This week on my personal social media accounts, I published a post regarding New Year Resolutions and how I personally do not believe in them. Many people believe in them, and want this to be the time they make a change in their lives. And there are many people who succeed with them. Now that
Author: Wilder Zandonella
Has someone ever said to you that you have to love yourself before you can love someone else; or even before you can accept someone else’s love? I have heard that many times before, but never really understood how one was to do that. It’s not like you hear someone say that to you, and then suddenly you just love yourself.
Society makes it hard to find the right words to describe ourselves without sounding “into” ourselves, cocky, arrogant, and just too proud. I think for a lot of people, saying good things about ourselves feels awkward. And accepting compliments is the same. But it shouldn’t be that way.
Yesterday, justice was served for my son. It took two years, but justice was served.
Being a teenager is rough. Fitting in and being liked is something that everyone struggles with, even the “popular” kids. I hated this gorgeous field hockey chick for some ridiculous reasons I do not even recall. And she hated me. There was one day that we were forced to cross paths in the girls locker room at
Social media can be the devil, do you feel me? Now don’t get me wrong, it has some really great benefits too. I too am one of those social sellers that will use Facebook and Instagram as my platform to introduce products. It reaches a large audience of people who I do not interact with
My husband and I feel so fortunate that our kids are enrolled in a daycare where the teachers upload photos throughout the day of what they are doing. Coming from our previous situation, we love being able to see their smiling faces throughout the day, and see the fun that they are having. A few weeks
October was a very interesting month for me. I ran my very first half marathon, which athletically is the hardest thing I have ever done. The very next weekend, I broke my right leg in a soccer game. This is the first time in 30 years of playing soccer and being an athlete that I
October 8th is all about ME. On October 8th I run my very first half marathon. Over the last few months, my friend and I have spent many hours running. We ran together, and I have run alone. I have: Ran. Sweat. Cried. Complained. Supported. Listened. Bitched. Given up. Motivated. Been motivated. Gotten hurt. Self-doubted.
There are so many great things about being a mom. In fact, being a mom is now one of my favorite ways to identify myself. I feel a sense of in-explainable pride when talking about my children to other people. Sure, millions and millions and millions of other women are moms too, but sometimes I