Faith's Findings

Every year I write a New Year's and/or birthday blog. This year is no different, except that 2016 & 31 go together and it is a bit late. So, here goes... I've been reading a lot of original and shared posts about 2016 being a terrible year and people feeling accosted by the year. 2016 was an eventful year for sure---when looking on a global, national, and spiritual scale. But to say it was the worst personally, I just can't. I can't look back be ungrateful or sad about what this year has been. Without all of the tragedy, I cannot appreciate the beauty. I cannot appreciate the growth in society or in myself without tragedy. I know this maybe sound odd, but 2016 was a year of growth. It was a year where I learned to choose me, and not in a selfish manner.  In 2016, at the age of 31... ...I ended a relationship and said to my friends "I feel like I just said no to getting married and having children." But, what I said no to was settling. What I...

30 There it is. Staring me in the face------taunting me. Laughing that sinister laugh. 30 "Age is just a number." "Age is a state of mind." “You will be a real grown up now.” “Thirty is the new twenty.” “Everything starts falling apart after 30 hits.” I've been told both of these recently when mentioning my dread of turning 30. When I've pictured 30, it never looked like this----seriously. 30 30 looked a lot more June Cleaveresque, not this modern, independent stuck-in-a-world-where-literally-everyone-around-me-is-June-Cleavering-it-up view I'm living. And instead of having 1-2 children running around or at the very least a sparkly ring on my hand, I'm texting my bestie about freezing eggs and sperm donors (By the way, we're curious.  Is there a magazine of donors one chooses from??) 30---if I keep saying it, it will become easier to swallow, right?!?!  Thirty-Thirty-30-Thirty-30-Thirty-30 “And so I...

So, I joined a new gym and this gym came with a family. I was leery of this combination, but it is definitely growing on me. I know there are a lot of stigmas and negative connotations that come with the word “Crossfit.” While some of the memes are true and I can laugh at the lingo, while I use it, I am writing this post to give a new perspective on something I never saw myself doing. This perspective comes from someone who has never been considered “sporty-spice,” “athletic,” or someone who just enjoyed working out. There was a stent of running, but I got bored. And if I am completely honest, I get bored with the whole scene. I’ve never been a skinny person, nor have I ever thought I would enjoy lifting---weights that is and on purpose, too! I mean, I don’t want to get bulky! If you look back to previous posts , you will find my heart being poured about the struggle with body image, health, and weight. The struggle is real---and not just for me. Last year, my life changed---y...

        Today is my last day as a 28 year old. I usually do some type of birthday blog where I recall the year; however, this year it would have definitely been similar to the  New Year's blog . I had thought about not writing one this year---I mean, who would really notice?--but here I am "inspired" by one of these small moments in life.       28--It was a good year! Within this last year, I feel like I really became comfortable in my own skin. I was more honest with myself, which overflowed into those around me. I allowed myself to feel--to take a chance--to fall and to fail. Did I get my heart broken? There are not words--yet--to describe it, so I will simply say yes. Did I fail at certain goals? Yes but I got up and started again. Did I succeed in some goals? Yes, so I have made new ones. The point is: I am still living, learning, changing, and growing.       In 2014, I told myself I would try a new, more rigorous workout. S...