Thank you for your support following my last blog. Body image and self respect are so important, especially to mothers. Thank you for honoring this issue and helping me work through my own emotions during this tranformative time.
I had a bit of an epiphany earlier this week and I thought I'd share it with you. I had a client meeting in Charlottesville and following the meeting, I thought I would go for a walk/run. Granted, I don't run as much as I used to, but I thought it would be nice to clear my head (and listen to some good '80s rock music).
As I began to keep pace, I realized how nice it was to be outside. To breathe in the fresh, autumn air. To see the afternoon sun spread its fingers through the trees. To see a man and his fuzzy dog on an afternoon sidewalk stroll. To see an older gentleman tending his pink, feathery dahlias as his wife watched. It was as if everything on Earth stood still. Until......SPLAT.
I fell. On my face. As I rolled over and surveyed the damage, I realized my favorite running tights were ripped as blood ran down my knee. What's more, my hand was bleeding as crumbly bits of gravel rained down from my hands. Crap. Double crap.
At that moment, I had a choice. I could hobble back to my car, drive home, drown my sorrows in Chardonnay and Milano cookies, and dramatically declare this the "Worst day ever" on social media.
Or, I could roll over and keep walking. Keep breathing that fresh air. Keep seeing the good. Keep savoring the moment.
So, I did. I finished my walk and enjoyed my moment. When I returned to my car, I thought to myself, "You know, that was tough."
"But I am tougher."
That was my take away from that day. Falling down is tough, but I am tougher. Raising five babies is tough, but I am tougher. Working full time while trying to be the best mom I can imagine--that's tough. But, I'm tougher.
So, I encourage you. Recognize when things are tough. But remember. You are tougher.
Onward!
I had a bit of an epiphany earlier this week and I thought I'd share it with you. I had a client meeting in Charlottesville and following the meeting, I thought I would go for a walk/run. Granted, I don't run as much as I used to, but I thought it would be nice to clear my head (and listen to some good '80s rock music).
As I began to keep pace, I realized how nice it was to be outside. To breathe in the fresh, autumn air. To see the afternoon sun spread its fingers through the trees. To see a man and his fuzzy dog on an afternoon sidewalk stroll. To see an older gentleman tending his pink, feathery dahlias as his wife watched. It was as if everything on Earth stood still. Until......SPLAT.
I fell. On my face. As I rolled over and surveyed the damage, I realized my favorite running tights were ripped as blood ran down my knee. What's more, my hand was bleeding as crumbly bits of gravel rained down from my hands. Crap. Double crap.
At that moment, I had a choice. I could hobble back to my car, drive home, drown my sorrows in Chardonnay and Milano cookies, and dramatically declare this the "Worst day ever" on social media.
Or, I could roll over and keep walking. Keep breathing that fresh air. Keep seeing the good. Keep savoring the moment.
So, I did. I finished my walk and enjoyed my moment. When I returned to my car, I thought to myself, "You know, that was tough."
"But I am tougher."
That was my take away from that day. Falling down is tough, but I am tougher. Raising five babies is tough, but I am tougher. Working full time while trying to be the best mom I can imagine--that's tough. But, I'm tougher.
So, I encourage you. Recognize when things are tough. But remember. You are tougher.
Onward!
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