Clearly I’m doing this all wrong.  I’m not a twenty-something….in fact, I just celebrated my 33rd birthday a few days ago.  Gasp!  I know, in blogger years, I’m pretty much ancient.  Luckily, my hubby, who celebrated his 36th bday two days prior, assures me that I’m still his hot young thing.  So I can live with that.

I also don’t live in Southern California…anymore…actually moved away from beautiful sunny San Diego about three years ago.  Or New York…don’t live their either. We’ve set down roots in a suburban Carolina neighborhood and actually really like it – I know, suburbs, gasp again!

So what business do I have starting a blog??  Well here’s the thing.  I’ve done a lot of reprioritizing lately in life/career and it’s given me a chance to observe a view that many of us women have.  We’ve grown up…we’ve established our place in the world with “successful” career paths…we’ve established homes for ourselves with spouses and children that we care for daily.  We’re doing what we’re supposed to do.  We are older and wiser, and so we go through our routines because that is the responsible thing to do.  We don’t quit our jobs to chase some dream, spend hours learning how to have “instagram brows”, or jet off to some tropical land rather than taking the kids to Disney for our Summer escape.  Right?

Actually, as I’ve looked around at my friends, my colleagues, myself…YES, yes we do!  In the midst of our grown-up, get things done because no one else will, kind of days…we are still the cool kids and gypsy souls that we used to be.  We are allowed to be the hot moms in the carpool lines.  We can chase our dreams.  We can most definitely still fall on our knees and pray through the days we just can’t adult anymore.  We are the haute wives, and I want to share how we live life to the fullest.