Duvet2Desk by TPG

I am just going to start with this because this post requires clarification. This is a very light-hearted post - and a more positive and happy glimpse into my mind! I am an enigma.  Enjoy and humor me, with my discussion and thoughts around my first realization that I was a woman, and a modern-day "w-o-m-e-n."  ( I tend to tread very lightly with the "f" - feminist - word… a whole other post is needed for that )  Here we go! It’s so funny - but the song "You Don’t Own Me", by Lesley Gore has secretly been my female theme song since I was like 8. ( I promise, I could not just make this up! ) I remember watching The First Wives Club, on HBO, and watching Bette Midler, Goldie Hawn, and Diane Keaton singing in the last scene of the movie in all white. Having grown together in their "incredibleness" and really done what no one thought they could - move forward. Several years later, when I was away at Augustana College I bought the DVD. ( I even b

About 40 Days of 3,652 Days in this Decade (and 2 leap years… 2012, 2016) That's it...! There are only about 40 days left in this decade. Thinking about this decade it brought me to a place of reflection. Where was I January 1, 2010... Here is the story, in brief. On January 1, 2010 - at the stroke of midnight I was pregnant with my now oldest daughter,  Emma . I was about to be a single mom. I hate to say this, but I loathed the mental space, professional space, and relationship space I was in. I was living at my very supportive parent's home, with very little prospect of a strong career that I have longed to have. See, I graduated from my undergraduate degree during the academic year of 2008-2009. The economy was tanked and my spirits were along with it. I will be honest, I felt like the ultimate failure. I graduated as an undergrad as a mediocre student, with a strong understanding of people and an ability to link unseen things together. But, I hadn'

This series has been so amazing to me, it has been some of my most-read posts consistently. But most importantly, it has allowed me to reflect on my life and my strengths and weakness, to guard my heart, soul, and mind - most important to grow in faith and life. But I must say, y'all really like hearing about the tough times, but strangely enough, I love writing about them. So let's get into this...  And now I'm glad I didn't know   The way it all would end the way it all would go   Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain   But I'd have to miss the dance   - Garth Brooks: The Dance  If I could write myself a letter at 17 & 23 years old ( ask me privately why I chose those years of my life... ) this is what it would say to me, as an "adult." The focus of this letter is  pain , the bad kind of pain - emotional pain. Not the my 32-year-old arthritic knees hurt or I pushed just a little too hard in yoga or cardio