• Fit

    For me, running is joy.

    Years ago, I was a runner. I also lifted weights and generally gave a good amount of shit about being physically active. That was easy with the job & schedule I had, where I lived, and, oh YES, lack of CHILD. I lived in a very runner-friendly city, walked 5 minutes to the Y, and my only after work priority was being done in time to get at least 1-2 beers at happy hour pricing. Now, I commute an hour each way, wrangle a toddler and cats and chickens. We live in the country, my husband runs our business literally 24/7. So, you can imagine the amount of “me time” that…

  • Joy

    You have permission to find joy.

    Writing is hard. It’s so challenging to put thoughts into comprehensible sentences, with structure and sense. I can’t even figure out how to start this post because, honestly, I just want to shout words everywhere. So, here it goes. I heard this in a podcast once: there are things you do in life that are fun and there are things in life that bring you joy. They are usually very separate things. Writing is not always fun for me. Maybe, depending on the topic or the timing. Most of the time, it’s hard and raw and emotional. Joy is the things in life that can be such a fucking struggle. But,…