Sometimes it feels like nothing has happened over the last few weeks, but really everything has happened. On Monday I turned 32, I drove for the first time in two months, I went back to work and I had my first drink since surgery (naturally it was champagne, it was my birthday). I have more … Continue reading Returning to Life
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The good in people
I really didn't know what to expect when I went public a few months ago. For the longest time I wanted everything to be private. I had a very strict no social media policy. My close friends knew and family knew but I didn't want this out there in the world. I think I was … Continue reading The good in people
Thirty
As I approached my 30th birthday I've thought about a million different things. It's just another birthday, but really we make it a milestone and I'm all for celebrating. I don't have a list of things to cross off. I don't have a list of things I think I should have done by now. I … Continue reading Thirty
Book Club
My book club is so much more than a book club. It's a wonderful group of women that welcomed me in when I moved back to Milwaukee. It's a group of women I love to gather with once a month. When we have to explain how we all know each other it starts to sound … Continue reading Book Club
Goodbye 2014
Well, it's been one hell of a year. From running in frigid temps on New Year's Day to my baby brother getting engaged to saying goodbye to my beloved dog to adventures with new friends. I traveled. I ran. I got injured. I enjoyed Milwaukee. I celebrated many friends' marriages. The Badgers made it to the … Continue reading Goodbye 2014
I didn’t survive the winter
I mean I did. I'm not frozen somewhere, but my running didn't. I did good for a long time. I ran in circles at the Pettit. I ran on the treadmill. I wore 28 layers and ran outside. And then I just couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't handle more cold runs. I had a … Continue reading I didn’t survive the winter
Three Years
Three years ago I started a new job. Three years ago I was a mess of a person. I was unhappily back in Wisconsin. I was living with my parents (albeit temporarily). I didn't want any of it, well except for the job because it was going to pay me. I wanted to be in … Continue reading Three Years
