04 April 2015

Is this thing on?

It's been over a year since I opened this space.

That's actually probably a good thing. This space was where I escaped when I was depressed. I came here to escape when I didn't have anyone else to talk to.

And you know what? Things are good.

I'm happy. I have an amazing job, with amazing kids and amazing parents.

I'm healthy. I have goals, big ones. This requires working out and watching what I eat, and most of the time I enjoy that. (And sometimes I eat what I want and skip a run, because I can.)

I have plans. Baseball season starts this week. I have a trip to London planned with my best friend.

There was a point a couple years ago when surviving each day was all I could manage. Now I get through the tough days (which are few and far between) and have a ton to look forward to.

So, maybe it's time to give up this space.
Or maybe it's time to write more.

We'll see what happens.

01 November 2013

OpEleanor, Year 3

Two years ago, Megan issued a challenge to herself and others. Using a quote from Eleanor Roosevelt, we were all challenged to "Do one thing every day that scares you." 

Two years ago, I was facing an interesting crossroads. One I've kind of been stuck in ever since then. One of my fears would be putting in to words how quickly I could see everything I've made here crumble, so I just don't talk about it. 

I live here now. That's all. That's not changing, unless God shows me a different plan, but He seems to be continuing to provide and point me towards opportunities here.

Two years ago, the idea of 30 days of facing fears was daunting. And you want to know a secret? It still is today.

However, in the last two years, I've had countless #OpEleanor days that weren't in the month of November. I've successfully completed this "30 day" (but really, lifetime) challenge for much of the past 720+ days. 

Things that were fears, almost feel like they aren't anymore. (Do you know how many times I've gotten on a plane in the last two years? I often feel like all I ever do is look at airfare!) When I face challenges in life, I have a friend who will regularly tell me to "Eleanor it". And that often helps me power through those moments. 

Some of you have followed along long enough to know how 'simple' some days are. Others are new. I would invite you to join our journey. Blog it, tweet it, Facebook it. Journal it if you need to be more private (I definitely have 'vague' days - where only one or two people might know what my fear was - and that's absolutely okay!)

Look up the hashtag on twitter and instagram - there are some incredible people doing incredible things during the month of November. I am glad to be included in their group.

13 October 2013


I've now been in Breckenridge for 29 hours. I have spent the last 10 hours with a headache, four hours ago, it got to the point that I almost passed out before dinner.

Logically, I know it was mostly because of a combination of altitude and hunger. But, I'm frustrated because I've drank a ton of water today (well over 100 ounces, in fact) and should at this point be able to handle higher altitudes.

The last time I felt this bad in the mountains was on a trip to Rocky Mountain National Park. I don't even think I did any walking or hiking, but I definitely didn't have enough water and I was absolutely miserable on Trail Ridge Road. (Or, wait, thinking about it now? I was absolutely miserable in Glenwood Springs at New Years. Like, couldn't drag myself down the hall to hang out with friends because my body was so miserable.)

We started out this morning with a four mile hike, something I couldn't do a year ago. I was actually really impressed by myself and my progress today. I enjoyed the hike, we went at a comfortable pace and K and I even ran several minutes on the way back down the trail. We ended up at an old mine and took some lovely fall pictures. I love a day when I get to take my camera out for a good walk. When we came back to the condo, we had lunch and I almost fell asleep, but was awakened with the offer of a trip into town for window shopping.

All was good until we got back from town. That's when I hit a major wall and could barely drag myself out of bed. I settled in, paid for wireless internet, and treated myself to quiet time, while wishing that I could nap. I am not a napper, generally - it's hard enough for me to fall asleep at night without messing up without messing things up with a midday nap.

I can only hope that during any and all future trips to the mountains that I can figure out how to keep myself from ending up feeling miserable, as I spend much time wishing to be in the mountains and missing the convenience of their location back where my parents live.