I wish I could say it is a beautiful, graceful, elegant dance. With me, executing each step precisely and correctly. Hitting the mark with each turn, each twirl, each jump. A show everyone would want to watch. Maybe even a few would brave the dance themselves. But the truth is moving forward looks a lot … More The art of moving forward
I don’t love motherhood. Not every day. Not every hour. Not every minute. It takes so much out of me. Demands all of me. It is exhausting. It is overwhelming. It is all consuming. I don’t love the endless laundry and cleaning. But I do love teaching my sons how to be responsible and contribute … More I don’t love motherhood
I downloaded the album of O.A.R’s Live on Red Rock’s and after one of the songs, the lead singer, Marc Roberge, says a few words of appreciation. “I am going try to put words together here, but the most basic and the most simple thing I could possibly say is thank you, thank you, thank … More When I say thank you
I have always been scared. Scared of the unknown. Getting hurt. Living alone. Being left. Not having enough money. Not being liked or pretty enough or smart enough or sexy enough. Making mistakes. Enduring physical assault. Feeling pain. I lived a very long time allowing my fears to live for me. When my marriage was … More Today, these are my fears
We live in a society where it is only acceptable to show happiness, joy, thankfulness, and gratefulness. We are constantly showing our best pictures and happiest moments to each other. We are awarded positive comments and feedback when we are #blessed and #thankful. We are uncomfortable with sorrow, pain, struggle, grief, hurt, loneliness, darkness, anger, … More When gratefulness isn’t good
My loveliest Katie, I read somewhere that I should write a love letter to myself. This letter contains all the words and expressions of love that my heart desperately longs to hear from a man, a boyfriend, a partner, a husband, or whoever. Words that I have never received. Sounds silly. I brushed it off, … More A love letter
Well dang. That happened quickly. 35. Yesterday, I was 32 and facing a divorce. Last week, I was 28 preparing for the birth of my first son. Last month, I was 25 planning my wedding. Last year, I was 21 living my best college life. I remember facing my 30th birthday with horror. I didn’t … More Here I am at 35
I have been getting a few questions about what do I do for Katie. What is my self-care? What am I going to do for Katie today? What is the next adventure for Katie? When I am down or struggling with letting my boys go off and live their life without me, I am reminded … More This is my self-care
I do a lot of bold things. Blogging. Sharing. Voicing. It is kinda easy for me. Okay, not at first. But overall, I don’t pause so much in blasting my fears, tears, and stumbles on the Internet. My divorce has pushed me out of my comfort zone and blogging has thrown me into a world … More Seeing myself in a different light
This vacation was a year in the making. Some sun. Some sand. Some wedding festivities. A perfect reason to jet down south and take in a Mexican holiday. Winter was rough. ROUGH. I found myself slugging through depression again. I was mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted. I welcomed this vacation with open arms. The day … More Thank you Mexico for reminding me
