Adventure #33, Day Two

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I think so many things about day two.
I started with a walk to town.
And made it a second day of  healthy Halloween.
See insta below.

I picked out a weeks worth of new herb protein powders to try - dairy free, gluten free, sugar and sodium free.

We'll see.
I didn't buy a lot, just single portions.
And we'll test.

I also found some coconut milk, instead of almond milk.
Just to mix things up.
I'm going to move my green shake to the morning and my bode burn to lunch.
Which means...
I'm going to have fight Monday morning...caffeine free.

Oof.
We'll be okay.
I'm looking forward to Halloween tomorrow-not for passing out candy or anything like that, but for our afternoon all school parade.  And salmon. :)
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Adventure #33, Day One

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The absolute best part of this blogspot?
The anonymity it provides.
I can say what I want.
How I want.
To whomever I want.
And there it is.

And so.

Here we go.
I'm off on another adventure.
It's beginning today.


Ironies aside, today is almost over.
The beginning walked in quiet.
In a pile of dirty dishes.
A vacuum whirring and the sound of texts pinging back and forth.
I found it in an old picture.

The one above actually.
One of the last few times I had actually...seen myself.
And known something had to change.
It had been the worst year of my life.
The actual worst year.

And the year that followed would be the best.
But.
I didn't get to relish in that adventure.
It was relished for me.

This adventure.
33 and half day one?
Is the beginning of a  really critical one.
I want it documented.
So that sometime down the road, when the steps are rockiest, I have a place to remember when they weren't so bad.

When everything was as clear as it was this day.
When Mr. Matt wrapped his arm around me, inside of Shelton Hall's top floor to say goodbye.
Another summer at the Boston Ballet in the proverbial books.
I ponder in some random way the life lessons that job taught me, the people it brought into my life and the wanderlust I have for that time and those people, but knowing that as Wendy did from Peter Pan, we grow up and move on and hope to hold to the shortest of tethers the people and places that really mattered.

Life.
As it so often does has changed so wonderfully in the weeks and years since.
But the journey, has oft gone undocumented.
And so. dear reader, from here on out.
I'll have something to say.
And today, is just the beginning.

CrossFit Family

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Since I've started this journey of a thousand miles, I never completely comprehended how dramastically (bahahahaha), my life would change.

Ehem, drastically and dramatically.

:)

I was certainly not happy.
Not even close.
But outwardly to the world?
No one ever had a clue.
People saw me as resilient and cheerful.

Life of the party.
Bad day?  You'd want me around to help you see that the sun will rise tomorrow.
My faith in God and his plan was deep.
And unwavering even in my darkest hours.
And believe me, last year, this time, things were pretty D-A-R-K.

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If I had to measure my value, or self worth this time last year?
Negative 3.
Negative.

I had no self worth and worst of all, the mirror and the scale OWNed me.

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Obviously - things are changing.
I'm growing.
I'm learning.
Opening up.
Sharing.
Loving.
Working out.
Generally, I'm on the up and up :)


And it all FEELS so very GOOD!

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That all being stated, I'm not doing any of it alone.
I couldn't be.
I don't think you try to change your life on your own time and time again and fail, and then one day wake up and suddenly you can change.
SUPPORT networks are my personal key to change.
I've never had one.
Never knew I was missing one.
I have incredible friends.  But.  No one that really sits in my support team corner

Support teams are different.
When they speak, you listen and process.
You reflect.
You discuss.
They love.
They ask you to look at it from a variety of vantage points.

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And so, where did I find my support network, you ask?
Because if you know me, it's not my family.
It can't be.  
They need their own support network and that's not going to be me anymore.
And I just said there is a big difference between friends and support.
One word changed my life and provided support.

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Crossfit.

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My "box", my coaches, my trainer, my team.
Changed.
My. 
Life.

They've become my family.
Going to my box everyday is like going home.
I leave my house and head to my second home and for a few short minutes, I can be the warrior.

That's my name, you know?
At the box, the warrior can come out.

And I can jump rope and sit up.
And I can run and row.
And I can lift and dream.

And I am free to be me.
Imperfections and all.
And boy howdy, can I be imperfect.

My crossfit family has saved/changed my life.
And while that may seem a bit of a big thing to say - I guess it's more important to say that I'VE SAVED my own life.
I have.
And the warrior who lives within, gets saved everyday by a family of people who really know nothing about me or my journey.
Just that I work hard.
Every day.
And finish.
And try for standard.
And do my best.
And that, is why they love me.

And even more, why I love them.

☮, Smiley, ♥,
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