Mom's Running It Blog
I am writing this post on December 15, 2020 - my 50th birthday. That sounds surreal to me, but it feels amazing. My oldest daughter, when she was 6-years-old, asked me how old she should be to become a Mom. I told her she should be at least 25. She - in all seriousness - said, “25? I’ll be dead by then!” I replied that I was older than 25. She looked at me in horror and said, “Oh my gosh, Mom, how old are you?”
I remember I was 28 - ironic as that’s how old she is now. At 28, …
Recently, I sent out a newsletter and discussed updates and changes in my podcast. Some of the changes were based on having the podcast for over 3 ½ years and putting in a lot of time and effort. Compound Interest is working for me. Some changes were statistics and analytics — I love the black and white of stats as they just truly are. There isn’t necessarily a good or bad, just a barometer of where you are currently compared to where you were and where you want to be.
"Can I help you?" She asked. "Do you have an appointment?"
"Yes," I said. "I'm here for my topless photoshoot."
She laughed harder than I had anticipated, which made me start to laugh. Partially out of nervousness and partially because I love laughing with people. Plus, anyone who thinks I'm funny is my friend.
"Oh, my gosh! We're going to have so much fun today! Thank you for making me laugh. I love your attitude," she said.
She handed me paperwork and with a signature and a smile, I didn'…
October 11, 2011, was the day I pushed "publish" on my blog for the very first time. Since then so much has changed, and yet - so much has remained the same. I revamped this blog this past summer (2020) which felt overwhelming to start and cathartic when I jumped in and did it. My goal has always been to connect with others through the story of my life. To make a positive impact in the hope and desire that other people will feel less alone and build a larger skillset and toolbox to manage trauma…
It's interesting what I've written about in the last almost 9 years I've had this blog. I wrote through a divorce and all I divulged was that I was moving and feeling more stress than normal. There was absolutely no information about the divorce whatsoever. I'd like to think it's entirely due to wanting to protect the other party, as he isn't co-writing to share his side of things, but if I'm more raw, it's because I've felt embarassment over relationships that have ended. The same goes moving f…
It's been quite a year for all of us. A tremendous amount of stress and upheaval, uncertainty, and fear. It's also been a year of change in many ways outside of this pandemic situation the world has experienced for six-ish months now. I've had a lot of behind the scenes action in my life and the world climate has a flip side that's not entirely awful.
For starters, I moved my blog to my website almost a year ago. It was an enormous help, as I no longer had to manage two separate sites, I have o…
In 2016 I decided to do a trail half marathon with about a dozen of the women that I run with. I was looking forward to it because I’ve heard so many great things about the race, it was only an hour away from my home, an incredibly beautiful location with the fall colors. I had heard that it was a “net down” meaning where are you begin is higher than where you end and that a lot of people rated it as a fast course. I started out the race making mistakes. I took sports beans from the women I was …
There have been moments in parenting when I’ve wondered what gave me the right to think I could be a decent parent, what my intentions were, and how I could (please) do a better job. It began with my body healing after childbirth, sitting for hours breastfeeding and wondering if my butt would be permanently flat, smelling like spit-up for what seemed like years, toddler temper tantrums, snot, potty training, and the exhaustive list goes on. It’s harder than you ever imagined possible, and there …
It’s hard to be the bad guy. The bitch. The one who pulled the plug. The fall-guy. It’s interesting being the one that finally said “enough!”. Not once, mind you, but 3 times. Three times I said, “I do”, three times I gave it my all, and three times I filed for divorce. It’s the only thing I felt I failed at, my only embarrassment, and the only thing I’ve tried not to discuss. Until now. I’ve heard it said that a woman takes longer to be done with a relationship, but when that happens, there’s n…
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