JUMP IN. THE WATER’S NOT FINE.

As I was purging, sorting and organizing our basement clutter I saw my  kids’ first five years in the form of artwork, journals and keepsakes. It slowed me down for a bit. It actually grabbed me by the guts and knocked me on my seat. It was as if the hand turkeys and laminated lists of favorite things were whispering, “Stop, Momma. Stay awhile. Remember when I made this for you?” I had no desire to rush to the next task on my to do list. All I wanted to do, all I could do, was slow down and take it all in.

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WELCOME TO THE CLUB

For no reason, I was in a slump today. Tons to be grateful for, too many blessings to count, yet just off.  And although I felt I couldn’t jump into my cocoon fast enough, just before kicking off my Chucks and climbing into my comfy escape I bellied up to my computer. Within a minute, my eye caught a Facebook post and my internal compass screamed “GO THIS DIRECTION.” And so I did. “It’s Monday! Time to get our Hussle on! 6 am club! So passionate about my life.” This was attached to a meme that read “You can either sleep with your dreams or get up and go after them.”  I’ve heard this before. You have, too. Heck,

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DID I REALLY BECOME THAT GIRL?

I was a head in the sand nurse who couldn’t AND refused to go through a checkout lane without grabbing a candy bar, no matter what time of day. I was the “cookie Mom” for a reason, and coincidentally my kid always got “top seller.” I drank fountain Coke instead of water. I was a Mom who watched Food Network and consistently avoided her veggies while telling her kids to clean their plate. A sugar addict who was certain that Lucky Charms was the perfect meal. Not dessert…meal…

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THE INEVITABLE FALLOUT OF DIVORCE

I grew up in the 70’s in a home where volatile arguments between the big people were as common as Flintstones vitamins, bologna sandwiches, Tab and shag carpet. It was the only normal I knew. It was like living in a house with a foundation built on quicksand. Always predictably unpredictable. We learned to be on guard at all times, to get through the school day on little sleep, to accept not having friends over unannounced and we got really good at ignoring the deafening silence between our parents. When they weren’t fighting they were in separate rooms. Staring. Thinking of an escape plan. Regretting their choices. Mom sitting in a dark room with the only light being from the end of her cigarette. Dad staring out the tiny window in the basement….

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SWIMMING IN THE DEEP END WITH OLIVIA PALERMO

Olivia Palermo is a fashion Goddess to me. I’m her in my head. A legend in my own mind. And yet in reality I am lightyears from her unapologetic take on style. Lightyears. I don’t follow trends, unless I can hide that I’m doing it. I also don’t take big risks…just small calculated risks. If “everyone” is wearing something, I’m the last to embrace it, but boldy original I am not. I’d love to tell you that it’s because of my unique sense of style, but it’s equally my “you can’t make me” attitude showing up. I like being different and brag about being a Fruit Loop in a world of Cheerios yet I secretly want to be accepted so the result is a weak attempt at unique. Certainly not boring and predictable, but not too weird. Because weird demands being completely vulnerable.

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SOUL PIECES

I have some unexpected favorites. But shouldn’t we all? Like things that define us…the part of us we can’t actually define. The things that make our guts happy for no reason. When they cross our path we say “I don’t know why, but I’m kind of obsessed with this.” Not items chosen on auto-pilot or out of habit or because we are expected to. The things that choose us. Soul pieces…

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THE GOOD AND BAD OF ANYTHING “NEW”

Oh how I love my Chuck Taylors. Tonight I fed my soul with three new pairs….white leather, kelly green and classic red. Low top. All low top. Yes, three.

As excited as I am to sport these puppies, it’ll be a bit awkward and slightly uncomfortable wearing them the first time. Breaking them in won’t be awesome. Like writing this blog. I mean, I don’t want them to scream, “Look! I bought new Chucks!” And yet they likely will until they are worn in a bit.

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THE ANTIDOTE

So it’s pretty clear that comparing ourselves to others serves no one. That it’s a game with no winner. The jury isn’t out on this one. I teach my kids not to do it, I train my team to avoid it, for crying out loud my pinterest boards and FB posts are full of  “do not compare yourself to others.” It’s said in dozens of clever and catchy ways with visuals that cause me to confidently say “Damn right…never again. Not me.”

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WHEN A MOMENT NEVER BECOMES A MEMORY

As I walked across the parking lot with my ten year old son, I instinctively grabbed his hand…to keep him safe perhaps, yet also to keep him close to my heart. His heart responded with a gentle squeeze of my not-much-bigger hand. Just as I expected. And then almost immediately, as if his head screamed “HOLD ON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??”, my sweet boy dropped my hand like a hot coal and said, “Mom I do not want to hold hands with you. I’m not a baby.”…

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TWINKIES OVER TOFU

After years of teaching, preaching and promoting clean eating all over the US and Canada, while all mic’d up like Brittany in front of a crowd of 8000 health conscious wellness warriors, I chose to out myself. It wasn’t in the power point. It wasn’t on the teleprompter. It was as if my guts said “GET ME OUT OF HERE!!” And so it began.

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