Always trying to do the right things for my kids, but never actually doing the right thing for myself.

Coping and not thriving

Two years ago,

I am sitting on a large gray rock at the beach, in New Zealand.

Painfully out of breath.

Chest heaving.

3 Steps away from a coronary.

And I heard that small voice inside of me speak again. A voice that I had been ignoring for a very long time.

“What if you could still be the fittest, fastest, and strongest that you’ve ever been in your life a…