I am sitting here enjoying a peaceful night to myself.  We have about 10 days left until the minis head back to school and all that structure and consistency can return.  The time to think and write and breath will return and for the next nine months I will be given the gift of public education for my minis.

There is too much positive in this post to start anywhere but the end.  The village that surrounds me today is full of life and love and people that genuinely are looking out for my best interests.  This village listens to me, they make me laugh harder than I knew possible and the moment I start to fall, they somehow pick me up before I ever hit the ground.  For a large part of my life I didn't know what it felt like to have a village, I felt abandoned by the idea of one and I searched in all the wrong places trying to create one.

We all have bad days, and maybe today I am having one.  Maybe today, this is the best I can do.  Maybe today everything in life is hard, and just showing up was all I could muster.  Maybe sweatpants and a hat make me feel like I can hide away in a cloud of comfort.  Maybe all of this has to do with me and only me.  Maybe this has nothing to do with you…maybe.

When I was growing up, I was a very athletic kid.  Basketball was by far my favorite sport.  I lived and breathed basketball.  My lunchtime recesses where spent playing KnockOut, my evenings were spent shooting baskets in the driveway, sometimes until way past 10pm when I am surprised none of the neighbors yelled at me.

I loved summer as a kid, the last day of school lingered on the calendar for months.  The final day was celebrated with friends and we began the months of long days, endless watermelon and just a lot of nothing.  Some summers we worked just enough to have money to spend, other summers were filled with sleepover camps and adventures with our friends. 

Regularly I get asked, “how's it going?” or “how are things?” or some other version of the same question.  I usually answer with a “good,” or “great” or sometimes I throw in a “so-so.”  But lately this question is not feeling like an easy one to answer.  I struggle with the right way to say, “HOLY FUCK HOW DID LIFE GET SO HARD.”

I would like to think that I am always right.  I would like to think that my way of doing things is the right way and that there is only one right way.  But that just is not the reality.  And in all honesty I would enjoy winning arguments but I am really glad I don’t have all the answers.  Because here is the way I see it, every person is different and those difference make everything more interesting.

Lets talk about cellulite.  I have wanted to touch on this subject for a little while but didn’t know where to begin.  I still don’t know where to begin.  So I decided to start with my own issues with cellulite.  I hate cellulite.  There I said it, after all my preaching about loving your body the way it is and setting a good example to the up and coming generations, I hate my cellulite

So often we try complicate our nutrition and fitness goals.  We take a little bit of success and transfer that over to more of everything.  Well, here is a breath of fresh air, keep it simple.  When things are going good, just keep doing what you’re doing.

Failure floats around like a bad word.  We put so much negativity into the word, failing a test, feeling like a failure, a failing relationship.  But does failure really deserve the bad rap it seems to get?  First of all, a lot of stories that ended in failure usually make for a good laugh afterwards.  But more importantly, most of our biggest lessons come from our failures, not our successes.