I'm not a huge fan of numbers. I deal much better in letters and words. They make much more sense to me. I think that's because I was born largely without a left brain. Despite my unending love of words, there is a singular number that has held a very special place in my heart … Continue reading On playing by the numbers….

In the grand scheme of things, I'm pretty lucky when it comes to injuries. I've never broken a bone (that I know of...I might have broken a toe before, but it didn't hurt enough to go have it checked out) despite cheerleading and skiing basically my entire life. But there are two injuries I have … Continue reading On knowing my pain….

Running has quickly become something I love. I left my office the other day and walked out into a beautiful day with a slight breeze and actually whined to myself..."UhhhhhhhUH! It would be PERFECT to run tonight!" but I didn't get to (because I was taking a gun class which was equally as fun and … Continue reading On the road less traveled….

Change is absolutely petrifying to me. Well, some change is. Most change probably, but not all. I get nervous about life and start over-thinking all the things that could go wrong or all the unintended consequences of change, whether realistic or not. I wonder if that's, in part, due to the fact that I've never … Continue reading On embracing the unknown….

"There's a club. The Dead Dads Club. And you can't be in it until you're in it. You can try to understand; you can sympathize. But until you feel that loss..." Admittedly, I've been watching Grey's Anatomy in excess lately. Despite that, and despite the fact that I said I'd probably never watch the show … Continue reading On joining the club…

Inhibitions are funny things, aren't they? I think for all of us, we have and lose them with a great deal of regularity. The frequency of that change is debatable and probably changes quite a bit, but they come and go nonetheless. Ten years ago, I was 22 years old. Lord knows, I was markedly … Continue reading On changing of the guard….

Generally speaking, I avoid dressing how I feel. This is due, in large part, to the fact that I feel exhausted much of the time. If I dressed how I felt, you'd see me bra-less, in a crappy t-shirt, sweatpants, and athletic socks to my knees. It would be ugly. I'd whip my hair up … Continue reading On dressing the part….

If someone asked you, "What's the one thing you need, really NEED, right now?" how would you answer? I think most people would quickly answer with either sleep or money. And really, who doesn't need either or both of those pretty much every day? Sleep is a huge one for me, especially now, given that … Continue reading On needing to feel needy….

I'll be the first to admit: there are times in life when I really need to take a chill pill. Wouldn't it be nice if those actually existed? If I could get a bottle of chill pills at the grocery store or, heck, while we're wishing, if I could get a prescription for it, I'd … Continue reading On chilling out…

Let's talk baby steps. I seem to be surrounded by them lately. My friend's son just took his first steps the other day (and really, is there anything cuter than that?); my best friend's son will likely be toddling about in the next few months. A co-worker's daughter is getting very close to walking. It's … Continue reading On taking the first steps….