Where have you been?

Ok, ok, more like where have I been the past few weeks.... Yes, I've been a little MIA lately. The past few weeks have been pretty rough - emotionally, physically, mentally, any "ally" way you can think of. I've gained 3-4 pounds back and man can I feel every single ounce of it.

I've got a few blog posts I'm working on and as soon as I get out from under this crappy ass funk I'm in I'll get those on here. Doing the work necessary, reflecting, meditating (not as much or as clearly as I'd like, however), talking to my therapist (and I have no problem admitting that even though it sounds so 90s), and through it all I'm still running 3 days a week (thank goodness! I think I'd probably be in a padded room without my running!) As a matter of fact, I'll be running in the Pat Tillman Run this weekend with my friends Dennis and Julie (and a gazillion other people) so it should be a great day.

Until next time...

~with much love, always

Blogs worth following

Here are some blogs that I think are worth reading.

Murphy the Musical

Not A Bear

Vicarious Lines

Finishing Is Winning

One-Twenty-Five

Ben Does Life

The Small Things Blog  - for all your hair design needs

There are so many more that I read but these are my favorites.


~ with much love, always

What's the deal?

Right now, I'm supposed to be putting away the groceries that are sitting on my counter. Right now, I'm supposed to be cleaning my house. Or answering emails. Or returning/making phone calls. Or planning dinners for the week. Or. Or. Or. There are so many things I'm "supposed to be doing" right now. But you know what? Fuck it. Right now, I don't care. Today feels like a shitty day. Even though I ran my 5k this morning, got gas and a car wash, and went to Walmart and the market -all before 9am - despite all that, today just feels crappy. Plus, I sat at my computer with my hot chocolate and read a couple of blog posts and feel even worse because I realize my life isn't all that bad. I don't have a dead child, or struggle with a child with autism, or family in the military fighting overseas, or anything else that seems really bad or a struggle. So what's my problem? Oh, and my anxiety attacks are getting worse again. Awesome.


 ~with  much love, always