When I was 21 years old I ran what I thought would be my very last half marathon. But that all changed yesterday…in a big way. Yesterday, I ran the San Diego Safari Park Half Marathon and got bit by the bug again.
For the last four months, I have been increasing my mileage and pushing myself to the limit with my running and trying my hardest to keep on track. In spite of all the random road blocks, I did it. With the motivation of the Boyfriend and the Monkey I ran 13.1 miles yesterday and only about 3 of those miles truly sucked ass. At the 10K point I felt wicked in control of my own running destiny. My timing was good. My pace as phenomenal. And then, I hit this… Read more…
Yesterday, the Monkey and I drove up the coast for what was coined an Epic Play Date hosted by Hyundai. It truly was epic.
Initially, when I saw the offering posted on a Facebook group I am a member there was no way I was skipping the conference I already had plans to attend. Unfortunately, after a family tragedy I had no desire to be around people. No desire to schmooze and gather biz cards or flaunt my wares for all to see. There was no part of me that wanted to listen to anyone tell me how to make my blog more successful or brand myself. Crap that’s what I have the Boyfriend for…literally that’s his job, branding.
Yesterday morning I woke up to the alarm and was weary. Withsadness and with the desire to escape and so the Epic Play Date seemed perfect. I packed the Monkey in the car – grabbed some Starbucks and hit the 101 Freeway to Santa Barbara. To be honest, I had no idea what was in store. What could possibly be epic about driving to a ranch in the middle of nowhere and hanging out with bloggers that I read daily?
If you haven’t read my post from yesterday the truly epic-ness of the day came from what I experienced with my Monkey. Read the post and then come back. Read more…
When I started blogging it was for my soul. To relinquish the bad juju that was hovering around my heart and in my brain. A means to therapy for my brokenness and the way I made some fabulous friends. Friends who stood with me during court battles even though they weren’t there. Friends who offered virtual hugs no matter what time of day I tweeted bad news or frustration at my situation. Today spending time with my Monkey, it dawned on me why I did this to begin with.
To share my story.
There was a time when I wrote just about being a single Mom in the healing process…that was my story.
Then I wrote about dating as a single Mom and all the bullshit that comes of it…more of my story.
Today my story is haven fallen in love with the Boyfriend and raising my Monkey with him.
Somewhere in between there, I started making a little side cash with my writing. Copy editing jobs and social media management jobs came my way, along with a few paid posts here and there – thanks to some phenomenal networks and then at today’s event that was indeed sponsored by a brand, I realized that these things were a part of my story. Sharing in family activities with other bloggers and experiencing a high from knowing that they were sharing stories while creating new ones. Read more…
Mama is no stranger to the BIG D and well I’ve never been a shy to share it. It’s that sharing that has helped me gain some insight into the changes I need to make. It’s helped me find the doors I need to close and the windows I need to open and jump through. One of those windows, has been getting my booty to the gym on a regular basis and making moves to be healthier all around. Mama who wrote about how horrible it was to think about paying for the gym, is now a full fledged gym persona.
Mr. Awesome has called me a Gym Rat. I am there four to five days a week. I have weight to lose. I have baggage to toss. I have a lot of work left to do on me as a whole… Read more…
Being a realist about most things, and having grown-up a shit-ton since I was 24-year Mama, I expect people to just get it most of the time. Like logic. Logic is a funny word, especially when people throw it around and it doesn’t apply. Logic to me is when you see an issue and you point blank make a black or white choice that fits the bill. Logic means looking at both sides presented by my Libra Brain, and doing the work. Logic is sometimes making painful choices that hurt. Hurt the folks around us, heck even ourselves sometimes.
Logic is something that makes sense. Read more…