Why did I start a blog….



Probably because I have gone back and forth about blogging for a while now, I have asked some fellow bloggers what they thought and I got:

“well you should have a purpose”   “what are you going to blog about”   “who are you trying to reach”

Honestly, I don’t have one purpose, no direction and no specific group I want to target. I’m sure in this crazy game we call life, I have the same issues that thousands more struggle with on a daily basis. Why not share them!? Get through them together?! Strength in numbers…. or something like that!

The struggle with dating – kissing frog after frog, hoping that eventually you’ll run into your other half in some magical movie way ::insert bumping into each other walking down the street and falling magically in love:: Can it happen?! ABSOLUTELY.. reality is you’ll be lucky to get a “sorry, excuse me”

The struggle of turning 30 and believing you should have your life all figured out. I turned 30 and have never been more confused in my life. I have a job in the food and beverage industry, where I have spent the majority of my career. Don’t get me wrong, it has its ups and downs and has taken me places and introduced me to some incredible people I am thankful to have in my life. I have gone to school or taken classes for just about everything. Culinary Arts : Personal Training : Property Management : Massage Therapy : Just to name a few. I’m no closer to figuring out what I want to do for the rest of my life than where I was at 18. I still contemplate moving to an island and opening a beach bar/restaurant/gym/yoga/massage/surf shop (that would totally be a winner ~ you just added it to your bucket list, don’t lie)

It’s coming up on a year since my father passed away. An incredible man who touched every single person that he came in contact with, who lit up a room when he walked in and made a life where no one would ever believe if something bad was said about him. It’s been a tricky emotional year. For anyone that has ever experienced a great loss you can relate to finding your way back into day-to-day life, which is never the same.  With every part of my soul I want to make him proud, and be his successful daughter that moved a thousand miles away from home to make something of herself.

The struggle of my love of food and craft beers combined with my hatred of cardio (I do it anyway, follow my IG for daily motivation – no really, it’s good stuff) and trying to understand why my booty gets smaller and my thighs won’t. Someday it’ll figure out what it wants to do, until then I’ll keep eating my gummy bears and running 5 miles a day.



You, if you’re still reading. The you out there that can read this and relate to me and say “Hey! That’s my life” In a world that’s filled with billions of people, it’s easy to feel alone. When in actuality, we’re all dealing with the same ol crap.

So lets all sit back, relax with a glass (or bottle) of wine and remind ourselves that eventually we’ll figure it all out.



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