Me.

Mom. Triathlete. Yogi. Foodie. Writer. Boss. Coffee lover. Side hustler.

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Season of Darkness; Spring of Hope

Season of Darkness; Spring of Hope

A few days or so ago, I followed the Instagram trend and posted my best 9 (technically 10) photos of 2017.  I highlighted some wonderful moments, great accomplishments, and snippets of my continued journey to be my best self.  I was challenged to select only a few memories of what moved me this year.  I posted with joy, anxiously awaiting all the likes I'd get.  I checked out the best of those I follow, also feeling their joy. 

#2017BestNine

#2017BestNine

Then I remembered...the joy came from somewhere.  I didn't want to use a reference from Pixar's Inside Out.  Without spoiling the movie Joy was born from Sadness, in essence.  I decided to hit up the interwebs.  Much to my surprise, the return was littered (perhaps a bad choice) with biblical references.  Okay.  I'll play.

A woman has pain in childbirth because her time has come; but when she brings forth her child, she forgets her anguish because of her joy that a child is born into the world.
— John 16:21

From my birthing experiences, I will say that I DO remember the pain; however, the joy I have experienced in being a mother outweighs the negative aspect of that process.  But, I'll let John have that one.  I have been thinking a lot about the pain and how it has yielded such joy.  As time marches on the memories soften, but I'll never forget.  I do feel that I owe to myself to find lessons in the reflection.  

I have been writing a story for years; I'm finally putting pen to paper, so to speak.  I 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.    

Till I Collapse

Till I Collapse

The Italian Stallion

The Italian Stallion