It’s funny how one bad experience can make you stop doing something.

Very droopy.

I never ran alone until last week.

So this happened 🙂

There’s always something to celebrate.

There will always be people trying to tear you down as if you were the worst loser ever. But hey, don’t be mad at them.

I learned to read and write more easily than I speak because I was afraid to talk—I sucked at it, so I would never put myself in a situation where I had to talk.

In no specific order:

If someone had told me 3 years ago that at 30 I’d be engaged, a mom, a self-published author, and writing on my own blog, I’d say “Bullshit!”. At that time, I had a different plan in my mind, still trying to figure out which career I could have.

I’m back to running again! 😀