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Ahh. Sweet, sweaty, sticky summer has descended upon Dallas in full force.
I feel there are two types of people in Summer. Those who go gaga over it and those who retreat inside until it’s once again sweater weather. I’ll admit, I tend to be the latter. Unless a pool, lake or ocean is within a few feet of my over-heated, panicking body, you can find me resting comfortably inside away from the underboob sweat.
Summer comes with a lot of pressure. Have you guys scrolled through Instagram lately? Does no one work in the summer??? I think I’m doing something wrong that I’m not always rafting at the lake, drinking a beer next to a beach bonfire, or lying starfish on some unicorn raft in a glittering pool.
I’m often guilty of showing my best life on social media. I think we all are. “Oh, look at what fun I’m having! Weeeee!!” I should start a project of daily life pictures. Dirty dishes in the sink? Boom. Ludwig filter. The third day in a row with no bra? You’re welcome, Valencia. Yes, Netflix, I am STILL watching Criminal Minds. Hotchner looks gooooood in Lo-Fi.
Okay, you get the point. It’s hard not to get sucked into the beautiful world of Instagram. It’s hard to go about our days constantly on point, constantly trying to succeed at this whole “adulting” thing.
But, succeed we do. For the most part. I thought I’d give you, my lovely readers, an update on my adulting challenges as of late. Why not? If anything, hopefully, you’ll get a good chuckle.
Here goes nothing…
Words are a writer’s best friend, except when they’re shit.
Ah, writing. My escape. My happy place. My ulcer-inducing love. Let’s be honest here people. As much as I love writing and creating new characters and plots, it’s hard. Sometimes insanely hard. Do you know there are times when I sit at my desk and just STARE at inanimate objects waiting for the words to come? Pens. Sharpies. A cute owl pencil sharpener I have. They just stare back, offering nothing, except small whispers telling my deranged ass to get back to work.
I’m deep into book two. I’m hoping to give it to my agent soon, and hopefully (DEAR GOD, PLEASE) it will be the book that launches me into publishing. I love my first book. It will always be the first book I ever wrote. My baby. And maybe one day you all will see it. But we’re having to move forward with different works. If you told me six months ago this would be the outcome, I would have sobbed. Shut down. Had a pity party (Okay, I still had a little pity party). But, I’m okay. This is the way publishing works. It’s hard work! It’s a tough industry to break into. But my first book taught me so much. It got me a wonderful agent. It made me a writer.
Apparently, Zika is still a thing.
So, a few weeks ago, I went on a family trip to Playa del Carmen. It was a beautiful, fun time (minus the rain). We explored the town, swam, ate local cuisine, and visited multiple ruins. We then flew home, and the next day I had an appointment with my fertility doctor to start talking science + baby plans.
Imagine my surprise when I found out a trip to Mexico = 6 months of fertility treatments on hold. Hmph. You can call me an idiot if you want. I should have asked before we went. I should have looked into it more. All I read (from multiple sources) was how cases of Zika have majorly dropped off in the last year. So, I went and ate tacos and drank Sol without a care in the world.
I was pretty bummed to put our plans on hold. I had gotten to a place where I was ready to face the hormones, needles, and uncertainty. But, everything happens right? (Not for a reason, sometimes things just happen). After I shed a few tears for my ignorance, I started to focus on how I can spin this into a positive. It gives me time to finish book two, both on my own and the edits I’ll do with my agent. It allows me to settle into my new nursing job and really feel comfortable in my role without overloading myself. And it gives me a sort of deadline. I LOVE deadlines. It’s really the only way I accomplish anything. I now know I have until the end of the year to accomplish all the little goals I set. Then, once I complete these goals, I can enter into hormone hell with a clear and fresh mind (hopefully.)
Since I, apparently, am meant to stay barren for another 6 months, we all might as well enjoy some of these beautiful effing pictures from Mexico. You’re welcome.
Screaming body=unclog your ears and listen.
Time for some honesty. The past couple of blog posts, I was riding the Beachbody train hard. Toot! Toot! I still love Beachbody. The workouts are tough but energetic. I’m never bored. And I never have to go to a gym. BUT. I went from being a sedentary salamander to attempting an 80-day challenge that required working out 6 days a week. And most workouts are an hour long (oh boo hoo, I know).
Hehe. Silly, Kelly.
I hit a wall around day 46. I don’t know what happened, but I literally woke up one morning and said, “EFF THIS SHIZ.” My knees felt like those of an 80-year-old. Every time I bent down, I worried I’d never rise to my full height again. I’d be like the old guy from the movie Up. I even found myself shuffling down the hall. SHUFFLING PEOPLE. My body hurt. And not necessarily in a good way.
So, I took a break. Some might say I failed. But really, I just listened to my body and realized I was pushing the ‘ol gal a bit too hard. I stepped back into doing a different array of Beachbody workouts 3-4 days a week. And I’m super excited about a new program they are starting soon called LIIFT 4. It’s 30-minute workouts, 4 days a week. That’s where it’s at, am I right?
Besides the slight hiccups above, life has been pretty sweet. This week I finished my state required training to become certified as a Sexual Assault Nurse Examiner. I despise that there’s even a need for such a role in life, but I am truly enjoying being a part of the team at Parkland. There is a huge nationwide shortage of SANE nurses, and I’m proud to join the cause against sexual assault, abuse, and sex trafficking.
In Mexico, I finished one book and started and finished another. I adored both of them for completely different reasons as they are completely different books. But both champion the strength of women while thoroughly entertaining the reader. Check them out below! Great summer reads.
Circe by Madeline Miller
The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang.
How is life going for you? What adulting challenges have you faced lately? And how did you conquer them? Let me know in the comments below!
Until next time,