I can’t believe I’m going to do this but here it goes- a quote from the movie Ice Age: Manfred: Sid, the tiger found a shortcutSid: (looking at the treacherous mountain) No thanks, I choose life. There it’s done. I actually quoted Ice Age. Please hold all judgements until forever. This quote plays in my
Remember in school when you were assigned a paper to write about your hero or role model? Lot’s of people picked Michael Jordan or their older sibling. I never knew who to pick. But now I do. Even when I was as a wannabe-rebel-making-mistakes-attitude-absorbed-teenager and sure that he was wrong about most things, my dad
When I fell I told myself: don’t write about this…. don’t write about this…. don’t write about this… I’m writing about this. Saturday morning was cool and for the first time in a month, I was looking forward to the long run in my prep for the Chicago 1/2 marathon. All I had to do
I was 22 when I married Brandon. I was glad I was 22 because 21 sounded so young. At 22 the world started giving me more respect, which is why I’m desperately awaiting 30. I think 30 will be the best year of my life because people will stop considering me young and unable to
My grandparents are (part) Macedonian so I grew up calling them Baba (Grandma) and Dedo (Grandpa). Sundays were big family dinners where the entire family gathered, ate, and drank. Holidays- especially Christmas- were always full of loud family and lots of presents (which sometimes came from my neon pink lipstick wearing, white hair teasing, always
I’m in a good place today. My thoughts are clear and walking through the fog is well, less… foggy. Is this what happens when I take time to care of my soul? Amazing. I haven’t spent a lot of time pondering my soul until recently (thanks to a ‘soul care’ friend ;). I guess I’ve
Once upon a time I met Brandon and fell in love. Today marks the 6th year of our wedding day. Still love struck by him.
This morning I woke up at 3:30am (well actually 3:38am) to make it to Rockford, IL – for a triathlon- for Brandon. Love that man. The morning had thick air that the moon could not glow through and the roads were covered in a frothy fog. There were gaps where you could see into the
The introvert in me lives on. After learning about Walden in school, I decided to start dreaming of residing in a simple home in the woods, growing a vegetable garden, and writing a book that changes the world for the better.However, my recent self-searching, part narcissistic and part really powerful, completely erases my Walden-inspired story.
I read so I can be smarter. I recently read an excerpt from Let Your Life Speak: Listening to the Voice of Vocation (2000). “There is a Hasidic tale that reveals, with amazing brevity, both the universal tendency to want to be someone else and the ultimate importance of becoming one’s self: Rabbi Zusya, when