Sometimes. Some. Times
It's been months.
And I'm not really sure why.
Or how that happened, but it did.
I hope you know.
You don't stop mattering, just because I'm not around the old blog.
I've been teaching.
And hanging with my incredible network of friends.
Therapizing - but not in therapy, my therapist moved to Santa Barbara, so we'll connect again soon.
3rd Grade life is busy and fun.
Most importanly, ya'lll.
Third grade is fun.
Like tons of fun.
This crew of explorers and learners challenges me in all the best ways.
Most of my friends and family are pretty certain that I've lost my mind in commuting 2 hours to be a part of Les Mis again, but the truth is, while rehearsals have been long, it's also a wonderful experience.
Since the closing of my crossfit gym, I've working out at Healthtrax and I love it. Rowing daily on my rower in my classroom.
I went hiking recently with some family and friends.
And I we ran to the top after a 2 hour trek.
As we reached the top, laughing and pushing to be first - yes like we're seven.
I put my hands on my strong thighs and said, "I can't take any of this for granted."
And the real deal is, I don't.
We get one, if we're lucky. ONE EPIC LIFE.
We make mistakes and teach other, we live, we learn.
We dream about doing it better.
Sometimes we do - sometimes we'd don't.
But I'm passionate about not giving up, or giving in.
The truth is this.
You have to believe.
That you are as important as you are.
As we know you to be.
Stop putting yourself last.
And not just in the realm of weight loss.
OR eating right.
I had Lobster Bisque for dinner tonight and I'm wicked proud of that.
And I had challah bread.
And while you're busy trying to love your little self.
The broken bits.
The hard bits.
All those kibbles and bits.
Let other folks love you too.
Trying to love yourself by cutting everyone and everything else out - isn't really loving yourself.
They are there.
Those kind voices.
The ones who know exactly what you need to hear.
I was talking to one such voice late in the morning yesterday.
He works full time in NYC, and is currently in Law School.
Anyways, he laughed at one point.
And said, "If I don't say it enough - I couldn't be prouder to love you."
"What does that mean?"
"It means, I'm proud of you and I love you."
I smiled into my phone, like he could see it, and then thanked him.
"Thanks for seeing me. Especially on the days, I can't."
Matterers, I see you.
You matter so much.
And you are SO SO SO loved.