Get real {personal}

You might not know me, but is it OK if I get a little personal here? If you mind, go ahead and turn the other way. It won't bother me.

You see, I committed to a group of other moms (and to myself) to devote a little time to myself in this space. To "getting real" once a month with a little bit of my own life. The nitty, the gritty. That kind of thing. So here goes round two in the blog circle. Check out the next link in the chain, Nina Mingioni, and end up back here if you like.

We took a long road trip and survived. Road trips with children are about as real as it gets. 

On the way back home, he rocked my cheap sunglasses, played "smell my stinky foot" and "I can't see me" by hiding under his blanket, and took a decent nap. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't totally in love with the way he wants to bring his "blank" all over the place. Is it weird that I've been aching for him to have a "lovey" since he was born? Probably. But at least it's something I can wash and stitch back together if it falls apart on me.

Anete and Lynn, some friends of mine, invited me to see what their CrossFit class is like.

Watching these ladies, it struck me how they had to be both physically strong and strong within themselves to overcome the self-doubt and fear that would otherwise hold them back from trying at all. It's incredibly powerful to witness women be in and of themselves. And seeing the triumphant joy on their faces when they accomplished the unexpected? Pretty much the best way to begin a Saturday morning ever, if you ask me.

It also made me feel like maybe it's all a matter of lifting weights. The invisible ones. Unwieldy things we carry around that wear us down. You know the ones. Somebody didn't love you enough, or they loved you wrong. Or your life hasn't turned out according to plan. Throw those suckers above your head and let out a hells-yeah. Or weasel out a what-up-bitches little smirk if you wanna. Either way. You're badass, even if you don't know it yet.

That's all I got for this Saturday.

Live briefly, and fail. That's how it's done. Peace.