally watched from a distance as the political situation in the US unfolds. I don’t make a lot of comments on social media about the details of things, but know that I’m sitting here disgusted by much of it, and I’m Canadian. Maybe it’s because I’m Canadian?

Let’s get back to the comment. I don’t feel the need to dissect it and share all my feelings about Trump. There are enough people doing a really good job of that already. What I do want to talk about is Haiti.

In 2003 I took my first trip here, and it changed me. I wasn’t one of those people that had this huge emotional response where I went home and couldn’t stop talking about it. Where I told you how much I loved the people and all the experiences I had and, and… It changed me in a more quiet, long term, deep kind of way. In fact, over the period of two years it felt like God was peeling away layers for me, often leaving something exposed and raw as he did it. I would adjust and feel like I was okay, and then it would happen again. It would be an article in the news about Haiti that made me remember something or realize that I couldn’t shove it down anymore. It was hearing something random that was a connection to this place. It was getting involved in an organization that I loved in more deep ways. Two years after that first trip I went back, and this time I went waiting to see if something was going to do a final shift in me. It did, and I arrived back in Canada knowing that my stay would be short because I was coming back to Haiti with no end date in sight.

I moved to Haiti full time in October of 2005. At the time “long term” for me meant 3-4 years. Throw a handsome man into the mix, who happens to be the Director of the organization you work with that comes with a lifetime calling, and 3-4 years turns into the rest of our working days. Chris and I got married in the summer of 2006 and that first year I lost track of how many times I was crying and saying things like “are you sure it’s 15-20 years?!?” like it was some kind of prison sentence, simply because I was adjusting to all the things that come with being newly weds in a foreign country. You know, like you do.

Fast forward a couple of years and we are in the midst of our adoption. Olivia is part of our family and we’re riding the roller coaster that only other families with adopted kids from Haiti will ever truly understand. We experience community issues that escalate in crazy ways and our friends and family back home start asking when we’re moving back. We can’t, we tell them. Because Olivia’s paperwork isn’t done. But, deep in our hearts we know that even if it were, we still wouldn’t go.

And that, friends, is what I want you to know.

When you get to know Haiti, with all her good and bad and crazy and amazing, she digs herself deep inside your soul, and no matter how illogical it might seem from the outside, you can’t let go. For us, it was this deep knowing that this was now our home, and we couldn’t leave without it being something so major we couldn’t deal with it in country. In all honesty, I feel like it was a process of peeling back more layers until I really got it.

I still remember the day when it was there before me so clearly that I couldn’t turn away. We were in the midst of some of those community issues I mentioned. They had climaxed. They were ugly and scary and as Chris paced while on the phone with a friend trying to work out details of the legal side of things and how best to proceed, I stood in our kitchen feeling completely overwhelmed and empty. I stood there and the tears started to roll down my face, and then it all just poured out. I was ugly crying, from the depth of my soul. Weeping, really. I was leaning against the counter and the strength left my legs and I had no choice but to slide down and sit on the floor. I sat there bawling and praying and asking God if it was time for us to go home, over and over. Asking if we were stupid for staying, if we were missing something. We’re we ignoring his leading? Crying and praying.

And then this voice spoke into my heart and simply said, “It’s not time. I’m not done with you yet.” I felt this peace wash over me and my body calmed. The tears stopped and I exhaled. And I knew. We were in it for the long haul, and this was really just the beginning.

That was 2009.

And now it’s 2017. And we’re still here. I would love to say that was the last of the hard things, but it wasn’t. It really was just the beginning. What it also was, was the defining moment for me. The moment when I knew what Chris had already figured out – that this was it. This is where we were supposed to be. From that point on Haiti was home for me. Yes, I miss Canada, but Haiti is rooted in my heart and part of me.

I share this because I want you to know that this place is so many things. It is rich in more ways than it is poor. It is vibrant and alive in ways that I only wish my home culture could understand. I have experienced more joy and pain here than I have words to explain. I have seen resilience defined. I have seen people work harder than I thought possible, often under a blazing hot sun that would make you or I drop from exhaustion. I have seen passion. So much passion. Animated, in your face passion. Not always for reasons I would consider good, but passion none the less. And I have become more passionate and expressive because of it. I have seen hospitality offered from people that you would consider to have very little, and I have been reminded that hospitality is a heart gift, not a material gift. I have learned what it means to truly take time to be with people, and I think about how I order my days because of it. I have seen how deep people truly are, in all their beauty and ugliness. And I know that I am that as well. We all have the capability to be all of these things, good and bad.

Haiti has given me one of the best gifts I could ever ask for – my daughter. As we navigate adoption and raising her in her home culture while trying to teach her to be both Haitian and Canadian I’m constantly challenged by all that comes with that. And I’m so very thankful for it.

Haiti has taught me about my own deep-seeded white privilege and thoughts on race. I’ve been so challenged by these things. I have had to change a lot, too.

Haiti has taught me that people are capable of more than we often think we are. It has taught me that we can carry more burdens than we often think we can. I have learned that I am more resilient that I ever thought possible. I have seen that I am not as easily broken as I thought. I know now that I can heal and become stronger. And after all that I can still love people and give and be more.

Is Haiti poor? Yes. Is there a lot of corruption here? Yes. Can life be really hard? Heck, yes. But that is only part of the picture.

Haiti is alive and raw and real and in your face. She is joy and laughter and song and beauty indescribable. She is proud and strong and resilient. She has been knocked down time and time again, and keeps rising back up, brushing her knees off, and continuing down the path.

If only we could all have the opportunity to live in a shithole like this. I think the world would be better for it.

#thisishaiti #notashithole

~Leslie

P.S. – You may have noticed that the gloves are off, and the real me is back from a very long writing hiatus. I have more thoughts on that coming soon, but at the very least know that my Dad is probably saying “it’s about time!” :)

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January 12, 2018 7 Comments

Welcome 2018!

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Happy 2018 Friends!

So I just looked back in my archives to see how many times I posted last year. Any guesses? Anyone? 8 times. A whopping 8 blog posts in 2017. Is that the point where we start handing out awards for least likely to show up and bring it?!?

In all seriousness, when I look at that number it just reaffirms to me that 2017 was a busy year for yours truly. I feel like the last half of the year flew by and saw me running from one thing to the next, and I had to make decisions about where my priorities were going to lie. Most of the time that meant dealing with the thing right in front of me at the expense of others. If you think I’m exaggerating you should come see my 9 foot tall canna lilies that are taking over the side patio. I literally have not weeded or cut or trimmed anything in my garden in about 8 months. Isn’t that sad? Poor flowers.

The good thing about all of this is that, well, there were good things happening in the midst of the busy and I feel like it’s put me in a really good place going into 2018.

At this time last year I was working through a big funk, if you will, where I came to terms with the fact that emotionally I was struggling and that it had been building for several years. That led me to looking at changing diet in order to see if that helped my emotional health at all. The good news is that it helped a ton, and it led Chris and I to making some good decisions about food and health. We did Whole 30, which I would highly recommend. For me, it taught me that I could eliminate foods from my diet, comfort foods, and that I would be fine.

A year later and we’ve let things come back in, but the golden part of it is that I know I don’t need those things. I still don’t eat much sugar and I don’t have cravings like I used to. I know that too much gluten causes me to puff up and have more joint pain, and it can lead me to being more irritable if I don’t keep an eye on it. It’s also my slippery slope and the thing I have the hardest time not eating.

At the end of our summer break I bought and read Eat Right for Your Type, which focuses on eating foods that work with your blood type. A couple of people recommended it as a next step after Whole 30 and the reintroduction phase where you get to see how your body responds to different foods. While we were on vacation I was eating way more dairy and noticed I would feel really nauseous after certain things. I realized I was having a harder time digesting some foods while others left me feeling fine. I tested my blood, and Chris tested his. He’s an O+ and I’m A+. He should be eating exactly how Whole 30 was set up, or a paleo diet. He needs a diet high in animal protein to feel good. He needs high intensity exercise to burn stress, which is why he can jump on the treadmill and punch out 5 km in about 22 minutes and have tons of energy afterwards.

After doing Whole 30 I felt better in many ways. My inflammation issues were reduced and I had more energy without afternoon slumps. I didn’t lose more than about 5 lbs, and I noticed I was still feeling really tired after walking on the treadmill at a higher intensity a few times per week. It was like my body needed more recovery time, and I kept telling myself it was because I was overweight and would need to work up to it. But, I also knew that for years I had struggled with feeling like I wasn’t doing enough when I was exercising because I always felt more tired if I was doing the high intensity stuff. I could eat lots of fruit and veggies, plus protein, and lose some weight, but then not get past a certain point.

According to Eat Right I was eating all wrong :( My digestive system can’t process meat protein in the same way Chris can, so a paleo style diet was good in that it eliminated sugar and gluten, but my body was still struggling to digest certain things. I spent the fall trying to be more mindful of this and moving to a more vegetarian style diet. The book encourages you to go slow, especially if you’ve been eating a paleo style diet, so I gave myself the grace to try things, see how they felt, and permission to eat the things I wanted to, but to pay more attention to how I felt. I started to see that yes, when I ate red meat, it didn’t sit well. I would either feel really bloated and sluggish, or it would move through my system in lightening speed, causing it’s own issues. I saw how eating a bit of cheddar cheese caused my stomach to churn, but that yogurt and sour cream were fine. I came to enjoy, and actually prefer using soy milk over cows milk, and feeling much better because of it.

For exercise, my body doesn’t process stress well, so I need to focus on non-high intensity exercises like walking at a moderate pace, swimming, and yoga. I realized that doing yoga a few times each week not only left me feeling energized, but it was helping me process my stress better. I felt calmer. I would do it M-W-F and on Tuesdays and Thursdays go for a 20 minute walk on the treadmill where I set a comfortable pace with the absence of pushing myself to get more distance in a shorter period of time. I started feeling stronger and calmer.

The challenge for me with all of this was trying to make more changes in a really busy season of life. We went into September knowing that the last third of the year was going to see both of us traveling, the guest house getting finished, a training class on the schedule and family coming for about a month total starting at the end of November. Throw in a couple of kids and you have a special kind of crazy. But, because we don’t do anything easy or normal here, we threw in another special twist on things, that ended up being one of the best things we’ve done in a long time, but it required a lot of work from me.

Back in October I got contacted by Kim, a woman who had been in touch with me the year before about the possibility of coming to work with Clean Water for Haiti. At the time it just didn’t work for a few reasons, but we stayed in touch. When she reached out things were in a much different place for us. We were weeks away from having the guest house usable, which meant she would have a place to live, and we were in a great place in all other areas to take on a new staff member.

Chris and I had been talking for years, literally, about the fact that we needed someone who could serve as an assistant for me in many areas, but also take on things like grant writing, and general operations support for Chris and I. At the end of each conversation where I listed off what my ideal person would be able to do, I always finished it with, “But, finding someone who is and can do all of those things is impossible, so we’ll just have to take the best we can get and figure the rest out from there.” I had been feeling really tapped out for a long time, like I was constantly being pulled in different directions, and that I needed to clone myself in order to get everything done. I wasn’t just managing my work responsibilities here in Haiti, I was working with our Board of Directors and trying to manage a lot at that level and put things in place back in Canada and the US that were/are much needed.

Last summer we were finally able to hand my board responsibilities back to the Board after several years of transition, and it’s been amazing. We have a wonderful team of people supporting us from the US and Canada and slowly I’ve been able to delegate different things to different people and we’re seeing some great things happen. It’s done a lot to lighten my load. But there was still Haiti.

Kim came to visit and we all just clicked. We knew we just needed to take things one step at a time and all be praying through it for our own sakes, so that’s what we did. But man, it all came together fast! It was such a good reminder that when God has his best in store, it really can be easy to walk into it and just let him do the work. Within days of the visit Kim just knew she needed to make the move to CWH after 18 months of living in Haiti and working with other organizations. We knew without a doubt that we wanted her here. She gave her notice, and started making plans to move. She spent about 3 weeks back in the US to transition, and I spent that time madly getting her side of the guest house building finished and ready for her to move in. It was a good push, but it was also hard because I thought we’d have more time. It was just one of those situations that I/we had to push through, and the end benefit is that the building was done and ready for it’s first occupants sooner rather than later.

Two weeks after Kim arrived I flew to Canada for about three weeks to do a fundraising trip, which was a big success. My parents flew back with me and stayed for about a week, and then the week after they left we hosted a training class. A week after that Chris’ parents arrived and we wrapped up our work year, the kids finished school, his sister arrived and we all spent Christmas together. I missed a few days in there because I got a parasite for Christmas, but now I’m all healthy again and ready to jump into a new year.

I’ve learned so much in the past 365+ days and I’m excited to build on that. Did I lose a bunch of weight last year? No, but I did lose and keep off about 10 lbs, and that’s a start. What I learned through that is that my body has special needs that I wasn’t meeting. I was trying to fit it into an eating plan that doesn’t work for it. I’ve been doing the wrong kinds of exercise. I’ve spent some time thinking about what I want to focus on in 2018 in general, but also breaking that down into little pieces so I can actually feel like I’m making progress. This is where I want to put my attention:

  1. Continue learning how to eat to meet my body’s needs.
  2. Get into a consistent exercise routine, not because I have to, but because I feel so much better when I do.
  3. Read my Bible more regularly, because I want to, not because I feel like I should.
  4. Use my time to do things that make me feel more whole, rather than mindlessly letting days roll by.
  5. Be content.

So how does that play out in smaller ways? Well, I decided to set small goals for January, because it’s one month. After doing Whole 30 I know you can do anything for 30 days. I can do anything for 30 days. So, this month, these are some specific things I want to focus on.

Continue learning how to eat to meet my body’s needs. I want to focus on shifting more towards a vegetarian diet, because I know I feel better with that. I definitely felt overwhelmed with this in the fall because it was just SO MUCH to process, but now I’m seeing that I actually do prefer certain things, and I’m not craving other things like red meat. I ate a couple bites yesterday and it really did nothing for me. The type A plan allows for chicken and fish, which I’m thankful for because I know I need variety. I struggled with trying to figure out how to eat when it feels that we are limited with options in so many ways, so today and rewrote the list of recommended foods and foods to avoid in each category, but only included things that I know I have access to here in Haiti or would eat when we’re traveling. I’m going to print it and laminate it and keep it in my kitchen so I have a quick reference when I’m meal planning and shopping.

I already feel way less overwhelmed and it was exciting to see what options I DO have available here, rather than focusing on what I don’t have. It will also make it easier to plan when we have people coming in who want to know what they can bring, or we travel ourselves and have luggage space. It also makes me really thankful for a husband who has a desire to see things grow, because he’s planted all kinds of trees that are starting to bear fruit that are on my recommended foods list :)

I want to eliminate gluten and sugar this month starting on the 5th after Chris’ sister leaves and things settle down for our family and we get back into our normal routine. My plan is to do this until Chris and I travel at the end of the month. I will still try to focus on it while we’re traveling, but also recognize that airports and hotels and restaurants can make it difficult, so I want to be gracious with myself. Also, lifestyle change means allowing for exceptions along the way. That’s a realistic and healthy way to approach things.

Get into a consistent exercise routine, not because I have to, but because I feel so much better when I do. When I get really busy the first thing that seems to go is this. I want to focus on taking better care of myself this month and making sure that I’m scheduling my exercise in so I get that done, because I know it makes me feel better all around. Doing yoga a few times per week, and alternating that with walking, made a huge difference. After just a few weeks I was feeling stronger and noticing a difference in my flexibility, which was a big deal for some of my joint pain issues. I felt more energized, my stress level went down, and I just felt like I could manage more. I want to get back into my routine of yoga on M-W-F and treadmill on T-Th.

Read my Bible more regularly, because I want to, not because I “should”. Back in September I started trying to read through my Bible in 3 months, and I did really well for the first couple of weeks. Then Chris went away and I was managing everything here, working on the guest house, and single parenting and it was just too much. But, I miss it! I got a new Bible this summer in a new translation, which I’m loving. I love reading scripture through as a story, because you get things out of it that you don’t see when you read a passage here and a verse there. Things just got so busy, and this was one of those things that I tabled “until later”. I know that time wise it’s not feasible at this point to read through in three months, but I think I could do it in 6 and really get a lot out of it.

Doing things that make me feel more whole, rather than mindlessly letting my days roll by. Okay, let’s be honest here. How many hours a day do we all spend scrolling through social media, or sitting around watching some kind of show or entertainment. And how do we feel after hours of that? For me, I feel like a slug. I want to stop wasting so much time on Facebook, and other things like it, and instead use that time for things that make me feel more whole. I know I can be using that time better.

Doing things like planning meals and doing some basic food prep each week means we eat better and I feel less stressed in that area. Taking time to knit is something I love doing, and yet I don’t make it a priority, and I need to organize my knitting supplies. I want to learn more about using my essential oils well and in ways that will make a difference for me and our family. There are areas in our home that have accumulated stuff that I know we’re not using, so this month I want to start going through some of those areas and getting rid of that stuff so we have more breathing room. We moved and moved a bunch of stuff with us, and there are things we literally have not used since we put them on the shelf. It’s time for it to go. I need to spend time in my garden, because it looks like a weedy jungle and it stresses me out every time I look out the window. All I see is work that I haven’t done. I want to be able to enjoy our spaces, not feel overwhelmed by them. In that is recognizing that I need to change out some plants for things that are less high maintenance, so I don’t feel so burdened by it. I want to spend more time writing.

Thankfully, Kim is here and she’s amazing, and my work load is lightening up and I have the space to start focusing on areas that I’ve let slide for so long. I’m excited about this.

Be content. This is a big one for me. I spent years feeling like I wasn’t enough, that I wasn’t doing enough, and in the end I just feel crappy because I’m not meeting the mark. This past year was so good for me because I saw that taking small steps and making small changes actually made a difference. I could do it. I started seeing that I was feeling more content with life in general, that I didn’t need to try so hard. I felt more like myself.

A lot of people pick a word for the year, and last year my word was “salute!” – to your health. And I feel like I made good progress there. This year my word is content, because I really want to be content with where I’m at, with myself, and with life in general. That doesn’t mean I won’t want more or aim and strive for things. It means that I’ll be able to look around and see where the blessings are and rest in those. To be okay with the work and the in between stages of things. That I’ll be more gentle with myself, celebrate the small victories, and enjoy the process.

Welcome 2018, I’m ready for you!

~Leslie

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I’m Leslie. I started my blog back in 2005 when I was fresh off the plane in Haiti. I lived in Haiti for over 17 years as a missionary, wife, and eventually mom. My husband and I ran Clean Water for Haiti together, day in and day out. We carved out a life we loved doing something important to us. Sadly, in the fall of 2022 we had to make the difficult decision to leave Haiti because of the insecurity. We’re now settling into life in the US. I’m thankful that I get to continue my work with CWH as the Executive Director for Canada and the US.

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