If I had to slink myself into spandex and lycra to swing a 40lb kettle bell 50 times, then you too have to do that thing.
I thought I was prepared but the truth is when you’re embarking on a new endeavor, you’re never really prepared. Never really ready. You just have to decide you want to be better, and go forth in that direction.
Soooo… there was this girl I knew (not me) who was making tacos for her sister and her (not me) for lunch. And… (not me) she cut up tomatoes, avocado, lime, cheese, and peppers. Hot peppers. Really, really, like really hot peppers. And the tacos were delicious. And then her eye started to itch. So, […]
when your dreams are so big they seep into the daylight, sometimes it’s hard to sleep…
“There is a quiet kind of courage in knowing when to quit
When losing all hope is not really a loss at all
And the idea of holding on a moment longer is worse than the fear of actually failing…”
So this what it’s like to look down the barrel of a gun. I’ve always kinda wondered what what felt like, but not really…
So I am not a size 12. Nor a 10, nor a 6, nor a 4. In fact, if you take a 1 and put it in front of that 4, that’s where you’ll find me. 14. Not Macy’s or Nordstrom 14. But Fashion to Figure, Torrid 14. And that’s when I’m not moonlighting at a 16… My most vulnerable and personal blog post yet… new post is up!
And then I was reminded that even though I am still sitting here, frustrated with work and near tears, somebody out there always has it worse. So be thankful for what you have, even if it isn’t all that you want, and be kind to everyone you meet. You never know their struggle. This is for Troy.