Have you ever seen the movie Garden State with Zach Braff and Natalie Portman? I absolutely love that movie but I’ve found it makes me incredibly sad so often I’ll see it on as I’m flipping through my channels and I’ll actually force myself to keep moving. One scene I always shed a few tears
Author: Sara Orris
I have three daughters. I have, at times, wondered why I was not blessed with a son. I see the relationship my friends have with their sons and I’m a bit curious and envious. I would have loved to see my husband be a father to a son. I know our family dynamic would be
Holy crap, winter is so hard for me. I need sun and warmth and LIGHT. I need to be outside. I need to be wearing flip flops. I need the beach. Winter has been more and more difficult for me to manage as I’ve aged but I’m working on it. I’ve been trying new routines,
I never really wanted to be a dance mom. As the mother of three daughters, I figured it would be inevitable that at least one of them would want to dance. I resisted for many years as my older two were more interested in soccer than in dance. My littlest, however, had other plans and
Lately I’ve been thinking…am I brave? I always considered myself to be brave. I’ve managed some extremely difficult situations. I’ve tried new things. I’ve gone to new places. I moved away from home to live in a new city with less than $1000 in my pocket. I’ve stood up for myself. I’ve spoken in front
I follow a writer who recently lost her husband after a vicious but tragically short fight with cancer. I will not share her name or all of the details of her story as it isn’t my story to tell but if you follow amazing writers and bloggers she may be on your list and you
Lately I’ve been thinking… Am I happy? There was a point in my adult life when I knew, for a fact, I was not happy. I was not depressed. I was able to find some joy but I was definitely not living a happy life. I was overwhelmed, worried, and bombarded by stress
I’m still not thrilled to be headed into a new school year but at least I have a goal to work toward. I’m going to be a good human. Seems simple enough.
I know we will look back on this summer and describe it as, “the summer Dad/Grandpa had cancer”. Whenever we look at pictures or question why we didn’t do a usual summer event or tradition the explanation will be, “oh right, that’s the summer Dad/Grandpa had cancer”.
Despite my attempts to exercise regularly the effort was simply not enough. I was not happy of the body I stared at every day and I was so tired of being mentally wrung out. I needed an outlet and I needed a change. So now, I kickbox.