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- When I first intended to start this post it was several weeks ago and I was in that self-induced delusional haze of a new relationship. You know the kind: you feel giddy all the time, smile for no reason and tend to let your mind wander to naughty places about 1000 times a day. You're so deliriously happy. But of course, it never lasts. I'm not saying happiness doesn't last, but that all-consuming feeling of getting to know someone and having them get to know you is fleeting. And we all wish to find that special someone, if we haven't already. But when I started this post, it was meant to …[Read full post]
- I know many of you are probably laughing at this title. Zen? Me? I'm not exactly a calm individual. Some might call me tightly wound. A ticking time bomb (kidding - really) or just quick to anger. I tend to get easily frustrated with things out of my control. But the older I get the more I realize there are things I can control: my reactions or how I respond to and handle situations. (I can't believe how wise I'm getting, it's astonishing.) I've spent the past several years fixing the outside of me with my fitness journey. But as anyone who's undergone a dramatic transformation can attest …[Read full post]
- Newsflash: I'm human. Really. While most of my fellow athletes toss around words for me like 'beast' and 'badass' the truth is I'm woefully human. I get hurt (hello tendonitis in my shoulder). I get frustrated (hello f-bombs). And apparently that frustration turns to tears. At least it did today. The CrossFit mascot is Pukie the Clown, so named because the workouts are known to make many athletes toss their cookies. I've never thrown up from a workout. I've almost fainted or felt nauseous but I've never let myself get to the point of being ill. I'm a straight-up competitor, but why would I …[Read full post]
- When I was in college, one of my professors mentioned that I didn't handle criticism very well. Let's be honest, who does? Especially as a young adult. As an art major, being critiqued comes with the territory, but us artist types are also known to be a wee bit sensitive. Now, most people who know me today would probably laugh if I was ever described as sensitive. After all, I'm tough, I lift weights, I'm a single Mom, work multiple jobs, etc. I'm ragingly confident. I swear like a sailor. Danielle? Sensitive? (cue laughter) The funny thing about feedback is that if you take it to heart, …[Read full post]
- They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over but expecting different results. If that doesn't sum up dating, I don't know what does. Hear me out. You go out with someone. You like them. You think they like you. You open up. They open up. Then they pull back. You get confused. You get mad. They get defensive. Things end. Then you repeat this cycle again, and again, and again. Every time telling yourself "this is different" or "they're different." You do exactly the same thing every time and yet you hang on to hope that one day it will actually be different. And …[Read full post]
- The last few years have definitely felt like I'm stuck in a relationship revolving door. One person after another after another, constantly retelling the same stories, the same facts about yourself, blah blah. It's exhausting. A couple of months ago I met someone that I actually really liked for the first time in a VERY long time. No one has really given me butterflies lately and he did. It was exciting and thrilling. And I let myself get excited for the potential. I opened my heart. I thought 'this could be something.' And of course, life got in the way and due to circumstances not worth …[Read full post]