at the end of your comfort zone...

Here I sit at the edge of my proverbial comfort zone...

A few years ago I just always dreamt of writing, never thought it could be a possibility. As the year ticked by I have been taking myself to the edge, I shaved most of my head, my hair is now purple...I am single for the first time in almost a decade, I decided to take charge of my life, my fitness, my destiny. I am taking those chances those risks. One of them is in these words that I present to you, and have for the past 4 days now.

I don't write with an agenda, I write with a heart and passion. I see something, feel something, or something happens to me...and the words come spilling out of my body at an uncontrollable rate. As if my fingers, and brain filled with projectile word vomit. Hopefully these words taste a little better and are a little easier to swallow than vomit. But you never know.

I sit here now and thing of the catalyst for this journey, it began with the dissolution of my relationship, my Totter not being much of a Totter any more, she is in high school now, and thriving. I felt alone, so I sought comfort in myself, which was by far the furthest out of my comfort zone I had ever gone. I struggled with self image, with happiness in general. Thankfully I decided to shave my head - that filled me with some new found sass. It's pretty rad. I had been tinkering with fitness, I play soccer, but in your mid thirties when you are a regular human that really isn't enough. My mid thirties were catching up to me and fast - simply because my ass was too slow to run away. So I started being a fitness lurker - kind of creepy I know but it was what I needed to do. In being a creep I found my fitness home, my FitFam. I belong to a group of AMAZING women. They are all ages, all places, all levels of fitness and I fell right in the middle. I started on my Beachbody journey...I love it by the way but this isn't the place I peddle my fitness wares...you can look me up on team beachbody for that. That however isn't the point. The point is transformation. So if you hate my writing, hate that I am doing this...blame them. It is all their fault. They made me do it. The lessened my load, opened the doors, encouraged me to be my best self. And so here I am. Boring you to death with my silly stories, adventures, thoughts, and all that good stuff.

Again I digress, so back to being at the edge of your comfort zone. I wanted to change. I wanted to be the master of my own destiny, to live my best life and that is why I am here. I know not if something will come of this, but here's hoping. Here's hoping someone reads this, thinks I'm great and wants to give me a shot. I want to write about life, real life, I am not famous, I am not extraordinarily beautiful or brilliant, I am kinda funny, weird things happen to me and I want to find the humor in them and share the human experience. These words that i write come from a very real place. They can all be found in a dictionary, they can all be put on paper, but it is the order in which i just to set them free from me that makes this special and exciting. I don't know where this road will lead, and where it will end, but it is an adventure and I thank you for taking it with me, or tolerating me while I take it. Thank you to the people who tell me that I have something special. Thank you to the people who read this. Thank you to the people who laugh at my stories, who feel something from my exposed sadness. Thank you to the people that support me and who are pushing me off the cliff, I don't know that I can fly but I promise i will die trying.

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