The Measure Of A Friendship

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I have intended to post these thoughts for several years, 4 to be exact! I originally started drafting this post in April of 2014. Along the way I got busy, and other things became more important in life, and maybe the thoughts just weren’t completely speaking to me. But today, today they are.

The past eight years I have been through many life changing events. Events that you know are going to change your life in many ways, but ultimately affect you in ways you would not have imagined. These events and life changes have caused me to think a lot about one of the major things that was affected by each. Friendships.

8 years ago I got divorced after a rough marriage of 10 years. I became single again, began dating again, got remarried, and had another child. All good and exciting changes! But each of them in their own way brought on changes to friendships. Some good changes, and some changes that truly make me sad. In the end though, life changes help you to see who your true friends are, and show the colors of those that you thought were friends. For better or worse, this changes your life in some drastic ways.

Often times the reality of what truly goes on in one’s personal life is much different than what they lead others to believe. I’m sure we have all seen this to some degree through social media and the people that you really know. Sometimes it’s intentional, and sometimes it’s not. Sometimes people just want to pretend that everything is great, even if it isn’t.

Years before the divorce, in my first marriage, I was forced to deal with a very personal situation that was terrifying, heartbreaking, and life changing, in a very public manner, not by choice. The third party involved took that choice completely out of my hands, sharing her side of the very personal story, which was padded with much untruth. She tried to destroy my life, and my husbands life, all out of vengeance. Those who knew me, even those who knew me pretty well, had no idea the turmoil that had been occurring in my marriage and my life. First hand proof that you just really don’t know what someone is dealing with in the privacy of their home, or their relationship. It was devastating to me, and caused a lot of pain and anguish. Even though the events that had occurred were not my doing, and were shared by someone outside of my marriage, in order to specifically hurt me, it changed the way friends, coworkers, and fellow church congregation members looked at me. I was hurt, deeply, by someone that I had called “friend”.

I know we’ve all been there, we’ve all had those people that you considered a friend, and somehow, some way, they hurt you in ways that you couldn’t forgive them for. As much as I try to be forgiving, this was one of those life changing moments. From that moment on the way I looked at “friends” became completely different.

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Going into the divorce I clearly knew that many friendships would change, and that some would be lost. Obviously friends that were “our” friends through my ex would likely no longer be “my” friends. That was expected. And I knew that other friendships that were “our” friends because of a mutually obtained couple friendship would change because they would feel torn between the two of us, and each side of the story. Or they would feel uncomfortable being around both of us, or as it were for me, I would be uncomfortable being around people who were friends with my ex.

What I wasn’t prepared for was the existing friendships, “my” friends, that would change. Most of these friends were married. And I wasn’t. I was single. I think sometimes they think you will feel like a third wheel doing things with married couples, which is opposite of how I felt. And aside from that, a lot of these women just completely disappeared. Women that I had hung out with just as women, not as couples. I’m sure there are a myriad of  reasons existing friendships changed, kids getting older and lives getting busier, and social groups changing. At that time it didn’t matter to me if the group consisted of single people, married people, or just girls. After going through a difficult divorce it was nice just to have a support group of friends, and people to be social with. It was nice to be out, or just have relaxed social gatherings with friends. It was nice to just be busy, especially on the nights that my kids were with their dad. I was used to being with my kids all of the time, and that was a major adjustment for me. Being busy and spending time with friends was a good way to keep my mind off of missing my kids, and help me get through the major changes that had occurred in my life. It was very saddening when these friendships disappeared at a time when I needed them them most.

I also was not prepared for the group of people who clearly were not true friends. No matter what phase of life we are in, we all make mistakes at times, we all make at least some bad choices in life. None of us are perfect. We all go through difficult times at one point or another. And sometimes when you have been in a situation that was not good for you for so long that you have lost yourself, lost your way, you do things and make choices that you wouldn’t normally make. And hopefully you learn from those choices. Those that are your true friends try to understand, listen, stand by you, encourage you, and help you get through the rough times. They help you to see the path you are headed down, and encourage you towards a better path. And those that aren’t your true friends, well, they aren’t there for you, they don’t try to understand, they judge you, and they don’t help you get through the rough times. Sometimes those “friends” talk about your choices behind your back instead of discussing it directly with you. Sometimes they just choose to no longer be in contact with you. Whatever the case, these changes can also have a dramatic impact on your life.

New Acquaintances
Through the course of all of the life changes, you are bound to meet new people and develop new social groups. Sometimes these new acquaintances develop into true friendships, and sometimes they turn out to be just like the old “friends” you had. Sometimes they fill a void during a time when it is needed most, and sometimes they turn out to be distractions keeping you from the path and life that you know you need to live. But nevertheless, there are a host of new people in your life at any given time, especially during times of transition and change. I quickly came to realize of my new “friends” or renewed friendships, which ones were healthy and which ones were not. More life changes.

Lessons Learned
Many years ago when I was in my late twenties I learned that life was too short to have to work really hard to maintain friendships. Any relationship takes work, but if you are the one putting out all of the effort and there is constant strife, or no return effort to maintain the relationship, then maybe the relationship isn’t working for you. I learned back then that friends come and go, and I truly believe that they all serve a specific purpose in your life for the time they are part of it. Maybe it’s to learn something that you will further grow from, maybe it’s the support you needed during a rough time, maybe it’s experiences that you gain. Whatever the situation, every person is or has been in your life for a reason. Sometimes it is difficult to cut ties with friends, and sometimes when it happens, it can be very hurtful.

What I have also learned over time is that there are those people who are your true friends. Or as some people refer to, their “tribe”. People that have been there during the good times and the bad. People that know you as well as you know yourself. Friends that it doesn’t matter how long it has been since you have spoken, when you pick up the phone it’s just like you talked yesterday. Friends that will listen through tears and sobbing so hard that they can hardly understand you. Friends that will cheer for you. Friends that you will do the same for. I am fortunate to have a few of these friends in my tribe.

So what do you use to measure a friendship? How many people are in your tribe? I can tell you that I older I get, the smaller my tribe is. Some of my dearest friends are people that I don’t get to speak to or see very often, that live hours away. Friends that I dearly miss spending time with. Why do I maintain these friendships, and why do I value them so much? These ladies, no matter how far apart we are, no matter what happens in our lives, I know, and they know, that we will ALWAYS be there to listen. We will ALWAYS make the time for one another. We will ALWAYS be supportive. One of my dearest friends has been in my life for roughly 36 years now! We grew up together, were best friends all through school, started college together, lived together, and have seen each other through more stuff than I can even recount! Although we live in the same town and our lives have become extremely busy and we don’t see each other all that often, I still consider her one of my dearest friends.

And then there’s this one. We met in our 20’s through our husbands who worked together at the time. We immediately hit if off, and have seen each other through marriages, divorces, children, moves, job changes, and everything in between! We live three hours apart and rarely see each other, but we keep in contact and are always there to listen. Recently I told her about my upcoming mammogram rescan to take a look at something they had found on the original scan that they didn’t like the looks of. That the thought of the doctors finding something serious scared the HELL out of me. That I was trying to not think about it, and trying to think that it would turn out to be nothing. Surely it’s nothing to worry about. And they can’t get me in for three weeks! And then the thought occurred to me, who would I even ask to be there for me? The one true friend that lives in town has taken on a major project in her life, and wouldn’t be able to be there, although she is helping get my son to preschool that morning. But truly, there is not a single other friend locally that I feel close enough to that I would ask to be there. And then she says to me “I will completely take a day off work to go with you, and to have a glass of wine together to celebrate this new era in our lives – having to worry about mammograms!!” Seriously it was just what I needed to hear, she made me laugh, and I truly needed that. This new era in lives. I never thought about it like that before, but she was totally right! I told her that I would never want her to take a vacation day just for that, that most likely it was nothing. And then, like real friends do, she said “I really will come in. There are some things that moms and husbands just can’t be there for… It’s not about the nothing – it’s about hanging out together. I understand if you want to go alone – I’m fiercely independent too, but think about it and let me know. I know you got this girl, but you don’t have to do it alone. Nothing or not.” (Insert waterfall of happy tears.) At a time when I felt scared and alone, she knew exactly what I needed to hear. And she offered to be there for me at a time when I really needed it. And drive three hours each way to do so. The truth is, I am scared to death that they will find something. And the truth is, that in this moment, she proved to me that she is a TRUE friend. These are the type of people you want in your tribe. My tribe isn’t the number of “friends” or followers I have on facebook, instagram, twitter, whatever. My tribe are those people that really will be there for me in a time of need, or in a time of celebration. Those people that get you, that love you unconditionally. Some days I wish my tribe were bigger. But, I would rather have a small tribe of people that would do anything for me, and that I would do anything for, than a large tribe of people that wouldn’t be there in a time of need.

Sometimes you can pinpoint exactly what happened to cause a friendship to fade, but sometimes you really have no idea at all. Whatever the case may be, you learn that certain people aren’t really friends. That can be hurtful, although often it is a good thing even though it is difficult to see and understand at the time.

Over the years I have learned that every friendship is different in its own way. They all have a different place in our lives. I have learned that the measure of a friendship isn’t just who is in your life today, but who has been in your life through many seasons. While I value every friendship that I have developed over the years, I can still say, without a doubt, that these few ladies are my tribe. I measure these friendships by the years of support, the amount of tears, the number of laughs, the ups and downs we have been through together. And many years later I am truly blessed to still have them as part of my life. I have learned to not take friendships for granted, and to cherish each one of them for I know that they each hold a special place in my life although I may not know what that is at the time. But this particular friendship holds a very special place in my heart. Thank you Sara for always being there, no matter what the situation, no matter what time of day. Thank you for not judging me. Thank you for listening. Thank you for just being you. A true friend is one of the greatest gifts we are given.

How do you measure your friendships? Who is in your tribe?

Life. It’s Just One Big Project. #projectlife

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The other morning I was scrolling through Facebook and happened upon a post from an acquaintance of mine. It was a post about a house she had renovated and flipped, and she was getting ready to start her next project. She refers to herself as #projectgirl. While I have seen similar posts from her about the projects she has undertaken, that particular morning it moved me in a different way than it had before.

Why, when I had seen her posts hundreds of times, did it affect me differently that particular day? Maybe because I had just received a call that morning from the Breast Care Clinic where I had recently had a mammogram, and the nurse conveyed to me that the radiologist had found something on the imaging that they wanted to take another closer look at. The next several hours thoughts were reeling in my head. Part of me told myself that surely it’s nothing to be concerned about, but part of me really wanted to just sit down and cry. I pulled myself together, and let my husband know what the nurse had conveyed, and went about my morning trying to not think about what could be. I tried to focus on the positive events from the day before, in which I had listed a home, and in a short four hours had a full price offer, and very happy clients! But maybe the events of that morning had nothing more to do with it than coincidence. At any rate, that day I looked at the post in a very different light.

When I sat down and scrolled through Facebook for a short break that morning, and ran across the #projectgirl post, it just hit me. This thing we call life, it’s really just one big project. We all are a project in the making from the day we are brought into this life. I had never looked at life in this manner before, but it completely made sense! Somehow that struck a positive note with me and helped me carry on with my day with a more positive outlook. I forced myself to get my workout in, then spent some time playing with my 5-year-old. Finally I had a few moments of peace and quiet when I hopped in the shower, and I began to think about #projectgirl again. Because you know, as a Mom, the only time we really get to have a few moments of peace and quiet and think, is when we are in the shower! (Of course until your child comes busting in the door declaring some “emergency”!)  As I stood there letting the warm water soothe my sore muscles and my broken spirit from the earlier phone call, I thought #projectlife. There it was, plain as day.

I started out this life as a project my parents undertook. They raised me, cared for me, loved me, taught me everything they knew as their project. They groomed me to become my own person, to do great things in this life. They provided guidance and discipline as the project grew greater and more difficult. As I became older, I started to take on part of the project on my own. I struggled, I learned, and crashed and burned more times than I care to admit. Then I became an adult and got married. More projects. Bigger projects, more serious projects. And some of those projects failed miserably, like my first marriage. It crashed and burned going down in flames. Along the way three other projects were created in my life, three beautiful, amazing children. Then I was the project manager just as my parents had been so many years ago. These are the three greatest projects of my life. And yet again I have struggled, I have learned, and I have crashed and burned more times than I care to admit. I’m still struggling through this project wondering if I’m taking the right approach, providing enough guidance, teaching enough. But I will never know, until the time has passed and it’s too late.

But isn’t that what projects are all about?! You take on a project and you never really know what the outcome will be! You buy a house to renovate, you never truly know what you’re getting in to until you are in the middle of it. It may be easy, but you may uncover a huge foundation issue that you never thought you would have to deal with.

Today, I’m 42-years-old. I have had a solid foundation most of life, but have no idea where this project will ultimately take me. It has had easy times, and it has had really tough times. The project plan has changed along the way. The path has taken turns. There have been times when I have wanted to take a sledge hammer to the project. But somehow I have always come through, I have always managed to move forward, and to learn from whatever stood in the way. The past few years I began to take better care of myself, listen more to my needs and my body, eat healthier, make time to work out. As I now think about my life being a project, I think about how much more I have to do. How much more I want to accomplish. I am not satisfied with the project and where it is now. I need more time. More time to learn, more time to try, more time to change, more time to make a difference in others lives, more time to love. We never know when we will be called to turn in our project. We never know if we will be able to finish what we started. All we can do is as we teach our kids, give it your best effort.

Today I ask myself, and I ask you, what is the next item on your task list? What will you accomplish next for your #projectlife?

Parenting. It doesn’t get easier. It just changes.

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Last weekend as I was lying in a hotel bed next to my 13-year old daughter, watching her sleep, my thoughts drifted back to a time not so long ago when she was little. I have always loved watching my children sleep. Every night when I would go in to check on them before heading off to bed, I couldn’t help but pause for a moment and stare at their angelic, innocent faces. When we first become parents, and our children are young, we think we will never make it through those tough times. Parenting is hard. Figuring out HOW to parent is hard. Sleepless nights, feeling tired all the time. Going through developmental stages that test every ounce of your sanity and being. Figuring out when to shelter your children, when to be open and honest with them. Keeping them safe and out of harms way. And then I jumped back to reality and the events of the past week. Events that tested me, my children, and someone they love dearly. Events that forced me to have one of the most difficult conversations I have had to have with my two oldest children to date, aside from telling them that their Dad and I were getting divorced. Events that tested me, and sent me through an array of emotions in a short period of time. Fear. Concern. Scared. Anger. Sadness. Disappointment. Heartache. And then did the same for my two oldest children. It brought back memories of another time in my life when I went through the same range of emotions, but for different reasons. A time when my now 13-year old daughter had just been born. One of the craziest, scariest, saddest moments of my life. All when I was trying to care for a 2 1/2-year old and an infant. I have been tested in many big ways over the course of her 13-year life. But I look at her, her strength, her passion, her drive. And you would never know it. Somehow I have managed to raise an unbelievable daughter. A caring, loving, giving, selfless, passionate, driven young woman. Every day this girl amazes me and makes me desire to strive to be better for her and the rest of my family. And yet she doesn’t even know it. I have managed to raise three amazing children. None of them have any idea the impact they have had on my life. I would lay down my life for any one of them at any moment, without hesitation. They are all amazing little humans.

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But this moment that directly affected my DAUGHTER, that could have had a much different and fatal ending for HER, made me realize that parenting doesn’t get easier. It just changes. One of our main jobs as a parent is to keep our children safe and out of harms way. This moment made me realize that it is actually harder to do this the older they get. The things we have to keep them safe from as they grow are bigger, scarier, and much more out of our control.

At this stage of life I have a 16-year old that is in high school and surrounded by people and things that I have no control over, driving on his own, having his first serious girlfriend, beginning to make huge decisions that will directly impact the direction his adult life takes. This is all new for me and I am struggling to feel like I am being the best parent that I can be. And make the best choices that I can, with him.

My first born. No longer a baby. Growing up and making his own way. Proving that no matter how much as parents we worry, they are capable of so much more than we give them credit for.
My first born. No longer a baby. Growing up and making his own way. Proving that no matter how much as parents we worry, they are capable of so much more than we give them credit for.

I have a 13-year old that is maturing, changing, becoming very social, and trying to discover who she is all while dealing with outside influences of friends who are allowed to do things she isn’t, and social media that only exacerbates those things. But I continue to stand firm on the things that we think are important, regardless of what other parents choose for their children.

This will forever be one of my favorite photos of my daughter. Giving it her all. Showing her passion and determination. Leaving it all on the court.
This will forever be one of my favorite photos of my daughter. Giving it her all. Showing her passion and determination. Leaving it all on the court.

And then I have a 5-year old who is hurricane of mess making, defiance, love, sweetness, and silliness all rolled into one little package. It is only beginning with him, and I fear the direction the world will take as he approaches the stages my older two are in.

My 5-year old exploring and learning his way through this world. Trying to figure things out on his own terms.
My 5-year old exploring and learning his way through this world. Trying to figure things out on his own terms.

Would I change any of it? No. But figuring out how to parent in these drastically changing times is hard. We as parents are dealing with issues with our children that we never have had to deal with in our past. We are muddling through it mentally and emotionally ourselves, all while trying to figure out how to deal with it as a parent. Technology. Drugs. Bullying. Politics as they have never been. Mass shootings. How are we to parent through these things if we as adults haven’t even figured out how to handle them? And then something far too close to home hits and directly affects your children. Trying to talk to your children about poor decisions that someone very close to them made, that caused a domino of other consequences that impacted them, and could have been fatal. Trying to find the words to comfort your children and at the same time use it as a very teachable moment. To help them to see that even adults make very poor decisions at times, but that our decisions can have some major consequences on our life, the lives of those we care about, and our future. Trying to help them deal with the uncertainty, pain, sadness, and all of the other emotions that surround the event.

Folks, sometimes parenting sucks. Trying to figure it all out isn’t easy. But we have one chance in this life to shape the minds and future of our children. My husband always says “To do too much for our children is to do too little.” He is absolutely, 100% correct. And I know that I am guilty of this. The problem is trying to figure out what is too much. What is too little. And WHAT to do. There is no playbook, especially in these changing times. It’s all guessing, and trial and error. We all want to raise amazing little humans that go on to be amazing adults. It’s the path to get there that is the biggest struggle. The time is NOW to show our children the way, to teach them discernment, to guide them to be amazing adults. Never think for a moment that tragedy won’t affect your family. Never think for a moment that you can’t be strong. Never think for a moment that it’s too late to help your children be stronger. I love this quote from A. A. Milne.

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This is what we need to teach our children. Be brave, be strong, be smart. They can be, and are, all of these things. It’s not easy for children to deal with adult emotions and events, but they are capable. They are braver, stronger, and smarter than we give them credit for. We CAN raise amazing little humans together.

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You Are Stronger Than You Think!

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Lessons From My Personal Health and Fitness Journey

For those of you who don’t know me personally, or haven’t been following me, eight months ago I had enough of how I was feeling, and the weight that had crept on over the past few years. In January I decided to finally take charge, and began a journey towards better health and fitness. My fitness coach had encouraged me to share some of my journey, although it wasn’t my comfort zone. But I did it anyway. Over the course of the last eight months I shared bits and pieces of my journey with my followers on social media. In a few months I discovered that what I was doing, and the progress that I was making, was inspiring others to make similar steps towards their own better health and fitness. I had no idea. My coach was right. So, I decided that no matter how uncomfortable I was sharing progress photos, pictures of food I ate, recipes, tips, etc., it was worth it if it even helped one more person take steps towards better health. And that’s what brings me here today. After eight months, 13 pounds, trial and error, I wanted to share my journey. What I have learned, where I have failed, in hopes that it might help others who have been on the fence about making changes. So the other day I sat down at the computer and began typing up my back story, and what got me to the point that I made the decision to take charge of my health. Three pages and a lot of word vomit later I realized that no one cares about what got me to that point. Everyone has their own back story, their own reasons why they haven’t taken care of themselves, eaten right, exercised, have health issues, etc. I am just like everyone else. So I scratched all of that, and decided that what was most important was what I have learned along the journey. What I have done. What I tried that failed, what I tried that worked, how I stayed on track, and how I faltered at times. Before I get to all of that, instead of pages of word vomit I will give you the Cliffs Notes version that led me to eight months ago.

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Most of my life I never had to worry about what I ate, I had good metabolism and was able to stay pretty thin eating lots of junk I shouldn’t have eaten (I was a major carb and sweet junkie), and not doing much working out (I would go through phases of it). I was one of the girls people hated because I never had to try. I knew it would catch up with me at some point, and in my late 30’s it finally did. I went through phases that I tried to eat healthier and exercise, but then life, or injuries, would get in the way and I never stayed consistent. After the birth of my third child at 37 (nine years after I gave birth to my second child…) my body wasn’t what it had previously been. Between hormones, lack of sleep, and a busy life with a little one plus two older children, it was hard for me to focus on taking care of myself. (Okay, who am I kidding, I never was really good at that, but it was even harder now.) I put on an extra 10 or so pounds that I was struggling to get off. (I know this doesn’t sound like much, but it was a lot on my frame, and enough that it had begun to cause me a lot of other issues.) I knew that if I didn’t put a stop to it soon it was only going to get worse, and harder the older I got. My clothes didn’t fit, I didn’t feel good, I wasn’t sleeping well, I had chronic pain and inflammation, I was exhausted all the time, my energy level was really low, my auto immune skin condition was flaring up terribly. The list goes on, but these were the big ones that I struggled with on a daily basis. I was tired of feeling this way day in and day out. I was 41, I shouldn’t feel like this!

January rolled around and I begged my husband to let me try out a fitness and nutrition program that I had been watching a coach do for a year and a half. He asked me to be honest, was I going to stick with it? I had tried lots of things, and never stuck with any of it. I assured him that I would (although being honest with myself, I wasn’t sure that I could). I knew that one of my big struggles was figuring out exactly what I needed to do, and how to pull all of the pieces together. So I promised him that I would, that having everything I needed to do in front of me was what I needed, ordered the package, and immediately started on my journey. I was excited to feel like I finally had something that might work. Over the next eight months I learned a lot about my self- image, emotions, body, relationship with food, and what I liked and didn’t like as far as exercise goes. So here we go, this is my experience!

Find Support
One of the big things for me had always been trying to do things on my own. That’s part of why I never stuck with anything. When I began my journey I had a fitness coach and an online group of women to ask questions of, share ideas with, share ups and downs with, and hold myself accountable. And I had a supportive spouse that was behind what I was trying to achieve. Whatever works for you, find someone or something. Have a workout partner, a group, join a gym. Ask a friend to help keep you accountable. Whatever it is, find support and encouragement. It makes a world of difference to know that someone else is rooting for you and your goals. I really don’t think I could have made it this far without the coach and group of women I was surrounded by online. It made me want to do better, be better, and stick with it.

Do It For Yourself
Health and Fitness is just like anything else. You have to want to make changes to be able to. You have to want it for yourself. If you are trying to make health and fitness changes because it’s what someone else wants you to do, and not for the right reasons, it will never work. You have to want it for it to drive you. My husband never made me feel like I needed to change my body. It came from an unhappiness with myself. Did he subtly tell me that I couldn’t just keep buying new clothes because I was gaining weight and nothing fit? Sure. But that was the honest truth. He was right. He never once told me I didn’t look good or make me feel like I wasn’t attractive. But now he tells me all of the time how great I look, how hard I’ve worked, how pretty I am. If that doesn’t encourage you I sure don’t know what will! It’s so nice to receive the recognition from my spouse and know that he is also proud of what I have accomplished, but to know that I did this because it’s what I wanted. This summer he did admit to me that the previous summer I was pushing being able to look decent in a bikini. But you know what, he never said that to me until AFTER I got back in shape. He never made me feel bad about myself. If you are the spouse of someone that needs a little work to get back to a healthier state, PLEASE read this and take it to heart. What they need is encouragement to make themselves healthier. Not derogatory comments about where they are.

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Figure Out What Is Driving You
If you have goals and dreams, there has to be something driving those. Think about what those are. What are the real reasons that you want to achieve the health and fitness goals you have? In the beginning mine was losing weight. It quickly turned into so much more when I realized the changes it was making in my body, and I added to those goals to feel better and get healthier. And, I wanted to show my husband that for once I could stick with it. Part of me was all about just proving him wrong since I knew he didn’t think I would stick with it. The further I got in my journey, the more I reached and exceeded my goals, and added new ones. I never dreamed that my body would be as toned as it has become. That was not initially in my goals. But when you see changes and like what you see, it drives you even more to keep at it. Whatever it is that is driving you, think about that daily. If you keep your end goals in mind the baby steps will seem much more important.

Take Things At Your Own Pace
Everyone is in a different place when they begin a health and/or fitness journey. Some people have worked out before, some haven’t. Some have a lot of weight to lose, some have a little. Some have a lot of health problems, some have very few. Some don’t eat a very healthy diet, some eat very healthy. We are all different. We all come from different places and have different struggles. Yours will be different than mine. Sometimes you need to start with baby steps so that you don’t overwhelm yourself. And that’s OK. I had a conversation with a friend today that just started trying to focus more on her health. She seemed down on herself for the slow start and time of the mile she had run a few days this week. Hold up! You haven’t done any exercise for years. A mile, at whatever pace, three days this week, is a HUGE step towards getting yourself going. You are up, you are moving, you are doing something! In my book that counts for a lot. Maybe you start with giving up soda and then add in other dietary changes. Maybe you walk 10 minutes a few days a week and then work up to more days and more time. Maybe you quit having unhealthy snacks or processed food. Whatever little change you need to make to get started is a step in the right direction. Then just keep adding to those changes. For me, I knew that if I was going to do it, I had to go all in. I started working out every single day to create the habit. I cut out refined sugars. I started a balanced nutrition plan based on macro nutrients. I cut out processed foods for the most part. I drank lots of water. But that doesn’t work for everyone. We are all different. Just do SOMETHING. Every little something you change is better than where you were the day before.

Be Kind To Yourself
There is no doubt that along the way you will hit some rocky patches. You will miss workouts, you will eat things you shouldn’t, you may have injuries that slow you down. You may be at a place physically that all of this just isn’t easy. That’s OK. It’s a process and a journey. When you falter in your workouts and eating, just get right back at it. One day isn’t going to make a difference in the scheme of an entire journey.

Find What Works For You
For me, this was huge. I had dabbled with finding workouts on Pinterest and various things. I never could really find something I felt that I really liked. And I never knew how to put all of those pieces together. For me I knew I had to have a plan in place, something that told me exactly what to do and when to do it. The fitness plan that I signed up for had all of that put together for me. That took the guessing out of it so that all I had to do was figure out what type of workout I would enjoy. I tried a few different things and realized that anything aerobic, dancing, or plyometrics made me feel completely clumsy, and I didn’t enjoy them at all, and plyometrics workouts caused my knee and lower back to hurt more. I discovered that I really like a routine that has weights in it! Who knew! Once I was able to focus on that I began to look forward to and enjoy my workouts so much more. If something makes me feel awkward, I won’t want to do it. There are different kinds of routines out there to fit everyone’s style and needs. Some people love to dance (don’t get me wrong, I love to shake my booty, but not for my workout). Some people love yoga. Try different things until you find what best suits you. And that you enjoy. The package I ordered has all different types of workouts so I can move from one to another or change it up when I need to. And most of them are between 30-45 minutes, which easily fits in my schedule. It’s been great for me. And I loved that I didn’t have to go to a gym. Some people are more motivated at a gym but for me it’s just one more thing. If I work out at home I don’t have to work it around childcare, I don’t have to worry about people watching me (except my kids), I don’t have to make the excuse of fitting it in my schedule. I just have to walk downstairs and turn the work out on. How easy is that?! For me I discovered that if I get my work out done first thing in the morning there is more likelihood that it will get done, and other things won’t get in the way. So that has become my routine.

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Don’t Kill Yourself With Long Work Outs
We used to be taught that to get in shape you needed to spend hours in the gym and doing cardio. Research is now showing us that this isn’t the case! You can get just as much if not more out of a shorter high intensity work out than spending two hours at the gym or lifting heavy weights and killing your body. This certainly makes it easier to fit in, and less reason to make excuses. And it it’s better for your body and can give you better results, well that’s a win win in my book!

Stick With It
You know that old saying that 21 days creates a habit? It’s true. The reason you need to try to do something every day is that it puts your body into the groove, it makes working out a habit that’s easier to maintain. The plan I first started following had a workout for every day of the week. One was a yoga routine which allowed your body to stretch and recover but it still kept you doing something. Don’t get me wrong, there were many days that I did not feel like doing it, or thought I will just take a rest day. But I stuck with it. And every week that passed made it so much easier to do it, and it felt like less of a chore. Before I knew it working out was a part of my daily routine, and I craved having it. I had more energy and my body was already feeling better.

Change Up Your Nutrition

It was obvious for me that the way I had been eating wasn’t working. This may not be the case for everyone, but even if you eat healthy and have plateaued and can’t reach your goals, it’s often related to your nutrition and how your body is burning the fuel you are putting in it. I knew I wasn’t healthy, and I knew what I needed to cut out. What I didn’t know was exactly how I should be eating to achieve my goawl. There are so many different nutrition plans that you can follow that will keep you on track, eating healthy, and fueling your body properly. I started out eating based on a macro nutrient plan. It helped to get me on a better track for eating a well-balanced diet, cutting out processed foods and refined sugar, reducing carbs, and increasing protein and vegetables. It worked great for awhile but then I felt like I had plateaued and like I was so focused on eating and fitting in the macros, and what I was putting in my body. It became harder for me to sustain. I began to crave more carbs, and even tried to find excuses to up myself to the next level just so I could eat more carbs. Over the summer I fell into some bad habits again and slowly let some bad nutrition creep back in. And then we went on a two week vacation. I gained back 5 of the pounds that I had worked so hard to take off! My stomach was starting to become a mess again and really causing me issues. My energy dipped. I felt more tired and wasn’t sleeping as well. When we returned from vacation I knew that I had to remove gluten, because long ago I discovered that it was the root of my stomach issues. I made a conscious effort to do so, and then started learning about the ketogenic diet. The science and research behind it made sense. My fitness coach was having great success with it over the past several months, so I decided to give it a go. I absolutely feared that cutting out carbs and all sugars (even natural ones like honey and maple syrup) was going to be the death of me. Seriously. I LOVE carbs and sugar, and had lived for them! But I gave it a shot and jumped in head first. Not gonna lie. The first 4-5 days were a struggle. I had a severe migraine, felt bloated, and at times lethargic. But I had read that this could happen, so I stuck it out. After my body detoxed again and balanced back out, I started feeling great. I quickly dropped a couple of the pounds I had put on and my body was leaning out again. Pain and inflammation was decreasing and I had more energy. Then two weeks later I added in taking an exogenous ketone supplement (check it out here) that helps to put the body in the state of ketosis. Game changer!

My little guy loves to help me cook yummy, healthy treats!
My little guy loves to help me cook yummy, healthy treats!

Immediately I felt better, had a lot more energy, felt more focused, performed better in work outs, started sleeping better, my skin began clearing up, pain and inflammation continued decreasing even more, my body really began to lean out, and I noticed drastic positive changes in the symptoms of my autoimmune skin condition, Lichen Sclerosus. If you have followed my journey with Lichen Sclerosus you know that this is a huge added benefit! The exogenous ketones have not only helped me with my fitness and weight loss goals, but have had so many added health benefits I can’t even tell you how amazing it has been! Not every nutrition plan works for everybody, so do some research and try some different things until you find what works for you, what you enjoy, and what is easy for you to maintain. If it is too difficult for your lifestyle and you don’t enjoy the way you are eating, you will never be able to maintain it long term. I’m not saying don’t ever enjoy a few things. There are times when you need to enjoy some pizza, a slice of cake, or whatever treat you enjoy. If you follow a healthy nutrition plan most of the time it won’t hurt you to have a cheat meal every now and then. It helps you to feel satisfied with how you are eating!

Listen To Your Body

Our bodies know what they can take, and when you are pushing it too much, and it has a way of letting you know it’s time to back off. This was tough for me to embrace at first, but I started realizing that I had to listen to my body and what it was telling me. I had to take a break from work outs for 6 weeks over the summer because my shoulder and lower back pain was really getting worse again and I was in a lot of pain. I knew if I didn’t rest my body I was only going to make things worse. So I took a rest, and then started back in doing some yoga to ease my body back into things. Between the rest, the yoga, and the change in nutrition of cutting out grains and sugar, my body healed and I was able to get back on track and back to normal work outs. During this time of changing up my nutrition I also learned that for me having grains and even the small amount of carbs and natural sugars that I had been eating only caused me to crave these things more. After I transitioned to the ketogenic diet and added in the exogenous ketones my cravings drastically reduced and for the most part are completely non-existent. I have learned that when my body has these things, it only wants more of them. And that is exactly what got me into trouble!

Some days are easy, some days are a struggle. This particular day was a struggle the entire work out.
Some days are easy, some days are a struggle. This particular day was a struggle the entire work out.

Stay Off The Scale
Yes, you heard me right. And yes, I know how impossible it is. In the beginning I was literally on the scale every morning watching for changes, and driving myself, and my coach, crazy when I didn’t see movement. My coach kept telling me to stay off the scale, but I just couldn’t! I wanted tangible results and I wanted them now! But in all honesty, it only made me more frustrated. The number on the scale will likely move quickly at first if you are drinking lots of water. Then it will become slow. Weigh yourself once a week, and first thing in the morning. More than that is unnecessary and will only make you frustrated with yourself. You may not see much movement on the scale for awhile, and then suddenly it will happen. That’s OK, just stick with it and you will see results!

Take Measurements and Photos
I cannot stress enough how important it is to do this! I took measurements and photos the day I began my journey. And those are how I was truly able to see my progress. My clothes felt like they were fitting looser, and I thought I was seeing changes, but when you put photos side by side that is when you will really be able to see the transformation. I did this about every month, and really helped me to be excited about the results I was achieving, and give me the drive to keep pushing forward. I know those first photos are not fun to take, or go back and look at, but seriously. Do it. I promise you won’t be sorry.

Don’t Compare Yourself To Others
This one is sooo hard, especially with social media. Remember that everyone’s body is different. Everyone finds progress at different rates. And not everyone’s body is intended to look the same. And seriously, a lot of the photos on social media do not show the full truth of how someone looks… There are many angles, lighting, and times of day that can make someone look drastically different. For me I know that especially my mid-section can change in appearance throughout the course of the day depending on what I’ve eaten, how much water I have drank, when I worked out, etc. I can take a photo in the morning and by noon look completely different there. So don’t let others photos and progress fool you, or discourage you. You are uniquely you, and that is perfectly OK. I still look at my mid-section and see cellulite and think that by this point surely that should be gone, especially 13 pounds later! But you know what? I’ve had three children. Not everything on my body will ever be able to look the way it did prior to growing, nurturing, delivering, and raising three kids! And now I’m OK with that. It’s part of who I am, and part of being a mother. I’m no longer ashamed of that. What I am is ecstatic with the changes I have made to my body, health, and mind.

Learn About Yourself
Along this journey I learned so much about myself that I hadn’t learned before, or hadn’t allowed myself to see. I never thought I could stick with it, I did. I never thought I could get back in this kind of shape, I did. I never thought I like lifting weight, I do. I never thought I could cut out carbs and sugar, I can. I realized that I am stronger than I think I am, and I can accomplish more than I ever dreamed I could. And it was all me. I was the one who was determined and put the work in. And I also realized that this journey was about so much more than just weight loss and fitness. I am in a better state emotionally. I have more self confidence. I feel better about myself and how I look. There is so much more of an emotional connection than I ever realized.

 

The long and short of it is that no one thing works for every person. Don’t become frustrated because one program or nutrition plan doesn’t work for you. Keep researching and trying different things! Once you find what best suits you and your lifestyle, you will get in a groove and be able to make headway towards your goals. Today, eight months later, I met, and exceeded my weight loss goal. I don’t even know the last time that I saw this number on the scale, or was this toned. It has been a really long time. I am probably pretty much at my ideal weight now. I love the muscle tone that I have gained and how my body has leaned out and looks healthy. My skin glows and is clearer. I feel great, inflammation and pain are pretty much gone. I never dreamed that I would be able to stick to it, let alone achieve what I have. All of the expectations I had eight months ago are out the window because I way surpassed them! It feels amazing to know that I accomplished this through hard work and dedication, and that I have found ways to sustain this lifestyle and be completely satisfied with how I am eating. Coming from a carbaholic sweet tooth, I am telling you that if I can do it, you can too! What steps will you take today that will help guide you to a healthier place?! You are stronger than you think!

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Perfectly Imperfect Parenting

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So, I haven’t posted on the blog in a long time because, well because of exactly what I’m writing about today. I sit here today putting my thoughts onto the screen of my phone through the WordPress app, while I shove a salad down in between chores, errands, and running my kids to and from activities and appointments. For all intents and purposes, most people view me as a “stay at home mom”. The reality is that while I don’t work a full time job outside of the house, I am a part-time real estate agent, run a small home based business, and do the books for my husbands clinical practice. I have many irons in the fire! In addition to that, like most other moms, I play taxi driver to my 3 kids, am a chef, maid, and personal assistant just to name a few. And right now I’m feeling exhausted, overwhelmed, inadequate, and frustrated. There. I said it.

I mean sure, I’d like everyone to think that my life is perfect just like most people’s social media shows, but it isn’t. In fact, that is exactly why I created this blog in the first place. Remember? Real Life? And unfortunately while writing has always been an outlet for me, real life got in the way, and I had to start letting go of some things. The blog posts were one unnecessary thing that worked its way out of my life. But here I am today, trying to release my frustrations, knowing that there are a lot of other mothers feeling the same way I am, but not wanting to admit it.

On the surface it appears that I am frustrated with just all of the tasks I’m dealing with. But the root of the problem isn’t the tasks per se, but rather how our lives have become so crazy busy. If kids want to play on a good sports team, be accepted into a good college, have a “good” career and future, it seems that the path to those things has been paved so differently than it was 30 years ago when I was a kid. Wow. 30 years ago? Tomorrow I will be 42! How on earth can I be this old?! Where has the time gone? Oh yeah, the last 15 years have been spent running my kids all over the place to give them the opportunity to pursue their dreams, and to try to be a “great mom”. Instead, what all of this has done is make me feel like I am not “good” at any one thing I’m trying to be! My duties as a mom, parent, wife, housekeeper, and business owner all suffer because there isn’t enough of me to fill all of these roles with perfection. And to be honest, I don’t like it. I don’t like feeling less than adequate. I don’t like not being able to keep my house clean. I don’t like seeing my parenting and marriage suffer because life is so crazy.

While I have felt this way for quite some time, the slap in the face came this morning. As I was running around the house picking up after everyone, doing dishes, doing laundry, my 4 year old was begging for someone to play with him. He asked his sister who apparently responded that she didn’t want to right now, that she is the only one that ever plays with him. Wow. My heart sank seeing how my 12 year old daughter viewed things. And she’s right to some degree. I want to sit and play with him, to work on learning activities, to do science experiments, to have fun with him. There just never seems to be enough time. In that moment my eyes welled up with tears, and I felt like the worst parent in the world. I felt like a failure.

How did this become my life? How did I become so busy that I don’t have time to sit down and play with my child like I wish I could? Let me tell you. Society has changed. Expectations have changed. Sports have changed. Technology has changed. We have changed. Our kids have changed. Gone are the days where a kid just played on a little league hometown baseball team because he enjoyed it. Welcome to the days where parents push their young child to be on “the” elite baseball club team, travel every weekend for out of town tournaments, and spend a fortune to give them the opportunity to play ball, because this is the only way to now. This wasn’t how it was when I was a kid. None of this was. We had no cell phones to text and play games on, we picked up the phone and called our friends. We made plans to hang out instead of “hanging out” virtually on Xbox or through snap chat together. There were no travel club teams. I don’t remember my parents running all the time, but maybe I just don’t remember because they were the ones in the trenches like I am now. And it occurs to me, did my mom feel this same way when I was a kid?

Today’s perfect day included being slapped in the face with reality, being begged by my 4 year old to play, attempting science experiments the 4 year old has been begging for that turned out to be a total flop, a heart to heart discussion with my two older children about the state of things right now which sent me upstairs in tears, and the grounding of my oldest from technology today for things we repeatedly ask to be done that repeatedly get ignored. A day of parenting at its finest!

I do my best to try to fill all of these roles, and I do to some degree. But I don’t feel like I do any of it perfectly. Maybe I have too high of expectations for myself. Or maybe this is everyone else’s life too in spite of what they portray on social media. I try to keep a fairly clean house, I provide home cooked healthy meals almost every night in spite of our crazy sports schedule, even if that means cooking dinner at 4:00. But still, on the eve of my 42nd birthday, I feel completely and totally inadequate. This started out to be a post ranting about the expectations we as parents now have for our kids, the expectations they have of us, and how we got to this place, and somehow turned into the realization that right now I am feeling like a failure. But as I think about it more, I’m doing the best I can to be perfect. My family is thriving and healthy, they have hot healthy meals at home almost every day, our home is fairly clean, and somehow I manage to squeeze in running them everywhere and managing three different business activities. I am always exhausted and rarely take time for myself aside from my daily workouts. But I guess I’m about as close as I can be to perfect. I’m perfectly imperfect. And trying to learn to be okay with that, but as a perfectionist that isn’t an easy task. I’m not a Pinterest perfect mom, and I wish I were, but in this season of life with a four year old and two teenagers, what I am is here for them, and doing the best I can to manage it all. There aren’t fancy graphics and a lot of editing time poured into this post, because that’s the whole point of it! This is just my raw, emotional thoughts spilling out in the midst of a busy day. So for all you other moms out there that feel inadequate, overwhelmed, and imperfect, join me on the eve of my birthday in embracing being Perfectly Imperfect!

Wishing you peace and love,

Laura

Haters Gonna Hate

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As I am standing in my kitchen cooking grilled cheese sandwiches for the kids lunches tomorrow, and watching a tray of bacon cook in the oven (Which by the way smells delicious! Who doesn’t love bacon?!), my mind drifts off to a comment that was left on my blog post Lichen Sclerosus – There IS Hope that was left over the weekend. It has been on my mind the past couple days. So I decided to make efficient use of my time, and jot down my thoughts (err type them in my blog app) while I am standing over the stove.

Have you ever thought to yourself “I wish I had…” that many clients, that nice of a house, that expensive car… ” I wish I was…” that successful, that smart, that wealthy… Whatever the thought may be, we have all had those moments that we wish we were something we weren’t, or wish we could attain something we haven’t. The keeping up with the Jones’ mentality. The I should be able to have what everyone else has notion. The thoughts that drive some people to CREATE dreams and DO big things, but that remain wishes for many others. And sometimes that desire to have or be something you aren’t turns into HATE.

 

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When I originally shared my very personal story about living with Lichen Sclerosus, I had absolutely no intentions of ever turning it into a business. That was not even a thought in my mind. I shared my story, and the recipe that I created, from a place deep within my heart that truly wanted to help others find relief and better wellness. Over time and the course of some events with the essential oil company that I was a distributor for, I was no longer able to just share my recipe, at the request of the essential oil company. After having numerous conversations with friends and mentors, it was brought to my attention that I had the SOLUTION to a PROBLEM. Something that many people needed. Something that could change people’s lives. And that I should take that solution and turn it into a business, just as so many successful entrepreneurs have done. So I did. I started a business, LifeWorks Skin Essentials, and created my flagship product, Restore Natural Oil Blend. I have invested a lot of time, as well as money, to provide a product that fills a void in the health and wellness field. And it’s working. It’s providing people that have an un-treatable and miserable skin condition with relief from some of the symptoms. Relief that wasn’t available before, and that they never thought they would find. And with that relief it is providing a HOPE for a better and healthier future.

But of course with any success comes the HATE. Those people I talked about above that want what you have. In this case, the HATE seems to be that some people (albeit only a few that have voiced it) feel like I am taking advantage of people who have a miserable health condition. That this is an emotional and miserable condition and that I should be GIVING my recipe away, not turning it into a product for sale. That I am taking money from people that I shouldn’t be. You can please some people some of the time, but you can’t please all of the people all of the time. I guess I have a hard time understanding how selling the product I am selling is any different from any other health and wellness product. And guess what? I also live with this miserable condition and all that goes along with it. So yeah, I know EXACTLY what it is like.

Unfortunately in the age we now live in, everyone wants something for nothing. In this case, you did the research but you should just SHARE it with everyone. Everyone else shouldn’t have to do the research, invest the time, invest the money, invest the passion. Divide the knowledge among all those that need it. (Hmmmm this is sounding very similar to a current political candidates stance on things… 😜) This particular commenter even suggested that at her young age, if this is what she has to look forward to, her outlook living with this condition is bleak at best. Well, I say to that, I chose to EMBRACE my life with Lichen Sclerosus, and find ways to live a better life with it. I chose to DO something about it! YOU have control over your outlook and your future, CHOOSING your destiny. You can choose to have a bleak outlook on your future, or you can choose to embrace it.

The few “hate” comments that I have received, I have not let bother me. I don’t dwell on it. I do dwell on the emails that I receive from people thrilled that for the first time they are able to manage their symptoms. Thanking me for creating a product that really works. Sharing their success stories with me. Excited to have hope that they never thought they would have. So you know what haters? Just go on and hate. But I am going to continue plugging away and doing what I’m doing. Investing time and money to find better ways to bring this product to the people that really need it.

My advice to any of you who have a spark of a dream, a thought of something you can do, or be, or create? In the words of a very smart little three year old, my son Brett, “Let’s do this!” You CAN do it. You WILL do it. Take charge of your thoughts and don’t let others (the HATERS) bring you down. Don’t let others tell you that you can’t. Don’t think you aren’t good enough, smart enough, strong enough, wealthy enough. Don’t think that because you are a stay at home mom that you don’t have time. Don’t let the hate overtake your thoughts. I am just an average person like you. I have an average college degree. I live like everyone else. But I had a spark of a dream, led by a passion to help others. I listened to others encouragement and I allowed that spark to grow, and turn into a dream. And I made that dream a reality!

Haters gonna hate, no matter what you do. But the number of supporters will far outweigh the haters. So go on, create a dream! And turn that dream into reality. And ignore the haters.

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I Have A Dream

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I hate to admit this, but I am 40 years old and up until this point have not been one to really ever set goals. Sure over the years I have had fleeting thoughts about things I would like to do or achieve, but I can’t say that I have truly sat down and written out a real dream or goal to work towards, let alone the steps to get there. And apparently I am not in the minority. Most people either don’t have goals, or don’t write them down. Research shows that those who write down their goals achieve significantly more than their counterparts who do not write down goals. So maybe that explains why I feel like I haven’t achieved much in my life…

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Not only have I not been one to set goals or find a dream, but I can honestly say that at 40 years old I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.

I graduated high school having an interest in accounting but not truly knowing what I wanted to focus my college course of study in, starting my freshman year declaring a major in Business Administration. This seemed like a good path given my interest in accounting, but I still had no specific focus. During my first year one of my Business courses, Statistics, gave me a wake up call to the parts of business that I didn’t enjoy, and didn’t come easily to me. And as I continued to think about a career in accounting, I came to realize that I was too creative to crunch numbers all day. The more I thought about what I enjoyed, the more I thought about the Communication field. After much thought I changed my major to Communication with an emphasis in Public Relations and a minor in Business Administration. I loved all of my Communication classes, they encompassed so many things I enjoyed, embraced the more creative side I had. But after graduation the job market was tough, and I had a difficult time finding a job, and a difficult time finding a focus because my course of study was so broad.

After several years and a couple of job changes I finally found a position that I loved, working for a wonderful and creative company. It fit me perfectly, and I loved my coworkers. It was a fun atmosphere and allowed me to use my talents and enjoy what I was doing. Then I became pregnant with my first child, and during the pregnancy the company decided to close the division that I worked in. My last day with the company was right before my due date. While I hated to leave a job I truly enjoyed, I viewed it as a blessing to get to be home with my child.

After being home for a few years and having another child I decided to get back into the work force to give myself something to challenge my brain, and to be around people. I worked a few part time jobs that fit around our family and life, but did not fit within any certain career path. I still didn’t know what I wanted to do when I grow up…

After eventually going back to work full time for a few years, I became pregnant with my third child, and was once again faced with the decision to stay home or continue working. After working from home part time for awhile, the company decided to change directions with their plan and I was out of a job. At this point I was nearly 40, and still didn’t know what I wanted to do when I grow up… And now out of a job. So I decided to continue staying home with my children, and dabbled in some Multi Level Marketing ventures that didn’t really pan out the way I had hoped. I guess it’s just not my cup of tea.

Enter where we are today. All of the years that I worked off and on between children with no career path, I had absolutely no goals, no vision, no dreams to reach towards. And didn’t know what I wanted to do when I grow up. Then I was diagnosed with a miserable auto immune skin disease, Lichen Sclerosus, that has no medical treatment that truly works, and no cure. You can read about it in my post Lichen Sclerosus – There IS Hope. After suffering and using medical protocols that did nothing to help my condition, I set out to research and try to find something I could do naturally that might help relieve the symptoms. I created an essential oil based formula that actually provided relief for the first time. My doctor was amazed at the results I was getting. So, I wrote the blog post about it and had a huge amount of traffic to that particular post. So many people were contacting me wanting to know exactly what I used, desperate to find something to help after living miserably for years. After blending my recipe themselves, many reached back out to me thanking me for sharing this with them, that it was a life changer. I was encouraged that the formula was not only working for me, but for many others as well. And I was changing lives and helping people to feel better. Then enter everything that began happening with the FDA and homeopathic products, and I was no longer able to share my recipe after the essential oil company that I was a distributor for asked me to remove any specifics about essential oils and medical conditions from my blog site. Then the wheels started turning. There had to be a way to get this out there to all of the people, like me, that suffer from Lichen Sclerosus. After talking with several entrepreneur friends, I was encouraged to do as so many others have done. I had a solution to a problem that people needed to solve. So I set out to create the solution in the form of a skin care product. And www.lifeworksskinessentials.com was born! Over the past few months the orders have slowly come in, and are now growing at a pretty good pace. I am beginning to see a good amount of repeat customers, and continue receiving emails from customers with positive feedback about how the product has worked for them, and helped them to find relief after years of suffering. My passion for helping others and continuing to grow this business increases every day. After meeting with a local entrepreneur that took a similar path with a natural product that has now been FDA approved, I am even more encouraged than ever to keep pushing forward to get my product in front of all those who could benefit from it. And I now have a goal. I am taking the steps to research and put together a proposal for testing and clinical trials to work towards FDA approval of the product, which will allow me to more effectively market the product to those who need it. Finally having a goal to work towards and a real passion for something is both exciting and scary all at the same time. I feel like I have a purpose outside of my family, something that I can call my own, a dream that can help provide a better life for my family, and a goal that will help others achieve better health and wellness so that they can fully enjoy their family. But of course reaching these dreams and goals won’t come without sacrifice and time. But I am determined to do what it takes to fulfill this dream, and reach this goal. Thanks to the support and encouragement of many people in my life and new connections that I have formed, I know that I can do this. Now to just figure out exactly how to get there…

Are you one of the few that actually sets and writes down goals? Or are you in the majority that doesn’t? I am quickly learning that if you don’t have a dream or a goal, you have nothing solid to work towards. So get out there, find your passion, create a dream, and set a goal! And then work towards it! And yes, moms, you CAN do it!

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