I feel as though I’ve been in labor for months!

The last little while, I’ve been having some good ideas. What’s makes them good? They get me motivated to make some important changes and I’m able to fill pages and pages in my notebook with more ideas that build around that one central idea. I get that feeling, deep down, that if I don’t write down my idea, I’ll explode… implode?… whatever.

The point is, the idea gets my juices flowing, and I love that.

The problem is this: I’ve been doing this for months now, and even though I’m excited about this handful of ideas that could potentially change my life’s direction, make me happier, more productive (I’m such an addict for productivity!), and even change my financial future, I stall.

That feeling of stalling is what throws me into sadness, frustration and sometimes even anger (fuck! as I throw my notebook at the wall). But I know I’m not the only one who experiences this regularly, which is why I’m completely comfortable mentioning that these feelings have been a very real experience in my life lately.

I want change. I’ve never been the kind of person who hooks into just one idea or thought or emotion, although I admire people who do. I want to go from being an idea-starter to an idea-closer. I want this so much that I’ve decided to add it to my List, which scares me, because I don’t want to necessarily give this idea a false deadline and push it out before it’s ready (we’ll call this premature labor.)

I’ve been waiting to birth that one. big. idea that I believe in so much, it will almost destroy me not to see it through to fruition. I want that feeling so badly.

This ever happened to you, dear readers? I would love to know!

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Fluttering

Today my belly fluttered over the top of my pantyhose. More like plumped, less flutter. But I’d rather flutter than plump, or plop, any day. So let’s just say it fluttered, for now.

I work in an industry of beautiful people. Beautiful women, more specifically. And while this should technically give me a complex, it doesn’t, although believe me, the potential is there to be thoroughly, wrist-slittingly depressed about the state of my fluttering belly. The women I research, write about, talk to and present to the masses aren’t only beautiful, they’re fit. Very fit, and extremely driven.

Oddly though, it’s their drive I covet more than their bodies, which is why I didn’t fret over the flutter this morning. I know from personal experience (read: I achieved my goal and added two inches to my biceps last year) that a perfect body is attainable with exercise and the right things on your plate. This is true, I am not brainwashed. I’ve worked in fitness since I was a teenager, so I not only speak from personal experience, I preach from a professional one as well, which I know, I know, makes me slightly more annoying in a know-it-all kind of way, but it’s who I be. So, there. It’s been said.

Moving on.

A lot of my day is spent chasing: Chasing interviews, photographs, articles, tid bits of useless information, model releases and products. Even though I don’t leave my desk for the better part of eight hours (although I do get up to pee, a lot) I spend the majority of my day chasing things or people or both. I spend so much time running after things I don’t need or care about or want. I am exhausted by the end of the day. That’s not to say I don’t have energy to go out and do other things post-workday like house hunt, stroll Roncesvalles with Rob or teach a yoga class- there are some things I always muster the energy for.

But, and I’ve been asking myself this as least once a day for the last 30 days:  If I find myself in the same place I was yesterday, where exactly is all this chasing getting me anyway?


flut⋅ter

  1. to wave, flap, or toss about: Banners fluttered in the breeze.
  2. to flap the wings rapidly; fly with flapping movements.
  3. to move quick, irregular motions; vibrate.
  4. to beat rapidly, as the heart
  5. to be tremulous or agitated
  6. to go with irregular motions or aimless course: to flutter back and forth.
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