For the past couple of years, I’ve been trying to reduce the amount of “stuff” that comes with Christmas: i.e. toys, unneeded gifts, an overabundance of things. I’ll admit, I’m an Amazonaholic. If I want something, it’s just a click and a two day shipment away. The desire for “things” is never that big during Christmas time, and it takes away from the main reason for the season. So for the kids, we’ve been focusing on memberships to the zoo,…
This past week was a rough week. I ain’t gonna lie. Instead of focusing on being thankful, spending quality time with family and friends, and enjoying the kids while they were out of school, all I felt was tired. Overwhelming, physically draining, brain-dead exhaustion. There were errands to run, classes to be taught, house to be clean, meal planning… so many things to be done! I felt like I was drowning in a sea of To-Do Lists. I’ve also never…
One of my splurges I get to do every so often is to have a ladies night out at a place called Board and Brush in Peachtree City. A couple of my girls friends and I go out to dinner before hand, and then afterwards, head over to B&B to create customized wood work for our homes. These pieces can range from signs, clocks, trays, and coat hangers. We get to socialize, work on our creative sides without having to…
This past Sunday, we sang the hymn “It Is Well With My Soul” at church, and as we were singing, I couldn’t help but reflect on how appropriate it was for all that occurred last week. This is the first verse: When peace, like a river,attendeth my way,When sorrows like sea billows roll;Whatever my lot,Thou hast taught me to say,It is well, it is well with my soul. I’ve been told by multiple people about how they are amazed at…
My Jazzercise journey has been a wild and challenging one. It begins with me as a client. I am then recruited, mentored, tested, failed, tested again, until there is ultimate success in becoming an instructor. My center has seen its share of turmoil as there have been three owners in one year. That’s a lot of turnover. That’s a lot of drama. Through it all, I’ve felt every emotion possible. Elation for passing. Frustration when I failed. Fear when I…
I’ve been struggling to find that inspiration to write. I started to write this blog because I had been told that my story was interesting, inspiring… all of that jazz, but now, most of my story has been told. What now? I’m living the story which means it takes longer to build up enough content to write. So what has been happening since my last post? Well, Jazzercise just celebrated its 50th year anniversary! Our little center also celebrated its…
Pssst. Lean in. I got something to tell you. It’s a secret. Promise you won’t tell anyone else? Come in closer. Let me whisper it in your ear. You ready? It’s going to be a shocker! Pinky promise me not to repeat it to anyone else. Here it is. I’m not perfect. Yes, I realize you already knew that. So, it’s not really a secret, but for someone like me, this is quite disturbing. What do I mean “like me”?…
You know that old saying, “Practice makes perfect”? Apparently it does not apply to me! Haha! Last week, I took a break from team-teaching at Jazzercise because I had volunteered to work at vacation Bible school (aka VBS) for my church. VBS engulfed all my morning hours, and I knew myself well enough to know that I would be too exhausted to want to teach in the afternoon. In some ways, I became anti-social in the evening after being surrounded…
Today was the big day. I had my audition to become an instructor this morning. Of course, the weather was awful (storming insanely), I was feeling pretty awful (due to a certain timing of the month… if you get my drift), and my kids were acting like nothing was different about today. What?!?! Didn’t they know how important today was? From the first sip of my morning coffee, I was receiving text messages from friends, uplifting me, letting me know…
A week from tomorrow is my audition to become a Jazzercise instructor. A week. The waiting is agony. I’m nervous because in some ways I feel like I’m not ready. I’m anxious because in many ways I feel like I am ready and just want to get it over with. The days loom over me as I wait. Practice. Wait. Hurt. Wait. Practice some more. That’s the cycle I’m in, and I’m ready for it to be over! This entire…