Taking my daughter to school is the best part of my day. It’s something I never was able to do until I quit my job and something I didn’t even think would be so special for me and for her. I get home from the gym and have about 20 minutes until we have to…
The biggest reason I quit my job was to save myself. I once wrote in my journal that it was like living in a Plexiglass box. You know how Plexiglass gets yellowed with time, gets scratches, goes cloudy? My Plexiglass box was letting me see life, but I wasn’t really feeling it and it was…
“If you don’t think Beyonce doesn’t cry in the shower every so often you’re wrong.” I’m married to such a great person. Karl said this to me Saturday morning. Friday night I cried in the shower. And for some, the shower may muffle the cries, but the way our house is laid out I think…
Last weekend I wrote a long post about my one-month anniversary for quitting my day job and blogging full time and my blog ate it. I was in Texas, it was 11pm (so really midnight back home) and my dashboard (the backend of my blog) seemed to go back in time several days. Posts I…
This week I worked on being kinder to myself and more realistic. It’s still hard. When you’ve dreamed of doing something for years and have so many ideas in your head AND you’ve spent the past two decades working your ass off always more than 40 hours a week… well, it’s an hourly struggle to…
I had such big dreams for my first week as a full-time blogger. Oh I’ll still wake up at 5:30 every morning so I can have some Me Time. I’ll do sun salutations, meditate, Morning Pages. I’ll sip coffee and stare out the window at the woods and plot out my perfectly organized day. I…