My first ever fitness tracker. Good way to get a peak at what I’m doing or not. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Love also that my planner has motivation all over! This is just one pretty gem. So true!



Birthday part two

I’m behind a little. Work keeps me busy!

So my actual birthday I was working. Boo. Plus my mom had court that day and my boss was in a bad mood, so I had no idea how it was going to go. Overall, I made it through the day and we went out to Detroit Burger Bar for dinner.

It also was Sadie girls 2nd birthday!

Over all I was thankful for my family making a rather hectic and emotional (the court stuff) day a special one for me. ๐Ÿ˜Š

Now on to trying to kick this butts year and enjoy as much as I can!

Part One

I’m a big fan of birthdays.

And so that’s always the first big thing for me after the new year. My birthday. It’s not till Tuesday, and I’m working, so today was my day out to do some shopping and eat at my favorite place.

My loot.

Then we headed to my favorite place ever, Grape Leaves.

This is the only time we eat there. It’s just too expensive but totally worth it to do once a year! This is the best meal ever!

And now I’m just going to enjoy being in a warm house in warm pajamas and sleep in and get organized and have a good self care Sunday before another work week starts!

It’s things like this that remind me I’m ok. That things aren’t as bad as they seem. Even if I get sad about stuff, it’s not all bad. ๐Ÿ™‚


I’m back!

Blogging is definitely one of my goals this year.

The last few months have been interesting and tough and interesting… so, I’m just going to improve on what I already was doing. 4 different goals every month. But more than that, my focus this year is on finding something every day to celebrate or enjoy.

We often get busy with work and kids and responsibilities and we lose the things we enjoy. I know I did. It was like my work took over my life and it sucked the joy right out of me.

Thing is, I need to work. I also need other things to look forward to to keep me sane. So that’s my focus.

Today I made chili and cornbread. I did a few other things I enjoyed. It was a successful day. And here I am making a blog post! So yes, it was a good one. I accomplished what I set out to do. And I had fun along the way. I even started a gratitude journal.

I’ve missed blogging though. I need a place to just let it all out.

Happy new year!


We have reached my favorite time of year! We have also reached madness city. School. Work. Goals. Earlier mornings lol.

But I’m ready. I think.

August was a good month. I pretty much give myself a B on all my goals. That’s the best I’ve done yet. I gotta keep up the momentum.

As for September goals, here they are.

Yoga burn is pretty challenging. But that’s the point right?

I’m doing weight watchers now so basically just following the system.

I’m hoping for either or both a sister trip to the aquarium! And a family trip up to the UP. I’ve never been up in the UP of Michigan. So here’s to hoping. That trip would be more $$$$. We shall see.

And just over all be active!

That’s it! I’m focusing on my own goals. My own strengths. My own issues. Sometimes I get caught up in others journeys and how much they have and have done and I let that get me down. But we all have our own journey. Mine isn’t any better or worse. I just gotta focus on it and not let little jealousy get me off track!

Happy September!



This picture holds a lot of meaning to me. 

I’ve always struggled with communication. People who know me know this. I don’t talk much. I can barely make eye contact with people as I attempt to talk. 

My form of communication most often comes through pictures. And music. The lyrics in many songs I love just fit so perfectly at the time with how I feel. 

But like this lone tree out there, sometimes your method of communication is just reaching air … its empty. You’re alone. Surrounded by beauty and darkness. Alone. Fighting. Alone. Empty. 


Hey heyย 

So it feels like a while since I’ve blogged. I guess it’s only been 5 days lol. Anyway, here’s a quick check in on my life. 

Work is going well. Boss asked if I wanted to stay on and learn other things. I said yes. I have no clue what I am doing, but I guess I will figure it out. 

I’ve actually been gaining weight and I finally got to the point where I was like, this just isn’t working. S yesterday I joined weight watchers. It’s a financial commitment and I’ve had success before. It’s a learning curve tho. Today was going so well until tonight lol. 

Fitness wise I’m doing fine in my own eyes. 

I just wish I could get out more and do fun stuff. Alas, I’m surrounded by people who like tv better than anything else. Ugh. 

I’m not sure how I’m feeling either. Earlier I was filled with optimistic hope. Now? I feel emotionally burdened and like I don’t matter at all. I’ve been working on this and I know what this feeling is an means and I need to work my way back out. It’s hard. But I’m learning. 

I’m thankful for that at least. 

Monday blues

Feeling rather defeated. 

I spent most of my morning angry. I only did half my workout. I was angry at work. Big no no. You are more likely to make mistakes. Yet at the same time I buckled down and did it. Meh. 

But I’ve got the Monday blues. 

Everything feels crazy. I feel ignored. I feel defeated. I feel sad. I feel angry. I feel hurt. I feel like why bother? 

Anywho at least I have some chocolate to finish my lunch “break” with. Even 30 minutes at work for a lunch break I feel like I shouldn’t be taking. Like I’m on my phone now and what not but it’s like I shouldn’t be. I should just work work work. 


Anyway. Here’s some motivation that made me smile! 

Loving the little

She’s an illusion. A ghost of what was stolen. It’s as if I’m seeing ghost of a little girl who has been killed. 

Some days she’s dancing in a pink tutu. Her pony tail flinging around. Sounds of her laughter and giggling are a welcome sound. This little angel who was full of life. 

And then I see reality hit so hard. This little girl in a bloody heap on the floor. Bruises. Tears. Fear. Pink tutu gone. Giggling gone. Instead there are screams. 

She emerges as a broken piece of glass. She has no smile. She has black and blue all over her. She’s angry. She’s crying. Then she’s yelling. She doesn’t want anyone around her. 

She had this beautiful chance to be loved. And that love took everything from her. 

She knows that … she knows what can happen. 

She doesn’t understand. Why was I so ugly? Why was I so unworthy? Why was I so dirty? Why did you kill my spirit? What did I do? Why? 

And as the questions go unanswered she screams out.

How to love the little inside. 

I don’t know.