Welcome back. This is part three of a three part series on the question of ethical fitness business ownership and operation during the Coronavirus pandemic. You can read part one here, and part two here, if you haven’t already. Hi again. Thanks for seeing this thing through and getting to part three. It’s a lot, … Continue reading CHECK YOUR PRIVILEGE: PART THREE
And that thing leads me to another good thing, and another, and another. I do work hard, I do sweat, I do move my body in ways that challenge me, but I do it on my terms, for my purposes, and because it feels good to ME. I choose to create momentum that builds a pathway to movement for and with my body because I deserve to FEEL as amazing as I already am.
No matter how hard I push that brake pedal, nothing happens. The car keeps moving, barely slowing down.
“You think can just entirely get rid of something about yourself?” I recently heard a someone say, “No. Whoever told you that is a liar!” “Well no,” I’d replied, “I just keep thinking that if I work hard enough it will like… go into remission or something.” Ha. I guess it kind of works like … Continue reading Ain’t That Some Shit
Get clear about why, craft your possibility of what, and . . . FUCKING ASK FOR IT.
I’m sitting on my couch late at night on a Friday reflecting on this year, its lessons, its pain, its growth, and looking for the light parts. Looking hard. I’m here in maternity sweatpants with a sweater stretched over my bouncing and expanding belly, wearing a messy bun and practically no make-up despite having gone … Continue reading TAKE A LOOK AROUND
Before this fuck-up of a year is over, I wanna talk about the “E” word You know, the E word. The one that gets you hurt, in trouble, puts your foot in your mouth, the stick up your ass, and your cart in front of your horse. THE, E word. Expectations. No, not the great … Continue reading GREAT EXPECTATIONS
No, not Santa stories. Not Hanukkah stories. Not even family blooper stories, although all of those do get shared as well. Instead, it’s the stories I tell myself...
And, I’ve been holding onto this premise that there is some magical exception to the rule, and maybe I could be it. I suppose I believed that if I tried enough varieties of shit, put my time into testing them out and paid my dues, then I’d get to live the rest of my life basically shit free.
It’s how I’ve been able to see the other side of the struggle, and love them.