Hey there. Yeah, I know, I’m guilty of neglecting this blog :(.
8 years in, and I don’t know what else to say! Actually, I’ve been working diligently on my new podcast and currently creating a couple of new course and campaigns that I will reveal later this fall.
In the meantime, I’d love to get YOUR input. What should I talk about? What do you need to know? What are you struggling with? If I don’t know, I can’t help you.
Sure, you can let me wing it, but if you have 5 min to spare, you can answer the questions on my new reader survey. Thank you so much for helping me craft more relevant content for you and the rest of my loyal audience.
So it’s literally the 11th hour on Daylight Savings Time, and I’ve decided to participate yet again in #NaBloPoMo this year. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve thought about blogging every month since my last post in the Spring, but would feel overwhelmed and move on to some other whim… Anyhoo, there are prompts I can use but I will spend this month catching you up on some notable events in my life this year, since I’ve been MIA.
Today I’ll make this uncomplicated and talk about something in my top-of-mind. Running. (Surprise!)
I have made some great accomplishments this year with my runs, including my half-marathon on “Labor Day Eve.” But as much training and effort as that took, I am just as proud of a much shorter running feat I accomplished yesterday.
I ran a mile on the treadmill at a challenging pace nonstop for 10 minutes. For me, that is a huge deal. I think my intermittent progression runs of 1-2 miles have helped me with this. I even ran at hotels when I traveled last month.
I did a half to check it off my to-do list, thinking I’d never want to do another. But I probably will. Next time though, I’ll see if I can get into a group training program to use a coach. And I will also finish all my long runs so that I half feels a little easier (I stopped at 10, thinking that was good enough based on advice I got from a few other runners). During the race, when I hit 10 miles during the race, my legs started screaming at me.
What I am grateful for is choosing a place where I had family support. My mom and sissy were there to cheer me on, even though it was hot and sticky. Training in hilly Hotlanta helped my effort, but I still did a lot worse pace-wise than I planned. I saw the 2:30 and the 2:45 pacers pass me eventually, and…. oh well. I finished. I did it!
In a recent post I mentioned that I accepted a publishing proposal from Brown Books Small Press for my forthcoming self-help teen book, entitled, “What’s Wrong With Me?.”
That was premature.
I talk about empowerment day in and day out, but what could be more empowering for this project than to take the reins and make sure I don’t get taken? Continue reading “I’m Doing My Own Thing”
This post is my 100th post for this blog. Never mind that it took me two years– it’s an accomplishment I’m proud of. I couldn’t have planned it any better, as I just climbed over 1,000 Facebook friends a few days ago.
The First 1,000
Out of the 1,000+ friends I have on Facebook since joining in 2008, I have personally met and conversed with about 80% my FB friends either in person or online before “friending” them (many through school, church, and blogs). The other 20% of my affiliations are bloggers, coaches, and businesses I support or otherwise want to patronize. If I accepted someone as a friend that I didn’t know well, I often place them on my limited profile list as soon as I confirm them. The Limited Profile list has restricted privacy settings.
Continue reading “Social Media Milestones: My 100th Post and 1,000th Friend”
Three-ring binders of loose-leaf paper. Composition books. Diaries with locks.
A countless number of these notebooks and makeshift journals have held my innermost thoughts since I was 13 years old. These artifacts helped me gather my thoughts and get back into my teenage mindset as I began the process of writing my book, which is for teen girls of today. It was amazing for me to read through all of my thoughts and feelings, as I wrote in vivid detail about the different situations I went through. To see my growth and transformation. To see the types of people I was drawn to, and how I let them treat me. To see how I felt about myself, my family, and God. To remember things that I forgot. To realize all that I’ve learned since then. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time with everything I know now, because I would have made better choices. Continue reading “Why I Write”