I quit.

 

I’m quitting.

You may care.

Or you may not.

But I’ve decided to quit blogging.

Sort of.

It was one of my resolutions for 2018 to start my book.

I’ve talked about it a handful of times on this blog.

But it’s my biggest life goal.

(Besides visiting every major league baseball stadium)

This whole “Blog to 2019” challenge felt very forced this year.

That should have been my first sign.

I had trouble coming up with blog post ideas.

And when I did, I didn’t want to do any of the ones I came up with.

Except the ones that were posted so far.

Those were all special to me and I wanted to do them.

They weren’t supposed to go up until later this month, but I wanted to write them.

I made a decision to follow through and post those ones but quit after.

And that’s what this post is.

It’s my notice that I’m quitting.

I interviewed my grandma last week.

When I asked her what she wanted from me in life, she said she wanted me to write my book.

It hit me.

Hard.

Despite what I want to think, my grandparents won’t be around forever.

And if she wants me to write this book.

I’m writing this book.

So she can read it.

I’ve had one idea in my mind for awhile.

Then another.

And a third idea.

I never told anyone those ideas.

When interviewing my grandma I mentioned that I had a few ideas floating around and she said something that I’m not going to repeat.

She said something that gave me my final idea.

She inspired the theme of this book.

And I won’t tell anyone.

No one knows except me.

And it’s going to stay that way until it’s done.

If she remembers what she said, my grandma might know too.

I’m going to be stopping this blog challenge early to write my book.

I’ll keep writing for my blog.

But they’re going to be monthly book writing updates.

That’s about it.

I have a strict timeline in my mind and I have to get to work.

Sorry if I let anyone down.

If anyone cares.

But it’s whats going to happen.

I’ve made a “word” for the year.

A word that I’m going to live by, and a word that’s going to help me reach my goals.

And that word is pursue.

I’m going to be 30 in a little more than a year.

And that’s crazy to me.

I only have one more year of being a twenty something and I need to make it count.

This blog made me so comfortable with writing.

It made me never want to stop.

I can’t believe that people like reading it and care enough to keep reading it.

I hope you’ll read my book too.

I’ll update everyone on here as my book comes.

This blog won’t go away, it’ll just be taking a mini vacation.

I don’t want to completely disappear from it without an explanation.

So here it is.

I’m quitting my blog to pursue my dreams.

Bye for now. ❤

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2018 Resolutions Review

I’m posting my resolutions reflection post a little early this year.

You’ll find out why tomorrow.

For the last two years I’ve written New Years Resolutions and try my hardest to accomplish them.

I’ve found that writing them and putting them out into the universe holds me accountable.

It reminds me every day of the things I sat out to pursue for the upcoming year.

I made some tough ones last year, but worked so hard to try and make them happen.

2018 New Years Resolutions.

Run another half marathon– This one was hard. I trained my butt off. I worked hard all winter, spring, and summer. I really wanted to run this half marathon near Portland on the fourth of July. I started out so fast and was really pumped for the race. It wasn’t until mile 7 or so when I started getting dizzy. I really thought about quitting, and honestly, I probably should have. I finished along side some strangers who passed me along to my sister and husband to finish. I spent the next hour in a medical tent. It definitely wasn’t my favorite experience of the year, but it made me really appreciate how hard I worked. It made me realize that no matter how hard you try and prepare for something, it might not always work out. And that’s ok.

Take a road trip- I accomplished this one during March of this last year. My little family took a road trip to Seattle. We got a cute little house and spent the weekend exploring the city. It was so much fun and Ian did so well experiencing new things. It turned out that would be the first of three times I would visit Seattle this year, and I loved every single trip.

Watch 52 Movies- Ok…I suck at watching movies…we all know this now. It turns out that I don’t have as much time as I thought I did to watch 52 new movies. In fact, I think I might have only watched 20 or less. I definitely found some new favorites, but also found that there were others things I would rather be doing. Some of the ones I really enjoyed were; When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless in Seattle, Top Gun, and Dead Poets Society. My favorite though, was Shawshank Redemption, if you haven’t seen it you need to!

Work on my patience- This one is hard. How do you track ones patience? I’ve found that when I’m aware of what’s going on, I’m better with my patience. But in the heat of the moment I definitely air on the side of impatient.

Learn something new- Here’s where we get a little out there. This resolution kept nagging me all year. “Megan….you better be learning something new!” Honestly I kept trying to force myself to learn something and it never stuck. It’s when I randomly stumbled down a horoscope website that I started researching more and more into my horoscope. And not just that, different signs such as your moon and sun sign, along with your birth chart. In no way do I live by any of this, I just decided to start looking into it all and I think it’s insanely accurate and fascinating.

Daily Gratitude- If I had to grade myself on daily gratitude I’d give myself a C. I’m 50/50 when it comes to writing down things I’m thankful for. Not that I’m not grateful for things, I just have a hard time taking the time to write it all down.

Save Money- Again, I would give myself a C for this one. Did I save money? Kind of. Did I go crazy and buy random crap that I didn’t need? Not really.

Be Spontaneous- This one is the resolution that I’m the most proud of. I had been wanting to visit my best friend in Missouri since she moved a few years back. But you see..I hate flying. Just the thought of it terrifies me. I was having a bad couple of days and really just needed something good to happen. I texted my husband, looked at her work schedule, and next thing you know I’m booking a flight to St. Louis. Probably one of my top three moments of the year and one of my favorite decisions.

Start to write my book- See tomorrow’s post.

Don’t be so hard on myself- This will forever be a work in progress for me. I tend to be a people pleaser, and want to make everyone happy. I tend to be hard on myself if people aren’t happy with me. Which is so messed up if you think about it. Just because someone else has randomly decided that they are upset with me or don’t like me, unless I have done something wrong, that’s their issue not mine. This was a constant struggle all year and will be for awhile. But i’m trying.

2018 was a great. Just like the previous years.

But next year needs to be different.

Next year will be different.

It’s the year I turn 29.

The last year before 30.

It’s going to be a big one.

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The Best Relationship Advice.

I don’t think I ever went to my parents for relationship advice.

Okay, that’s a lie.

I remember asking them how to break up with someone once.

I would usually tell my mom when I liked someone but it was still hard for me.

I know I know..

Hard to imagine that my parents also dated growing up.

That they too had failed relationships that they learned from.

And a marriage that’s going to celebrate 30 years this month.

When asking for any advice to be answered on my blog this question came up.

Relationship advice.

Very broad but I was excited about the idea of it.

I have been in some failed relationships, and a very successful one for five and a half years now.

But I wasn’t fully convinced that I could give the best relationship advice.

I mean I can.

And I will.

But I know two people who could also give some pretty good relationship advice.

My parents were lucky.

They knew pretty soon into their relationship that they wanted to get married.

They were only 20 and 21 when they said “I do.”

And they’re still going strong 30 years later.

Are relationships easy?

No.

But my parents have shown me time and time again what love and a good family can look like and do for you.

I decided to ask them to come up with some relationship advice for my blog.

I thought it would be fun to get advice from a couple I admire.

So if you dread the idea of asking your parents for relationship advice, or want some words of wisdom from me and my awesome parents, keep reading.

Advice from my dad.

Marry your best friend.

Say “I love you as much as you can, every day.”

Laugh and have fun together.

Compliment each other as much as you can. 

Look forward and be excited to see your partner.

Laugh and cry together.

Advice from my mom.

Always say I love you when you leave for work, during the day, after work, and especially before bed.

Even if you don’t agree on something, always tell your partner you love them anyways.

Work as a team, especially with kids.

Communication.

Always listen.

Honesty.

Advice from me.

Laugh as much as you can with each other.

Be with someone you can’t imagine life without.

Never change who you are.

Love will come when you stop looking for it.

Make time for each other.

Say I love you before bed.

I’m going to end this with my favorite piece of advice from my mom.

It was from one of my first blog posts.

I was mad at the world after I got dumped by my college boyfriend.

I was so concerned with what could happen next.

With who would love me or if I would even find love.

My mom said to me, “Before you can love someone else, you have to love yourself.”

And to this day it’s my favorite piece of advice.

The second you stop looking for love and spend time learning to love yourself.

It will come.

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An Interview with my Grandma.

Today’s blog post will be a little different.

In thinking of different things to write about for this month I decided to switch it up.

I don’t think people my age talk to their grandparents enough.

Myself included.

Visits for holidays don’t count.

We need to talk to them more.

Learn about them.

Ask them questions.

They created our family, and without them we wouldn’t exist.

To this day one of my biggest regrets is not asking my grandpa more questions.

For Christmas a couple of years ago, I gave one of my grandmas a book.

More like a journal.

In it I wrote out different questions.

Questions about herself.

Questions about her childhood.

Adulthood.

Life with my grandpa.

Life with my mom.

Every question had a few pages for her answers.

And I asked for it back when she’s done.

That way I can forever have it.

I loved the idea and it will always be one of my favorite gifts given.

I realized the other day that I never gave my other grandma this opportunity, so I decided to turn it into a post.

I wanted to ask her questions to get to know her more.

I obviously know my grandma.

I spent so much of my childhood with her.

I idolized her.

She introduced me to coffee, country music, and day time television.

I spent most days after school at her house growing up.

Until I got old enough to do after school sports.

I wrote up a list of questions and sat down with my grandma and asked them to her.

She knew it was going to be for a post and loved the idea.

We didn’t just talk about the answers to my questions. We talked about so many different things.

And it was so nice.

So here it is, and I hope you enjoy it.

My interview with my grandma. ❤

Me: What’s your full name? And why were you given that name?
Grandma: Betty Lee Everetts, and I was told growing up that I was named after the Betsy Lee Mine since I was born in Montana.

Me: Do you remember the day my dad was born?
Grandma: Not a lot, it was a long time ago. I remember being in a lot of pain.

Me: Do you have any regrets?
Grandma: I wish I could have finished school. I only went to school until I was 12, my dad wouldn’t let me go to school after that. I had to work.

Me: What are you most proud of?
Grandma: My kids.

Me: If you could change one thing about the world today what would it be?
Grandma: I wish people would get off of their phones. Every time you get together people are always on them, I wish they were never invented.

Me: What do you want for me in life?
Grandma: I really want you to write your book.

Me: What was I like as a kid?
Grandma: Oh my gosh you and Janelle would talk so fast, I always had to ask what you were talking about! Half the time I couldn’t understand you two.

Me: What was your childhood like?
Grandma: We really didn’t have much money. For Christmas each year I would get the same doll just in a different dress. By the time I left home there were 12 of us all living under the same roof.

Me: When you were in school, what subjects did you enjoy?
Grandma: I really liked math.

Me: Did you have any pets growing up?
Grandma: I had a black curly haired dog, but I can’t remember it’s name.
Me: My dad said you guys had a turkey when he was little?
Grandma: Oh yeah we had that turkey! We also had two cats when you were little, Sugar Ray and Boomer. *Best cats ever*

Me: What big events in History do you remember?
Grandma: I remember when President Kennedy got shot. We were living in Aumsville, I was pregnant. I was watching TV and saw it happen. I ran and told Grandpa and he didn’t believe me.

Me: What’s the most rewarding thing about getting older?
Grandma: That I can still function, but not as much as I want to. That I still have my mind.

Me: What was your favorite show growing up?
Grandma: Well we didn’t have tv growing up..
Me: Duh Megan
Grandma: I loved listening to radio shows like The Shadow and Nick Carter. But now I love watching what’s left of my soap operas.

Me: What’s your favorite color?
Grandma: Green

Me: Favorite flower?
Grandma: Tulips

Me: Favorite food?
Grandma: Everything.
*Woman after my own heart.*

Me: Who was your favorite singer/actor?
Grandma: Elvis, Johnny Cash, Debbie Reynolds, Jane Powell, Elizabeth Taylor.

In interviewing my grandma I found out the most fascinating thing..

That she lived in New York.

I had no idea.

Maybe I did, but I really don’t think so.

My grandma left home when she was 19. She said her dad told her that only rich people lived in New York so she wanted to live in New York. She lived there for a little less than a year.

My grandma lived in Oklahoma, New York, California, and finally in Oregon.

It was actually on a greyhound in the middle of her travels where she met my grandpa.

Now this part I knew.

Being the persistent man that he was, he wouldn’t stop talking to her until she gave him her contact information.

While she was in New York she decided to move to California with her friend.

Her friend came down with the flu while she was there and she needed a new place to live.

That’s where my grandpa called her and said “hey want to move in with me and get married?”

She thought..sure why not.

And that’s how a marriage that lasted 53 years started.

My grandma is a strong person.

One of the strongest I know.

She may not like it, but my nickname for her is “crazy.”

It’s the perfect description of her.

She’s so full energy and spunk.

She’ll tell you how it is and maybe not what you want to hear.

But she’ll always tell you what she’s thinking.

She loves her family so much and is very independent.

I hope you all enjoyed this and I hope she does as well.

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Blog to 2019 Day 3: What I learned from Running.

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Running was my world.

It was the one thing that wouldn’t let me down or hurt me.

It was always there for me no matter what.

It was the one thing that made me feel like I could do anything I ever imagined.

Running made me feel like I had super powers.

I started running track when I was 12, but it wasn’t until the next year when I started running the 800 that I would fall in love with the sport.

Every time I ran a new PR I felt like I was unstoppable.

And it felt so great.

Putting in the work and trying your best during a race, and watching it pay off with a new PR.

Nothing could beat that feeling.

Or the feeling or nerves in your stomach the day of the race, the twitching of your leg on the starting line a race ready to go at any moment. The burning in your lungs after you’ve given everything you have, to the feeling of pure joy when you take first place.

Running has taught me so much in life.

  1. To give everything you do your whole heart. No matter what I did in running, I always saw my best results when I gave everything my whole heart. When I remembered why I ran, who I ran for, and how much the sport meant to me. Give heart to everything you do.
  2. To try new things. Running led me to coaching, and it’s by far the best thing I’ve gotten from running. In the middle of my coaching career I was asked to coach something that I knew little about, hurdles. Coaching hurdles gave me the opportunity to learn so much about the sport and to coach some of the best athletes I know. Those kids continue to make me a better coach every single day.
  3. Value your friendships. I met my best friend late in life while running. I was entering in my senior year in college and she was starting out on the team as a freshman. We quickly bonded over the way she said “crick” and me dragging her across the football field. I soon realized that she would be the best friend I needed. She helped me through so much that year, and continues to do so.
  4. Your family is always there for you. My parents went everywhere for our races. If we were there, they would be too. I don’t know if I’ve ever told them this, but if I was in the middle of a race in the middle of a race I would sometimes tell myself out loud “you got this Megan” or “were so proud of you” as if I were them. Their words of encouragement always got me through hard times.
  5. Things just won’t happen, you have to work for them. This one speaks for itself, but I always got great success from running when I gave it my all. The winter before my senior track season, my coach decided to have me do daily doubles. Nothing crazy, but I would just do three to four miles in the morning and our regular afternoon practice on top of that. That track season after my doubles was by far my best season. Putting in that small amount of extra work in the mornings while everyone else wasn’t, made me so much better. If you put in the work, you will get results.
  6. Don’t be afraid. Some of my best races came from not being afraid. Where I didn’t let the fear of someone beating me, or the fear of the pain from pushing myself get in the way of my success. Where I just took a deep breath, and let my legs take me to the finish line. Don’t let any fear hold you back from accomplishing what you’ve worked so hard for.
  7. You’ll never please everyone. This one was hard for me. I found myself in college trying to make everyone like me. My biggest fear was the girls on the team not wanting to be my friend or thinking I was weird. It wasn’t until one day when a girl on my team told me she would never like me or be my friend, where I finally realized that people won’t like you, and that’s ok. It’s not your job to please everyone.
  8. You have to fall to get back up. Some of the most memorable races for me were races where I ran bad. Races where I literally fell or didn’t even try. I can remember those races vividly. I can remember everything I did wrong and how I felt at that very moment. But if it wasn’t for those races I would have never had the good ones. I would have never known what to do to be better, or what failure feels like. Failures nice, it’s good to feel failure, everyone should feel like a failure. It makes you stronger, it makes you never want to experience it again. It makes you better.
  9. Sometimes you have to put other people first. My entire junior year in track was dedicated to putting my sister first. My coach had me rabbit most of our races, meaning my whole purpose was to get her faster. It was hard. Our entire track career she was faster than I was. I only had a few times where I actually beat her, so having to swallow my pride and solely run to get her faster, it was hard. But it was also so rewarding. In doing that, I qualified for the conference indoor and outdoor meet that year in the 800, an event that wasn’t mine, it was the event I would rabbit Janelle in. In rabbiting for my sister, I bettered myself. I even got pretty good at it. I ran a lifetime PR in the 400 while rabbiting her to a spot at Nationals. It’s very rewarding to help others succeed.
  10. You have to be your number 1 fan. I got super confident my senior year in high school, I kind of had to. I was coming back from my worst season ever and had to pump myself up any way that I could. I got super into rap music that year, Lil Wayne to be specific. I would put on my headphones and go into my own little world where I was unstoppable. It carried into my freshman year in College for Cross Country, and kind of took a break through the middle of my college career. It wasn’t until my senior year where I found it again and never let it go. You have to pump yourself up. You have to be your number one fan and hype yourself up. Be there for yourself. Give yourself the confidence you deserve.

I will forever be grateful for running. It gave me so many memories and gave me experiences that I will always treasure. And I’m so thankful that I get to now coach and teach these lessons to some extremely deserving kids. It’s the best thing I got from running.

Blog to 2019 Day 2: How to be unapologetically yourself?

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How to be unapologetically yourself?

By far one of the toughest questions I’ve ever been asked.

By someone who I really admire.

I asked people on Instagram the other week if they had any advice for me.

This was the first question I got.

It definitely left my puzzled.

What does it even mean, to be unapologetically yourself?

And do I somehow reflect that to others?

That I am truly unapologetically myself?

Because I wasn’t sure if I was.

I literally question everything.

I doubt myself.

And I wouldn’t say I’m confident.

Far from it, and that’s been a struggle since I was 17.

But I own that.

I own these faults.

I own my mistakes

Because they make me who I am.

Those times I chased down love that didn’t exist.

The times I followed others hoping it would lead me to myself.

Everything I’ve done in life made me who I am right now.

Every scar.

Broken heart.

Mistake.

Has formed the person who I see every morning in the mirror.

And I love her so much.

She’s been through some tough shit.

But she knows how to own it.

You kind of just have to accept it.

Accept those things that you think are flaws.

Those are you.

Because guess what?

We all have them.

Maybe some worse than others.

But we’re all messed up.

We just live in this weird time.

A time that our parents didn’t have to grow up in.

Where all you have to do is pull up Instagram or Facebook and instantly lose self esteem.

People are going to try and tell you that they’re life is perfect.

And it’ll leave you questioning yours.

You might not realize it but it totally does.

Here’s a secret.

None of us have perfect lives.

Why waste your time being so worried about having everything perfect? Or worried about how others perceive you?

My dad never sugar coated things for me as a kid, and I will forever be grateful for that.

I take so much of that into my own life.

Why sugar coat who we are?

Why say that we’re happy and fake these perfect smiles when we’re having a bad day?

Embrace the mess.

Embrace the shit.

Embrace the “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing” because that’s you.

That’s where you learn who you really are.

If you’re going through a hard time, take it and run with it.

Don’t shut it down.

Don’t cover it up with filters and happy Instagram captions.

Embrace it.

Because that’s what life is.

It’s about making mistakes and learning from them.

Having broken hearts so that you can learn how to put it back together.

Feeling like you’re completely at rock bottom so that the top feels that much better.

It’s ok to be broken.

It’s ok to be messy.

Nothing’s wrong with that.

Feel that pain.

Really feel it.

Take it and remember everything about it.

So that when it’s gone, you take something from it.

And in the end you can look at yourself and your life and be happy with it.

Even if there are faults in it.

Because there will be.

There always will be.

But you can’t question yourself because of it.

It’s your story.

At times it may be tragic.

It might leave you not wanting to finish it.

You may slam the book shut and refuse to except how it’s going.

But don’t do that.

Pick it back up.

Keep going.

Stay strong.

Because there’s a happy ending.

You just have to wait for it.

It’s easy to look at the lives of others and wonder how they do it.

How they clearly seem to be living this perfect life.

Or how to seem to be completely themselves.

Just know, they struggle too.

And it’s ok.

I think in order to be unapologetically ourselves, we have to accept that.

That were not going to be perfect.

That not every picture is going to be Instagram worthy.

That some days you’re going to cry three separate times before noon.

You wonder if you’re doing a good job.

If you’re going to be okay.

And you will.

Just take every little thing about your life and accept it.

Stop living life for the acceptance of others and live it for the acceptance of yourself.

Do it to make yourself happy.

Do it in spite of everything that’s hurt you.

Everything that’s tried to break you.

Just be yourself.

Be that person who gets too emotionally involved in things.

Who loves love.

That person who has gone through so much and is better because of it.

Once you start embracing the beautiful mess that you are, you’ll really surprise yourself.

Hope that helps. ❤

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Blog to 2019 Day 1: Introduction

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I cannot believe it’s that time of year again.

Actually I can.

I start counting down to Christmas in September.

I can believe it’s that time and let me tell you..

I

AM

PUMPED.

I live for the Christmas time.

For the peppermint flavored everything.

And Elf all over TV.

For Christmas music on the radio.

And lights on everything.

This is my time.

It wasn’t until the middle of December last year when I was trying to think of a blog post to write.

I had this idea to write a blog post every day leading up to the new year.

To challenge myself and force something out of me.

To get myself out of my comfort zone.

I’m all about that life.

Not all about being out of my comfort zone, to clarify.

But trying to get out of my comfort zone.

There’s a difference.

That challenge was so fun for me.

So obviously I had to do it again.

I’ve just had the hardest time coming up with what to write.

I wanted to prepare a list before I actually started writing.

I brainstormed.

Checked Pinterest.

Asked people for help.

And originally decided on 31 ideas.

Most of them were not me.

I could have written them, but they weren’t me.

They would have been fake.

To try and fit some “blogger” model and I don’t want to be someone else.

I want to be me, it sounds more fun.

I want to write.

To feel.

To express myself and not try to be someone I’m not.

The ideas that I have this year are like last year.

Me.

Not someone else.

Not to get ahead of myself, but I think that’s important.

To be you.

Not some person that you think you should be.

Or that others want to see.

These posts will be me.

They will be whatever I want.

So thank you.

Thank you for taking time out of your day to read what I write.

It means so much to me that people read it, let alone like it.

If this is the first time you’re reading something I’ve written, thank you as well.

I hope you stick around.

I appreciate you reading my posts and appreciating me for who I am.

Below I have 10 random facts about me for your reading pleasure.

I hope you enjoy this years blogging challenge, Blog to 2019.

10 Random Facts.

1. I strongly believe that Home Alone 2: Lost in New York is better than the original Home Alone.

2. I cannot swim.

3. I would love to be a contestant on The Wheel of Fortune..that show is my JAM.

4. If you asked what my favorite movie is I’d say Shawshank Redemption, but it’s really Step Brothers. **if you get this friends reference high five to you**

5. My favorite type of dessert is a warm brownie.

6. I know an insane amount of song lyrics.

7. I’m a very type A personality, just call me Monica Geller.

8. My Hogwarts house is Ravenclaw…Gryffindor’s are overrated.

9. I love re-watching shows on Netflix. It takes a lot for me to try something new. Definitely a creature of habit.

10. I still believe in Santa Claus.