Love More, Judge Less
As an educator I am lucky enough to have the summer off from work. When my kids were younger I worked summer school since our daycare bill was crushing and summer pay was a way to catch up on some expenses. Five years ago I finally said “no” to summer school and I’ve never looked
Is it too late to talk about New Years’ goals…or intentions? I’m one of those who doesn’t make resolutions because it sets me up for failure. What works for me is to set up a goal for each month. For instance, in January, my monthly goal is to move my body in some way for
I’m going to preface this by saying I hate to run. I find nothing relaxing about it and in fact find it to be more of a chore than anything else. But I have goals and somehow (much to my dismay) running plays a part in the end goal. Let me explain. In 2014 a
I miss reading. I read to my kids every day but, I miss reading for me. I can pull off other fun things regularly – exercising, date nights, road trips – but not this one. For me, it’s a casualty of motherhood. There are more ways to read books now, sure. I used to listen to
I’m reading a book called “The Places That Scare You.” A friend gave it to me, knowing I was going through some changes in my life. In it, Pema Chondron teaches: We can let the circumstances of our lives harden us and make us increasingly resentful and afraid, or we can let them soften us and make us
I stand here at the base of 2016, with myriad things I want to do in the foreseeable future. These goals aren’t floating around my head because it’s a new year. They’re present year-round, popping up and receding with little prompting. I feel excited and overwhelmed by the options at hand. I’m goal-oriented, to a
After having my sons I started running with the sole intention of losing the baby weight. Since then I’ve had a love/hate relationship with running. I ran a few 5Ks this spring and felt pretty good about myself, but then something inside of me changed and I started to question, “If I can run 3.1 miles, could
New Year’s resolutions are dumb. Of course, I say that in the most Kindergarten way possible because I am just a bitter person who has never really made a resolution that I’ve been able to keep. The idea of them is actually great. I think the start of a new year is the perfect time
Road races are popping up everywhere, which makes me pretty happy. The me from eight years ago would have hated that the me of now just made that statement. At the risk of sounding super corny, running has changed my life. OK, I would have hated that I made both of those statements. Now, I
Happy Black Friday! Instead of shopping today, I took care of some business and then hit the park with the kids and my husband, hoping that running around in the cold air would coax everyone into napping so that I could have some quiet work time in the afternoon. A lot of people actually work
