This Messy Life— Navigating Sharing Kids, Divorce, Dating, and Blending Families

This has been one of my hardest parenting days to date. I won’t divulge the whole story, but I’ve always said my kids don’t have tantrums. And today, one of the them did (and it wasn’t this one 😳).  Anyway, not only did it throw me completely off guard because it was something I hadn’t experienced before, but it also made me feel super 𝘢 𝘭 𝘰 𝘯 𝘦. All I’ve gotta say is this. If you’re out in public and you see a kid being a “kid”, offer some support to their parent. Even like a “hey, mama. I see you. I know this is really hard. But you’re doing it.” It would have meant SO much if even one person had offered support. Instead everyone awkwardly shuffled by me and Hads like we were the plague. We aren’t the plague y’all. We’re a couple of girls who have been through a  lot in the last year and we are just figuring stuff out. Sorry to ruin your night 🤷🏼‍♀️. Hads. As I said to you tonight, and as I’ve learned from Brené Brown, YOU are NOT bad. You made some bad choices, yes,...

  Me?! Are you sure you’ve got the right person? Legit my face when she told me that I was just “so inspiring”. I’ve known this lady for a few years now (and I won’t call you out but you know who you are) and we run into each other at coaching events constantly. I feel like the universe always has us meeting up. Anyway, she’s the most positive spirit and I always feel happy when I’m around her. Today was no different. But when she told me that I was inspiring her, I was caught off guard. I’ve had a really friggen rough year. My 7 year marriage came to an end a little less than a year ago. I’ve struggled to navigate coparenting and sharing my kids. I have strugggggggled period.  And this lady. She’s happily married. In amazing shape (always 🙌🏻). An incredible mom.  How have I been inspiring her?!?! It got me thinking on the way back up to the mountains today, that there are those of you out there that are inspired by my story. Not that I’m always perfect, not that I’ve f...

 I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again.  It only takes one idea, one thing, one day, one decision to make a change.  I knew this was coming.  It’s been <<almost>> a whole year since I filed for divorce. And in that year, I’ve yet to start and finish a single program 🤦🏼‍♀️. For the last five years, I’ve been on it for the most part. I finish what I start.  But not this last year. And that’s okay. Because whether I chose it or not, my word for last year was grace. I had to give myself grace, over and over and over again. But this year. It will be two words. Carry on. Carry on for me means to keep going. To keep faith. To know in my core and my soul who I am and what I offer. Carry on. I am scared and I am brave. I am both weak and I am strong. I am both insecure and confident.  Carry on. Today is Day 1. And though I plan to give myself grace, I also know that with grace, I can also conquer. It’s a new year. And I won’t allow my circumstanc...