How to Win at Mornings (When You’re Not a Morning Person)

There are SO many birds outside this morning. So much movement.

As I sit quietly on my patio chair looking up at noisy birds in the tall pine branches stretching across the morning sky, I try to hear their chatter the way my husband does: as “a beautiful melody of nature inviting him into a bright new day”. As my blurry morning mind strives for this eco-engaged-peaceful mindset, something moves too-close right behind me. Startled, I swing around to a bird frantically taking flight from the patio lights strung just overhead. I freak out and spill my coffee.

Is the world always this awake at 7am?

I’m certainly not.

But here I am, trying, again, to not suck at waking up in the morning. Did you know you could suck at that? Well, you can. And I do.
How does one suck at waking up? Well, waking up several times and going back to sleep. Sometimes even peeling myself out of bed and across the room to go the bathroom… and then crawling lazily and happily back into cozy bed.
It’s like my snooze button has like its own little melody to my morning mind. My brain has programmed it in as the “sounds of the morning.”
Yes, yes, I’ve tried changing the ring tone.
I’ve even tried making it favorite parts of favorite songs. That doesn’t work either. I smile to the song and then snooze it and go back to sleep. Eventually I lose taste for a perfectly good song during my waking hours. The song will come on in the middle of the day and when that part comes, I feel a pang of negative emotion and reach for my phone to make it stop. Another song ruined by sucking at mornings!
But alas, I’m trying again because I’d like to become a writer. A blogger. A sharer of my words. Here. In this space.  And morning seems to be the time to do it.
We’ll see.
< Note: 4 Months Later…. I suck a little less at mornings now because of THIS YOGA SEQUENCE that I have committed to doing every morning. Yep. Every morning. And that picture is me leading some World Racers through a yoga class at 7:00am this week! Not bad for someone who is anti-structure. And anti-morning 🙂 >

Don’t Call it “A Pregnancy”

On August 1st, I shared the following on Facebook.
It was the most shared and commented upon post I’ve ever written. More popular than my world race adventures, my engagement announcement or even my wedding photos. Turns out people were touched by the sharing of my pain. So, I thought it appropriate to share my words with you here, as well. This was how the story of my loss began to unfold, publicly.
August 1, 2016
Friends & Family,
I have sad news to share.
I had been waiting to post a blog about this, but it’s been taking me longer than planned…as most things do. So, I’m opting to invite you into the story that’s playing out in my life, right here.
Today, was going to be our ‘Gender Reveal’.
At 15 weeks.

My mom had a flight to be here, the Dr’s appt was scheduled, and my best friend and I had several creative ideas on the cutest way to reveal whether Seth and I would be having a baby boy or a baby girl.

But there’s no party scheduled for today.

We found out 3 weeks ago that we wouldn’t be having a party.

We lost the baby at 11 weeks.

And my heart still hurts from that news.

I asked Mom to reschedule her flight, we packed our party ideas away in the ‘baby box’, and I guess the Dr’s office cancels future appointments when this happens. Which is why they won’t schedule you more than two appointments out, because…well… “anything can happen.”

And they were right.

A mentor encouraged me early on to call it a baby. “Don’t call it a pregnancy,” she said. “It’s a baby.” And I’m glad I took her advice.

We didn’t just end a pregnancy, we lost a baby. We lost a loved one. A very loved one, just… a loved one we hadn’t met yet. A loved one that we’d been daydreaming about, praying for, planning for, and expecting.

No…saying “I lost a pregnancy” just would not cut it.

We lost a baby. And all the hopes and expectations that come with it.

I share this with you not for your pity, but to share my heart with you. And maybe even encourage you if you’ve been wrestling through some pain. You’re not alone.
I do intend to write a blog – and I will share that with you when I do.   (5 weeks later, these words finally made it onto a blog!)
In the meantime, I wanted to invite you into my story. And to let you know that I still believe God is good and I’m holding out for hope to build again.

I think that’s really the only way to heal.

Thanks so much for your prayers and encouragement.

Near or far, I’m blessed to have you in my life.