My Cycling FAIL: Falling, F-bombs, & Finding Balance

I started going to cycle classes at the Y a few years ago. I even have the fancy cycling shoes that clip into the pedals. This, of course, makes me a cycling expert. Sadly, my expertise ends at the part where you clip in and ride an actual road bike in the actual world. You

Here’s to you. Yes, you.

Here’s to you, the one who got out of bed this morning. Who put on her big girl panties and drove to work. Who stayed home and made another. blessed. PB&J. Who got outside and ran one more mile. Who cleaned up somebody’s mess. Literally or figuratively. Again. Here’s to you, the one who thinks she’s not making

Flashback Friday: The Wisest Words I Received as a New Mom (and as a human in general)

I wrote this post a year ago about something I learned when I was a new mom – and it’s as freeing to me today as it was then. Buckle up, friends. It might be hard to hear – but I think you’ll be glad you did. Originally published March 17, 2014. Confession time. It’s been a rough

Throwback Thursday: Refuel (because I’m running out of gas in more ways than one) (You, too?)

Originally published March 3, 2014. I hate stopping for gas. I will drive as far as possible on “E” before stopping at a gas station. (Sorry, Mom & Dad – I know, you taught me better.) I hate the anxiety of wondering if I’ll make it to my destination before I run out – but

5 Steps to Stop the Downward Spiral

I’m pretty open about my journey with depression. But I don’t think you have to struggle with “DEPRESSION” to know the battle of the emotional downward spiral. Ah, The Downward Spiral. The truth is, even on anti-depressants, I still battle that downward spiral. For many of us, being swept into that emotional landslide can be triggered by a variety

The Wisest Words I Received as a New Mom (and as a human in general)

Confession time. It’s been a rough couple of weeks, ladies. I’ve said, “My kids are SO HARD right now,” more times than I can count. I walk around at a constant 8 or 9 on the “had it up to here” scale. (So, I boil past 10 over nearly EVERYTHING.) My breathing is a fancy blend of dramatic sighs,