There is a thought process that happens when we start something new or try to improve ourselves - at least it happens with me. I get this idea in my head that any steps in the wrong direction are failure. I look back at the week I had planned for myself and…

47 Weeks. According to Instagram, that’s how long this project took. The picture you see above is from my newly renovated office. When I went to post the final pictures Saturday morning, I realized that it had been 47 weeks since it began. After seeing the final product…

I've always assumed that we are born either 'glass-half-full' kind of people, or 'glass-half-empty.' Surprisingly, I think I've also always just assumed that I was 'glass-half-full.' Of course I would be, right? Those that see the world as missing something must be perpetually grumpy, hate small children, and are also probably ugly too. I'm way too good looking to fall under that category.

Last month, I gave my first virtual training session. Of course, I've taught and trained for over 10 years, and I've been in virtual environments before - but this was my first time training on this particular technology with these particular topics. By the end of the week, I thought I had done pretty good considering it was my first swing. There was definitely room for improvement, I took note of things I would change and work on, but all in all I was feeling good about how it went. Until I got an email…

"Be humble enough to suck for as long as it takes you to become better" (Rachel Hollis)… I stumbled upon an image of this quote on Instagram just now and actually laughed out loud at how accurate it was to how I have felt in the last 24 hours. I recently took on learning a new topic at work. It's something…

Last night, I reached a goal I have been chasing after for 7 years. Let me give you some context so you understand why I am so excited about this. It was a Saturday morning, about 7 years ago…

What I told myself this morning…I am too tired. It's way too early. I’m still fighting a cold so I should probably sleep in. I ran enough earlier in the week, so I can probably skip today. I’ll run tomorrow instead…

I don't know about you, but sometimes it feels like I'm always going after great comfort. That the sole purpose of my life is to get to a place where I am physically, mentally, financially, and emotionally comfortable. That all my hard work is so I can finally "arrive" to this place where I can stop working so hard, take a deep breath, put on my comfy clothes and be comfortable. My bigger life plans are geared around this belief and my every day also functions by this rule.

I hate this picture: success pointing in one direction and failure in the other. As if there is some magical choice you can take in life to avoid failing. What a silly and completely ridiculous notion. Failure isn't something we avoid by taking the right route, it's a necessary pitstop along the way. You will fail. It is inevitable. The question is, will you fail at doing the mundane? Or will you fail big, reaching for the thing you want the most? And when you do fail, will you keep going?

So you want to be a doctor? Or maybe an artist? Or do you want to run that first marathon or ultramarathon? Make VP? Make P? Or make your kid pee… in the potty? Whatever it is you want to do…