Broken Hearted Runner

With the exception of my years between the ages of 18 and 22 (AKA - my birthing years - when I stopped being a child and became a mother), there has never been a time in my life that has been more pivotal that the last eight months. I guess that's what mid life crisis' do for you. They flip your shit up-side-down and they give you some perspective. Over the last eight months I've learned a lot about myself. I've been angry. I've been alone. I've been in love. I've had my heart broken. I've been unemployed. I've been broke. I've been rejected more times than I can count. I've been humbled by having to go back to work as a waitress. I've learned how to survive through all of it and come out on the other side. I've found a new job. I've decided to move out of state. If you've been following my blog, you've read about all of the above times. You've read about my sorrow and my fears. You've read about my acceptanc

When I was eight years old my life was a mess. My father recently left the Navy and my parents bought a duplex in the then-developing Pasadena, Maryland. After we moved off base, my brother and I moved back and forth between 2 schools. First, we started in our districted public school. Then we changed back to the private school near the base because my parents wanted to keep us in the academy where we had been the year before. But from what I could tell, the commute and the tuition payments were too much for my parents and so finally, we were put back in the public school that we had started in the beginning of the year. Flip, flop. Also, this all happened within the first quarter of the school year. Since my father left the Navy, he found it difficult to keep a job. He had several jobs that I remember. He was a carpet layer (too hard on his knees), a cable guy (we had free cable in our basement), and an electrical tower climber (he's afraid of heights so that one didn&#

About 6 months ago I started using the hashtag #MySelfProclaimedMidLifeCrisis. Well today, I'm going to start using another hashtag #LivingTheDream. I used to have a coworker who, whenever you'd ask him, "How's it going," he'd respond with, "Living the dream."' I wondered what he meant by that and I expected that it was sarcasm - as that was his way. However, my hashtag is not in any way sarcastic. It is real and it is honest. I don't know if my readers know this, but most of the time when I'm writing, I'm also listening to music. A lot of times I'm inspired by a single line of a song, or sometimes several songs that just appear on my playlist. My post called " Lost in the Fire " was inspired by the Bastille song titled " Things We Lost in the Fire " (take a listen if you haven't - the entire album is amazing). Well, this hashtag and subsequent post has been inspired by The Lone Bellow's "