A few months ago I met with a personal trainer which is offered for free at the gym I belong to. She asked during our sit down session why I am not dancing if I enjoy it so much. I didn't really have much of an answer, a lot of it has to do with money.
After three months of re-vamping my workout at the gym, I began to look into dance classes. A lot of them were so expensive and I did not know how I would afford them. Finally, I came across the Zumba classes which are offered for super cheap at the community centers. Last week Thursday I made my way to class at 6am! Leaving at 5:30am was a little tough to do, but the other time slots did not work for me. I definitely did not want to go at night, since I do get up so early, I don't want to tie up my evenings.
I went and discovered a fantastic Zumba instructor who I absolutely enjoyed. I liked her class so much I cut my Saturday hiking trek short, so I could attend the Saturday Zumba class. It was a lot of fun and I found myself being pushed physically in a manner which I need. I love to dance, and to get lost in the movement. I like the challenge of learning something new and enjoying the discovery of my body knowing the movement once I learn it. It was good to push myself and I hope that I can continue to pursue these classes (for $3.00/class! score!) getting up at 4:30 and leaving at 5:30 is tough, but I am doing this for me. I want to be in better shape, I want to have my dancer figure back, I want to be toned and feel good about myself when I look in the mirror.
The nice thing about trying this class and discovering how much I enjoyed it was getting a workout that did not feel like a workout. It felt good to feel like I was dancing again. Maybe, just maybe, I will get back into the aerobic fitness level I desire.
Monday, January 18, 2016
Saturday, January 16, 2016
On Love...Wanting Love...
This weekend I felt sad, lonely and depressed. I want to have someone in my life to share my life. A week ago I had plans with this amazing guy, we have been talking and spending time together for five months now. Last Sunday, we had a really great time together, and he told me he could really see us for the long haul. We talked about kids, a life together, it was this organic and euphoric natural progress. Then I made him uncomfortable on Wednesday, I brought over soup and a sandwich for him and his mom. I left it on the door step and left for a meeting I had in their area. He called not too happy with me, but we talked it though, he said he liked me, and we ended on a good note. He said he would text me.
There has been nothing.
It makes me sad. It is not unusual for him to disappear like this, but I enjoy talking to him and I know he enjoys me and our conversation.
Once all my activities ended on Saturday, there was this emptiness. I felt sad, alone, depressed. I can be as busy as I want with anything I want, but that doesn't change that empty space in my heart. The place where I desire to have someone in my life. Someone who wants to spend their life with me, make a life with me, make decisions with me.
All I can do is pray for this man, hope he can overcome his obstacles and ask God to guide me each and every day, while He fills my heart with hope, love, joy and peace.
Until that day when I officially have a special man in my life as my boyfriend with the hope for a future together...I continue to wait.
which sucks.
There has been nothing.
It makes me sad. It is not unusual for him to disappear like this, but I enjoy talking to him and I know he enjoys me and our conversation.
Once all my activities ended on Saturday, there was this emptiness. I felt sad, alone, depressed. I can be as busy as I want with anything I want, but that doesn't change that empty space in my heart. The place where I desire to have someone in my life. Someone who wants to spend their life with me, make a life with me, make decisions with me.
All I can do is pray for this man, hope he can overcome his obstacles and ask God to guide me each and every day, while He fills my heart with hope, love, joy and peace.
Until that day when I officially have a special man in my life as my boyfriend with the hope for a future together...I continue to wait.
which sucks.
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Cooking with JuJu
I have been blessed with the most amazing gift of this incredible woman named, Julia. She has been gracious to allow me to be her roommate.
Along with this gift, there is always coffee, and good coffee.
Occasionally, when she is not running in twelve different directions with her son, she cooks. She makes incredible meals, usually just off the top of her head.
This past weekend she blessed the household with an amazing veggie lasagna.
This could have been a more 'attractive' photo, however, I couldn't resist eating the first piece which messed up the plate. This piece is my second piece and was just as delicious as the first.
The blessings of God are abundant!
Along with this gift, there is always coffee, and good coffee.
Occasionally, when she is not running in twelve different directions with her son, she cooks. She makes incredible meals, usually just off the top of her head.
This past weekend she blessed the household with an amazing veggie lasagna.
This could have been a more 'attractive' photo, however, I couldn't resist eating the first piece which messed up the plate. This piece is my second piece and was just as delicious as the first.
The blessings of God are abundant!
Sunday, January 3, 2016
On Writing...On Life...On Love...
This is my new blog, a new year, new endeavors and hopefully some break through life changing (in a positive way) opportunities.
Today I was praying about whether or not I am meant to stay in Nashville. I could continue to write part time for the regional horse magazine, and bust my butt at getting into more well known and national publications. I have a regular full time job which pays my bills...as best as it can. I'm not immune to the debt we all face in life. Yesterday, I returned from my first vacation in over three and a half years. The past two years have been as close to hell as I have personally ever faced.
Today, as I drank the coffee my roommate kindly made, I was reminded this is all I will have for breakfast for a while. No more of the endless options of food to eat in the comfort of the Wisconsin family home. I was reminded I am here to face my mounding debt that I don't even know how I will get paid off. My truck came to a couple of jolting halts on me, flashing low oil and a red check engine sign. No job in Wisconsin, but family, support and low paying work.
What do I do?
Then out of no where, my friend Theresa sent me a text that was God speaking loud and clear. With no conversation leading to this statement, Theresa said to me, "Bloom Where You Are Planted :)"
This lead to me crying while I drove down the Interstate to go and feed my chickens. Once on the other side of town, I drove by a church which had an uplifting statement on its sign by the street, it said something along the lines of God and His perfect timing.
I'm sure there is also a part of me who has the strain of lingering on the idea I may have offended a friend last night. This is a person I deeply respect and admire. I apologized, but he has not texted me back. I know I need to turn this all over to God and just let it go. If what I said did offend him, then I did what I could to make it right. If he just fell asleep and doesn't feel like talking, then I am over thinking it anyway.
To push towards my goals of being a published writer/author, I am starting a new blog. This year I am going to have my work be more focused last year. Last year I made an attempt to write a page a day in life. Life kept going up and down, in and out and keeping up with a daily writing project became more than I thought it would be. This year I am hoping to do a post a week, that should be more manageable. I plan on writing about my hopes, dreams, goals, things that happen in my life and the desire of having love in my life in all capacities. Considering I do a lot of writing on horses, there will probably be a few posts about them as well. Maybe even on my dog and chickens, as they too are a part of my life.
2015 brought trials, tribulations, struggle and a slow, painfully slow, step towards an improvement in my life.
Maybe, just maybe 2016, will be the year when those baby steps turn into bigger steps and takes me into a even better place than I could ever imagine. After all, I want what anyone else wants, to be happy, to be loved, to have a home that I share with the man who will be my husband.
God be willing.
Today I was praying about whether or not I am meant to stay in Nashville. I could continue to write part time for the regional horse magazine, and bust my butt at getting into more well known and national publications. I have a regular full time job which pays my bills...as best as it can. I'm not immune to the debt we all face in life. Yesterday, I returned from my first vacation in over three and a half years. The past two years have been as close to hell as I have personally ever faced.
Today, as I drank the coffee my roommate kindly made, I was reminded this is all I will have for breakfast for a while. No more of the endless options of food to eat in the comfort of the Wisconsin family home. I was reminded I am here to face my mounding debt that I don't even know how I will get paid off. My truck came to a couple of jolting halts on me, flashing low oil and a red check engine sign. No job in Wisconsin, but family, support and low paying work.
What do I do?
Then out of no where, my friend Theresa sent me a text that was God speaking loud and clear. With no conversation leading to this statement, Theresa said to me, "Bloom Where You Are Planted :)"
This lead to me crying while I drove down the Interstate to go and feed my chickens. Once on the other side of town, I drove by a church which had an uplifting statement on its sign by the street, it said something along the lines of God and His perfect timing.
I'm sure there is also a part of me who has the strain of lingering on the idea I may have offended a friend last night. This is a person I deeply respect and admire. I apologized, but he has not texted me back. I know I need to turn this all over to God and just let it go. If what I said did offend him, then I did what I could to make it right. If he just fell asleep and doesn't feel like talking, then I am over thinking it anyway.
To push towards my goals of being a published writer/author, I am starting a new blog. This year I am going to have my work be more focused last year. Last year I made an attempt to write a page a day in life. Life kept going up and down, in and out and keeping up with a daily writing project became more than I thought it would be. This year I am hoping to do a post a week, that should be more manageable. I plan on writing about my hopes, dreams, goals, things that happen in my life and the desire of having love in my life in all capacities. Considering I do a lot of writing on horses, there will probably be a few posts about them as well. Maybe even on my dog and chickens, as they too are a part of my life.
2015 brought trials, tribulations, struggle and a slow, painfully slow, step towards an improvement in my life.
Maybe, just maybe 2016, will be the year when those baby steps turn into bigger steps and takes me into a even better place than I could ever imagine. After all, I want what anyone else wants, to be happy, to be loved, to have a home that I share with the man who will be my husband.
God be willing.
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