Earlier this week, my friend Kevin shared this link on Facebook. Inspired by Secret Coders, Remembering and Relearning Myself.

Becoming a writer by writing! Skip to primary content. I decide to drive my knock around town car. From an around town errand. To a more distant Starbucks. Because it was such a lovely day. And I was nostalgic for my childhood days of Sunday drives. I arrive at my Starbucks destination drive through and get a refreshing iced coffee. As I leave the line I heard clunk, clunk, clunky clunk. I left my cell phone at home. After a bit of a .

When I woke up this morning, I figured my final post would be a reflection of my 31 days of blogging.

There is something about trekking and climbing mountains that I have always had trouble putting into words. It is hard to understand what there is to love about walking day in and day out, going up only to go down and going down only to go back up. Stopping to do the bare minimum to survive. What makes it worth the risk? Because there are plenty of risks. 8220;Pizza in the morning,.

8230;figuring it out on the daily. About This Single Mom So Far. I really want to say that we blinked and somehow here we are again, catapulted a year later into this moment without any solid remembrance of how we got here. Good Night, Good Night, Construction Site. How did I get so lucky that you picked me to share this life with? March 31, 2016.

There WILL be a NEW Tomorrow. I have been quiet for a while. Every moment I have words of worry, of fear, of potential hope running through my head. There are many visions I have for my future, some goals are for this upcoming year, while others are life-long goals.