Mom. Triathlete. Yogi. Foodie. Writer. Boss. Coffee lover. Side hustler.
All tagged #namaste
love sharing the joy, but I don't think there's much weight in my victories without seeing the whole picture. Is it time? Maybe not today, but soon
I glanced back at Alli; she looked on, and up. Like my Dad helped shape me, I was doing just the same for my own.
Mascara can always be fixed and pigs do fly.
Instead, I'll sit right here.
I can say, TODAY, that I am grateful for all of this; the beautiful mess that is me. I can also say that I am so grateful for YOU; you never left my side, when I needed you most.
We kept a steady pace to support much needed conversations.
I found strength in sharing my independence, my pride, my warrior-like persona to help those around me.
There might be other races, maybe not. But there will never be another right now.
I tucked myself into a private meeting space with a box of tissues and my thoughts.
Over time, the vibrance of the arrow faded. The symbolism of that takes my breath away.
