I sometimes think that I am either better than, or worse. I sometimes find myself scared that I do not belong, or that I do not deserve. I can find myself nervous and second-guessing. I can find myself wondering and manipulating. This is my ego. This is my mind’s way of looking for ways that […]
I conveniently forgot about this practice until recently, after I had succumbed day after day, to my anxious and fearful mind. I had forgotten that not all of the thoughts that I think are true. And because I had forgotten, I was warped into second-guessing myself, surveying for other opinions, doubting my abilities as an
There was a time in my life when I hated running. Not because of running itself, but because I thought that if I just owned a pair of shoes, had enough motivation to get my ass outside and go, that I would master it. Oh No! That is not so. It’s been a humbling and
Fitness is vulnerable. I wish I could claim that statement as my own, but really it stemmed from someone else’s blog where she was talking about showing up for the things that are hard for us, instead of what we always default to out of comfort. Most physical endeavors I have ever pursued have at
Busy is a familiar word. It is both rewarded and scorned equally, depending on the accusers experience with it. I know for me, I can do busy well. It is easy to be busy. It is easy to keep going. It is easy to push where many would stop. It makes me feel productive and
I’m either officially old, or I’ve arrived. Never in a million years did I envision myself finding absolute joy and peace in being done and home for the evening on a Friday night, in my sweats and a comfortable sweater, by 530PM. Bam and I went on a leisurely walk to decompress and move a
I don’t eat it anymore, unless it is during my long runs on the weekend or during a competitive event where my nutritionist has prescribed me to give my body what it needs, in the form that it can be used, at that time. I don’t love it, and she knows that, but she hasn’t
There are people who can’t seem to live without it, and there are many who cannot seem to live with it, either. I have been, and am, both of these people. I have found myself losing hours to mindless scrolling instead of going to bed or getting ready in the morning. I have found myself
It all works out perfectly. I always get time to rest. I always get time to move. I always get time to connect. I always get time to work. I always get time to think. I always get time to write. I always get time to engage. I always get time – exactly as much
No, under-slept isn’t really a word. In fact, every time I type it into a document of any kind with the technology that assures me it is not really a word I am reminded. However, it perfectly describes how most of us feel when we automatically sub in the word “tired” to describe a condition