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“Believe in yourself and all that you are…Know that there is something inside you that is greater than any obstacle.”

…even when you have doubts.
…even during moments of self image weakness.
….even when it scares you.
believe in yourself. always.

“There’s no need to be perfect to inspire others…let others get inspired by how you handle your imperfections

…perfection isn’t realistic.
…perfection isn’t happy.
…inspiration comes from happiness, overcoming, and perseverance.
…quietly inspire someone today, or BE inspired today.

“If it scares you..it might be a good thing to try.”

…unseat comfort zones (this means me, too!).
…stick your neck out, you’ll never be dissapointed that you did.
…do LIFE differently.

“You cannot change the people around you, but you can change the people you choose to BE around.”

…CHOOSE your friends.
…step away from those don’t meet you halfway.
…draw a line in the sand, because there’s no sense spreading yourself so thin you don’t enjoy living.

“Someone is thankful for less than YOU have”

…hi, humbleness.
…house? it’ll come.
…able bodied? check.
…imperfections? We all have ’em.
…live blessed, happy, gracious lives.

“I have no time for your negative bullshit.”

…no words needed. universal.truth.

Just some thoughts swirling today…these happen to be my universal truths walking around as affirmations I need to hear more often than I sometimes want to admit. But at the core of it? This life is meant to be a challenge, so choose it, it is meant to be lived, so shrug off the negativity, it is meant to be learned from, so stare straight at it and grasp what it’s telling you. 

Cheers friends!


I vow to shift my focus.

Sometimes, shifting my focus is harder than others. But as I have gotten the hang of it as I have needed to shift my focus and perspective at times, I am at a point where I want to make it a vow…to always shift my focus. Because when you do, it does wonders for the soul.

For example…

Instead of dreading my Sunday morning flight to the annual sales kick off for my company in Southern California, complaining that I *only* have one weekend day and will be sad to leave M….

I will shift my focus and embrace every minute of my abbreviated weekend, I will plan ahead, I will pack early, I will get settled so I can thoroughly enjoy what I do have. Teaching at barre n9ne (yay), seeing a few open houses (double yay!) and then a leisurely date night in dinner (triple yay – recreating the first meal M ever made for me!).

Instead of stressing over un-routine while away Sunday – Wednesday…

I will shift my focus and embrace it, plain and simple. There is nothing I can do to change it, so I will adjust, I will plan ahead, I will be normal, and I will go with the flow (something incredibly difficult for me but I am learning!!). I will also enjoy the 60 degree temperate jump (from the 1 degree it was here yesterday…) even though it will rain almost the whole time (shifting, shifting…)

Instead of complaining about having to travel for work…

I will shift my focus and give myself a huge dose of reality: this is my last work trip alone for the foreseeable future (M will be with me on my trip in April, yay!) and let’s be honest: I work from home. I have flexibility with my job (and it is a job I love!), and when I do travel, it’s to sunny, warm Orange County. Seriously right now?! Self: stop being lame.

Instead of wishing and wanting to run longer, farther, better…

I will shift my focus and realize that my IT band is getting stronger, and I got to run TWICE this week with ZERO pain (yay!) and I am able-bodied to do so many other things – spin, walk, barre…this is just a blip in the radar, and far bigger issues in this world than the inability to run for a month or two.


Writing out my thoughts sometimes helps me process them, of course, but also see how strong the mind really is. If you let it go haywire, you will lose perspective, harness a skewed reality, and focus on the wrong things…and be negative.

If you shift your focus and really see the bottom line on the things that nag at you? You will harness them into a better, happier, more positive reality – the REAL reality of life…that in the grand scheme of it, these ‘things’ or frustrations are just that – things. In the grand scheme of it, life is amazing, and every obstacle, frustration or challenge is an opportunity to flourish and prove to yourself what you are capable of, in mind, body and soul.

I vow…to shift my focus. Always.


On the knee, (im)patience, and perspective.

So, remember that knee pain I mentioned a couple of weeks ago?

Yeah, that.

Well, in the last 3+ weeks, I have run a total of TWICE and both of those runs ended less than 15 mins in, because of aforementioned knee pain (and, more specifically, IT band pain, on the right side of my knee).


I had diligently taken almost two weeks off from running to rest it (note: this problem ONLY occurs when I run and only after I have run for at least 10-15 mins. Not when I walk. Not when I teach or take barre n9ne classes and not when I do non-impact things, like spinning. Thank God for that!) and attempted another run last weekend. I – for once – happily hopped on that treadmill and was almost giddy to be running again (not that two weeks is a LONG time not to run, but it felt far longer!). My legs were happy. My breathing was actually okay, despite still recovering from a cold, then, bam. Pain. So bad that I literally had to stop completely. There was no pushing through it (not that THAT would have been smart anyway!).

After much hemming and hawing (lol – insert my dramatic overthinking brain here!), and discussing with a few ‘blends’ (blog friends at their finest!) – Meaghan and Naomi, to name a few (Naomi wrote an awesome post on IT Band Syndrome – which is what I think I may have, just today), I begrudgingly made a doctor’s appointment in hopes of a prescription for a physical therapist. That appointment was today. And I again tested my knee for two reasons – a half-hearted last-ditch ‘maybe it went away’ effort and also to *make* it hurt again so I could accurately show the doctor where the pain is (seemed logical to me, perhaps not). Again, I hopped on happily and ran happy, for all of 13 mins before the pain occurred yet again. To my surprise (no really, I had convinced myself it had gone away since it literally does not hurt ever otherwise!). Sad face.

Long story short, I now sit here with a prescription for a PT for 2-3 days a week for a month. I have never been injured. Luckily. Happily. I have typically been a smart runner, adding mileage gradually when I do add mileage, spacing out my runs, not running too much too soon etc., so to have something happen that now inhibits my running…kinda sucks.

Okay, it sucks a lot. And it makes me realize how impatient I am at injury resolution. And waiting. And patience, generally.

It’s also a massive dose of perspective to eat my words a little bit. To all of those friends I have supported and provided words of hope when they had to stop running…‘your body will remember,’ ‘no, you won’t get fat from NOT running,’ ‘you can do other cardio in the meantime, at least, that’s good!’ ‘our bodies need a break sometimes too.’

Blah, blah, blah. YES, all of this is true. YES, all of it is helpful to hear and believe in myself. But does it make it any easier to quell the run-games that go through my mind, anyway? Not really. I hate to even admit that, because I have tried so hard to quell my overthinking ways and to be kind to myself, but it is just a reminder that this is always going to be an area I need to continue to work on: self love and NOT diving head-first into the overthinking ‘rat hole’ as I like to call it.

What else does this little injury remind me? How much I actually LOVE running. Surprise, surprise. I tend to have a love-hate relationship with running sometimes, because it frustrates me when my breathing is off, or my legs are lead, or the run just doesn’t come to me. But now, in the absence of running, I realize how much I DO love it, despite those things. And how nothing truly compares to that feeling, cardio-wise.

But it also motivates me. To BE patient. To BE obedient (as a patient!). To stretch. To foam roll. To heal. 

I vow to use this time wisely. To explore other cross training options, like spinning (which I do love!) and even hill intervals *but walking* to strengthen my hamstrings. And anything else I can think of.

So, I guess this is me, owning up to needing some perspective sometimes too, and kicking my own ass a little in allowing myself to get too down about it. Because at the end of the day, I am healthy, I am (mostly) able bodied, and I am happy. A little off time from running shouldn’t and won’t ruin that.


Gratitude’truths’…in pins.

It’s no secret I’ve been kind of quiet on the writing front lately and part of that is my effort at simplicity (paring back on the nice-to-have’s and focusing on the life priority list right now) but part of that is also because when you’re happy and filled with gratitude, there truly is less to *say* that I haven’t already said. And I don’t know about you, but even I grow sick of my own happy musings sometimes…let’s be real 😉

But during a time of year that just naturally feels like a time for gratitude, I can’t help but think of how different my life is now, vs. my very first Thanksgiving on my own, now FOUR years ago (!). I was a shell of myself, in so many ways. And while I’ve worked incredibly hard to get to where I am today, I sometimes still struggle with just how good my life is, and remaining humble and with a large dose of perspective at all times (even puppies and rainbows lose perspective sometimes, I know, you’re shocked. Not. Hehe).

So, I feel inspired to share some of my feelings on gratitude and gratitude ‘truths’ as I like to call them, in pins!

This one, by far, defines my journey over the last 4 years, not to mention the last decade+ of my life. I feel so very blessed to have M walk into my life, but also equally blessed that my ex-husband *walked out*. Every person you meet, good or bad, hurtful or loving, shapes you. For that, I am grateful.
My sisters – not only are they my best friends, when we are together, I don’t think I laugh harder, smile more, or feel happier. They are, and will always be, my priority in my life. Now, more than ever. Gratitude…is sisterhood.
I think this is something I have really grappled with in recent years, and this year, I finally feel as though I am ‘good’ with me. I like me. I love me. Imperfections and all. And to feel that way…is contagious. If I can pay that feeling forward even just a little bit day in and out, I will. Gratitude…is imperfectly perfect.
I declared 2012 the year of unseating comfort zones. And this one truly speaks to that, Driving past fear of failure, and charging towards what I am passionate about. Making my role at work MINE and shaping it. And barre n9ne? Well, I think that is just a given…it surrounds me with passion, happiness, and, well, sweat. What’s more to love? Gratitude…is taking chances.
Friendship, as we grow older, is hard to cultivate. It’s not like childhood, where your friends are basically born from who sits next to you in 4th grade…as an adult, it is incredibly hard to make new friends, and sustain the old. The friends I have now are a beautiful mix of both, a small circle of those I truly cherish. For all the laughs, the private jokes, the memories, and the bond. Gratitude is…REAL friendship.

Gratitude. Is a feeling like no other. ❤

On tragedy and resilience.

I wasn’t planning to post for the next little while, but I feel compelled to today. (and that’s when I want to write…when I feel compelled).

My best friend, who I’ve known since I was 4, a sister friend…lost her house yesterday. Complete loss in a fire.

And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. About her. About her family. About how of all people that I know, she *least* deserves this (not that anyone does…but there are those few in life that tend to get hard knock after hard knock and I just wish I could take this away for her).

But then I started to think more about it. Yes, it is tragic. And devastating. But no lives were lost. Just a home. Just things. 

And out of tragedy is sometimes (more often times) opportunity. And I believe this is an opportunity for her. To get that fresh start that she has needed for awhile and deserves.

And out of this tragedy, it is also an opportunity for me to once again drink up some perspective…that while it was ‘just’ a home and ‘just’ things, it is far easier to say that when you *have* those things, and not when you don’t. It’s an opportunity for me to help in any way that I can, financially and emotionally. And it’s an opportunity to band together and support her and help her realize just how strong and resilient she is (because she often does not give herself nearly the credit she deserves. She defines resilience, in my mind).

So today, in the wake of tragedy, comes opportunity and resilience. And a chance to once again look around, realize how blessed this life is (and how fleeting those blessings can sometimes be), and, as this quote so fittingly says:

Consider Today an Opportunity of a Lifetime. Start Fresh.