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.

 

A letter to you.

It’s been awhile.

8 years to be exact.

It never gets easier.

We just get stronger.

I could say that we miss you, but that would be an understatement.

It’s not the same without you.

I know everyone says that, but it’s true.

Our huge family gatherings on holidays, don’t exist anymore.

Maybe that would have been the case if you were still here.

Maybe with age, they would have just faded.

But I believe you were the glue that held everyone together.

You spent the later half of the evenings asleep in your chair, but you were still the rock for our family.

You always made sure I ate all of the food on my plate.

Always made sure I gave you a hug when I got to your house, and when I left.

And never put up with anyone’s crap.

You always told it like it was.

But were so sweet and kind.

Everyone who met you loved you.

You were “pops” and everyone knew it.

Constantly making people laugh.

You were such a presence.

I see so much of you in my dad.

And of my dad in me.

Thank you for that.

I wish I was able to know you longer.

I’m still so thankful for those 20 years, but it should have been more.

I would have asked you questions.

I would have asked to hear stories.

I would have asked for advice.

So much I wish I could have done.

It makes me thankful that I had those years.

That I have the memories of your suspenders and flannel shirts.

Of you in a Santa hat handing out presents to all of your grandchildren on Christmas.

The smell of burnt coffee and the image of you at the kitchen table.

I’ll always cherish those.

I just wish you were still here.

And I know that in a sense, you are.

I know that no matter what I go through in life, you’re right there.

So many things have happened.

I know you’d be so proud.

I graduated college, I know you would have just loved that.

I got married.

God I wish you could have met Jason.

Everyone loves him.

You’d probably think that no one was good enough for me.

Because you were protective like that.

I just know you two would have gotten along so well.

And I have a son.

He has your name in his.

Ian Kenneth.

And every time he’s trying to jump off of a couch or push my limits and I call him by his full name, I think of you.

You would have gotten a kick out of him.

He’s the most stubborn, loving, and free spirited kid you’ll ever meet.

Just like you.

Dad’s the head coach at McKay now too. We all coach with him.

Me, Janelle, and my husband Jason.

We’ve created such a family and such a great program.

I know you’d love that.

You were always so impressed with our running.

Telling us we got it from you.

That you held records back in Ohio, that you ran on a dirt track.

Thank you for that.

Thank you for telling us to “run like the wind.”

I got a tattoo of that, right on my foot.

Every time I laced up my shoes for a race I would see it and smile.

I know you’d absolutely disapprove of the tattoo and probably threaten to scrub it off.

But in the end you wouldn’t, because you usually let me get away with stuff.

I don’t really know why I’m writing this.

It’s not like I can share it with you, or show you.

But I like to think you’re watching.

Losing you definitely made me question some things.

Like why the good ones have to go.

It still doesn’t make sense.

But if I believe that you’re up there watching over us all.

It makes it a little easier.

I hope I’m making you proud.

I know you’re checking in on us.

After drinking a few cups of coffee and reading the newspaper.

You’re here.

I know you wouldn’t miss a thing.

Especially with your family.

You loved us all so much.

And we loved you.

After eight years it definitely doesn’t get easier.

I just look at your picture and know you’re still watching.

Smiling and looking over us all.

I hope you remember we never stop thinking about you.

And I hope you never stop thinking about us.

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Two years.

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Two years ago I decided to do something.

Something that I had done once or twice before.

Something that was both exciting and terrifying at the same time.

Sharing my feelings with the world one blog post at a time.

Without knowing it, my best friend inspired me to start this blog.

She inspires me to do a lot in life.

Thanks best friend.

I think of the girl who started this blog two years ago.

The new mother.

The wife.

The twenty six year girl, who despite what she thought, was really just starting to figure things out.

Crazy how that works huh?

You always think that you know everything at your current state in life.

When in reality, you’re always learning.

You’re always gaining these new experiences in life and meeting these new people.

You’re constantly growing.

You’re still making mistakes.

I thought I knew it all.

20 years old and I swore I knew what love was.

22 years and I thought a college degree meant that I knew everything.

24 years old and planning a wedding.

26 years old and becoming a new mother.

28 years old and finding out I have skin cancer.

Life absolutely blows my mind.

It’s beautiful really.

Just when you think you have it all figured out.

Just when you get comfortable.

Life comes up and gives you this curve ball.

It decides that you need to grow more.

That you’re doing just fine, but you could do better.

You could choose to dwell on it, or you could choose to do more.

You could choose to see it as an opportunity to grow.

You could choose to take it as a time to learn.

Even at 26 years old with a new baby boy I still thought that I knew it all.

Scrolling through my blog posts I can see so many examples of ways that I’ve grown.

I can see so many memories that make me smile from ear to ear.

So many new faces that were brought into my life that make it worth living.

I am so deeply in love with my life.

I’m so thankful for those heartbreaks I had growing up.

Those relationships that broke my heart in a million parts, helped me fall so madly in love with myself.

The millions of memories I have with my sister that could fill up an entire night sky.

The most loving and supportive parents a girl could ask for.

Those moments where I was so sad I couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, make me remember why I pushed through the dark.

The five years of coaching the most hard working athletes. Seeing them at their lowest lows and their highest highs, makes me not able to even imagine them not in my life.

The moment I realized I loved Jason, the one moment that I was the most sure of anything in this entire world.

The moment I met my son and could feel my whole world coming together at once.

Life is so stunning.

It really truly is.

There are moments that will try to make you think differently.

They will try and change your mind.

With thoughts of self pity and sadness.

They will try and break you.

Don’t let them.

Remember why you’re still here.

Remember who you love and who loves you back.

Even if it’s just one person, it’s still love, and it’s still beautiful.

It still makes life worth living.

The love from one soul can change your life.

When I was younger I was so obsessed with the thought of love.

I thought the love from a boy would validate me as a person and would make me whole.

Little did I know that I had all of the love I ever needed right under my roof.

I saw this quote once that really stuck with me.

“Were all just walking each other home.”

In the end we all want the same thing.

We all want someone.

We all want love.

To make sure we feel comfort and protection.

To give us a hand to hold in the darkest of times.

To love with everything we have.

These two years of my blog are just a small portion of my life, a life that I am so in love with.

So thank you.

Thank you for reading my blog posts.

Thank you for allowing me to share my feelings with you.

Thank you for keeping up with my rambles fueled by LANY songs and coffee.

It fills up my heart knowing that you take a few minutes of your day to keep up with my thoughts.

Lets keep it going shall we?