All in life

The Hormone Thunderdome

Its been six months since I began this journey, and I would like to say to you that I've been rocking it out, eating nothing but peas, brown rice, and nutritional yeast.

I would love to tell you I'm hammering out crow poses and meditating for an hour every day surrounded by Himalayan salt lamps and singing bowls, but that's not the case.

For now I've found my balance.

Plan Around the Doubt

After the mics were replaced and my endorphins wore off, I started to doubt my performance on the podcast. I didn’t reference my notes often enough. Some of my comments were incomplete. I didn’t give Lindsey what she was asking for. I could have done a better job elaborating on some very important points. I should have done a better job promoting my social media and blog, not just my business, which is, by the way, in a holding pattern of sorts. Not the best set up.

Doubt. Doubt. Doubt. 

Time to Hang Up Your Shorts

This morning, as I was getting dressed in my typical workout garb, I heard a not-so-friendly noise as I pulled my shorts over my hips.

It was the wretched tear of an old, dried-out elastic waistband stretching for the last time. 

I'm not sure why it made me so sad; I have about 5 pair of these shorts in varying colors. Hey, when something fits and doesn't chafe, ride-up, or bunch, why not?

OOOH! Coffee!

You would have thought I had told him I was going to a concert or water park or a hot new restaurant instead of a local coffee shop with our son.

Truth be told, he has every right to be happy about me getting out of the house, and I do, too.

Make a Memory

Yesterday marks the anniversary of my sister’s death.

The sixteenth of October has passed 16 times before. Some years are easier than others; some years cause more emotion and reflection. Lyn was just one month shy of her 30th birthday. It was her second bout with cancer, first time with leukemia;