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Fashion / 09.02.2016

My tan lines from the 4 grueling hours of finishing the Spartan (Super) Race are absolutely ridiculous! As you can see from these snaps of my bare shoulders, these sun deposited lines just won't budge! More about my experience as a Spartan in a post soon to come. I've been wearing a lot of red lately. No gentleman or valentine this season but ironically, very much feeling the love. I've always been blessed with phenomenal family and friends who fortunately, see that I never experience life without it. But the type of love I'm referencing feels different.  It isn't expressed in the same capacity I'm used to, it is found in things that are both great and small, it isn't reserved for a particular person or thing: this love has a different depth and a greater intensity. It's freakin bold!
Fashion / 02.02.2016

TM (38)Life is good. The goals I've set out for January, I've achieved and then some. The highlights: I've enrolled in my first class of grad school, completed the Spartan Super Race, I started a book club, increased my hours as an ABA therapist and I've ditched makeup....mkay, just powders/foundation but my skin is undoubtedly grateful for it.  I'm doing ok. Most days, optimistic for the months to come but... <--- the three letter word that carries the sole function of eradicating all of the lovely reflections preceding.
Fashion / 28.01.2016

As my dad was flipping through the television yesterday to catch some mid- day news, we caught a fraction of a family comedy called "The Middle". The scene we saw was intended to be somewhat of a satirical one, it was hilarious, but we left with an ardent message. There was a girl in crutches, who we assumed to be trying out for a track team. She takes the track, hopping on one foot but as soon as she mumbles "I can do this. Things are starting to look up for me" it begins to rain. She advances towards the finish line but then a tractor splashes mud on her, one of her crutches break (forcing her to toss them) and then she trips, landing on her face. This poor girl is now prostrate, inching to what she thinks is the finish line for her to look up and see that she still has ways to go. She was tenacious; letting nothing stand in her way and her efforts we rewarded! She crossed the finish line and and made the team. If she can do it, why can't you?
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