I miss the days when I was super excited and hopeful for the New Year. It’s not a problem with being thankful and grateful; I practice and strive for both every day. It’s more about being realistic, knowing that most life stressors and challenges are situational and that change is generally slow. It’s probably also knowing that there’s only so much time and energy in a day and that much of both goes toward adulting and just surviving. I’ve generally tried to steer away from making any huge, life altering resolutions because just the thought of making any of these seems stressful and exhausting, let alone carrying them out. Instead,…

The K Pop Demon Hunters movie and soundtrack have both been playing on repeat in our house since this summer and in my opinion, it’s one of the better movie soundtracks to come out in the past few years (next to Wicked).

If I had to summarize what’s been up over the past few months, the answers would clearly be “my anxiety” and “surviving.” The phrase “same shit, different toilet” also definitely comes to mind. I feel like 2025 has been a super challenging year in all kinds of ways. The political climate and what appears to be humanity’s direct decent into the dumpster have been sapping me of positivity and hope. It has also probably been one of my most challenging years professionally, making me question and second-guess my decision making and general life choices. As a wife and mom of three, I feel like I am constantly behind on something…

I’m a huge fan of American Ninja Warrior and occasionally get the wild idea that I am somehow young and coordinated enough to even have a chance in hell at doing such things. I went to the playground today with my kids, saw one of those zipline obstacles that connected one end of the playground to the other and suddenly thought up a super dumb idea. After second and even third guessing myself, I carefully stepped to the edge of the platform, carefully grabbed the zipline bar (I didn’t even get the recommended running start) and carefully pushed off of the platform. Well, thanks to my Mom Bod momentum and…

Well, my busted-can-of biscuits blog site has been officially put back together with duct-tape…and love.

Holistic approaches have also been a big part of my recent health journey. Superhuman protocol with red light therapy and lymph drainage really helped to balance my hormones shortly before my youngest daughter was conceived. I am slowly starting back up with these things when time allows and I am hoping to piece all of these parts together to work toward finding my long-term health plan. Health maintenance is a journey and not necessarily a destination and I’m hoping good habits will help me stick around on this earth for a while.

I was working out a few days ago when this awesome song that I’ve never heard popped up on my playlist. Just listening to the lyrics made me super emotional, which really doesn’t tale much these days (having a baby will do that). After losing 3 family members to terminal illness, 3 friends to suicide and overdose and a tiny unborn human to life’s misfortune, all within a few short years, I think it’s safe to say that grief is something that’s on my heart. There’s that horrible saying that time heals all wounds. This is stupid and inaccurate. The grief doesn’t magically get better. I have just learned to…

PSA- Living on 3 hours of sleep for days at a time from caring for an infant can lead to fatigue, depression, random crying, swearing, cold symptoms and may lead to an epic crash.