Living in my comfort zone.

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I really didn’t feel like writing today.

Not because somethings wrong.

I just thought I didn’t have anything to write about.

I was trying to think of something life changing or motivational that I could pull out of my pocket and share with anyone who reads this.

I think I was making it too complicated.

I tend to do that sometimes.

Overthink.

Obsess.

Stress.

Trying to get things done perfectly the first time around.

I’m a huge perfectionist, a type A personality, a Monica Geller if you will.

Things just need to be done the way I want them, the first time around.

Is it starting to make sense?

I thought that because nothing inspiring was going on in my life at this moment that I couldn’t write.

That’s just wrong.

I saw a quote on Instagram the other day that had me thinking.

“Nothing good comes from your comfort zone.”

Which, in a sense, is true.

If you don’t take a chance, or try something new, how do you expect to grow.

I’m all for taking chances and trying new things, they can lead to results even better than you ever imagined.

But I feel like I’m being told that if I stay comfortable I’ll never be better.

Yes, if you do everything exactly the same every single day, you’ll never change.

I feel like that’s a bit repetitive, and change every now and then is great.

But what’s wrong with being comfortable?

Is it such a bad thing?

I like being comfortable.

I like my life the way it is.

If I want to get out of my comfort zone once and a while I will, but if I like it, why do I need to change?

Every day we’re told that we need to change.

Our hair.

Our weight.

Our style.

Our workout routine.

Our diet.

That we need to be more outgoing.

That we need to take risks, chances, and live this crazy and carefree type of lifestyle.

That we can’t let anything hold us back while chasing our dreams.

But can we not have goals while living a comfortable life?

Can we not dream these big dreams while living in our comfort zone?

I call bullshit.

Being a mom, wife, daughter, sister, and working an 8 hour job every single day should’t take me out of the running for living the life I’ve imagined for myself.

I have goals.

I have dreams.

I can still accomplish those things while living a life where I find comfort in my every day routine.

I want to write a book someday, that’s my biggest goal by far.

And I can still do it if I’m comfortable.

I think sometimes you can make yourself uncomfortable.

You can change things up a bit, or even go for something bigger.

That’s okay.

But it’s also okay to return back to your comfort zone.

Having a place where you feel comfortable and at home is perfectly ok.

In a world of social media telling us to be one way or another, I feel like more often than none I’m being made to feel like I’m not normal for being normal.

That if I’m comfortable somethings wrong with me.

When, in fact, I feel like being comfortable gives me that comfort that no matter what I’m trying to do, I’ll have a place to fall back to.

I’ll always have a support system and place to call home at the end of the day.

Getting out of your comfort zone is okay, and encouraged most of the time.

But there is something good that can come out of your comfort zone, a beautiful life.

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Top 10 Taylor Swift Songs

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If you don’t like Taylor Swift, I want to preface this by saying sorry. I’ve written over 1500 words on my favorite Taylor songs and I have no regrets.

I was first introduced to Taylor Swift when I was a junior in High School. I was 16 and she was 16. Her songs were my life, and I related to each and every word. I was so amazed.

There was someone out there who was singing my life, the words in my head and the feelings in my heart, sung by someone my age.

I related to everything.

Every two years, in the heart of fall, she would release an album that continued to grow with me. There was always a song for every moment in my life.

If I had just gotten dumped, there was a song that could capture every teardrop I wasted crying over it.

If I met a boy who drove me crazy, that I was madly in love with the thought of them and the possibility of what could be, there was a song for that.

If I had just turned 22 and needed an anthem, there was a song for that.

Taylor just got me.

I think we all have that artist, who we can always relate to, or who makes us feel a certain way.

Taylor will always be that for me.

So I decided to write my fun day post about my top Taylor songs.

Yeah you heard me, a whole blog post about my top 10 Taylor Swift songs.

She’s a big deal.

So here it goes people, you’ve been warned.

I don’t take this stuff lightly.

  1. Picture to Burn- Taylor Swift – This song brings back one of my favorite memories growing up. I had just broken up with the boy I was dating my senior year in High School. It was a bad breakup and I quickly realized that he was such a waste of time. I was driving to school with my sister after getting coffee, while we were listening to our favorite country music radio station. The DJ’s were talking about ringtones and wanted people to call in and let them know what their ringtones were and why. Mine just so happened to be Picture to Burn, for obvious reasons. I thought it would be hilarious to call them up, and sure enough someone answered on the other end. They asked me what my ringtone was and why. The guy loved it and asked me if they could put me on the radio, my heart sunk. I was so nervous. Next thing I know I’m talking to the radio station DJ’s that I listened to every morning. I told them that my boyfriend, who was two years younger than me, left me for someone else. They proceeded to bash him and told me I deserved someone my own age. Seriously the coolest thing for a heartbroken seventeen year old.

    Favorite Line: I realized you love yourself more than you could ever love me.

  2. The Way I Loved You- Fearless – I feel like this song doesn’t get enough love with Taylor Swift fans, or swifties if you will, some of you may not even know what it is. The song compares two relationships, one is perfect and polished and everything you think you want. While the next is crazy, emotional, and exhausting. It’s that relationship that drives you insane but you love it at the same time. I liked a boy who did this to me, until the point where it wasn’t good for either of us. I remember listening to this song over and over again during that summer. Comparing this relationship to my last and replaying things in my head. To me this song shows something that’s real for a lot of people. Getting in those relationships that you know you shouldn’t be in, but for some reason you love the madness, you love how crazy it makes you and how it’s not easy.

    Favorite Line: It’s a roller coaster kind of love, and I never knew I could feel that much.

  3. Sparks Fly- Speak Now – Oh how I love this song. Honestly, it’s number one in my book. Back in the day when you downloaded music from sketchy sites I found this weird recording of Taylor Swift singing a song called Sparks Fly. I loved it, but the quality was so bad that I couldn’t hear much of what she was saying. This was super early in her career just after her first album. I would listen to it all the time. When I saw the track list for her third album a few years later I freaked out, I couldn’t believe it. The song I admired for so long was finally going to be here, in all it’s beauty. I remember playing it whenever I was crushing on someone. Thinking about everything they did that captivated me and consumed my every thought. I can still see the car dance party sessions with my sister singing our hearts out to this song.

    Favorite Line: I’m captivated by you baby like a firework show.

  4. Enchanted- Speak Now- I love this song. How she sings about the feeling of meeting someone for the first time and not knowing what to do with yourself. You feel a connection and can’t stop yourself from thinking about them late at night. It represents that fantasy of stealing glances with someone from across the other room and suddenly you’re thinking about what you might do on your first date. How your mind rushes with excitement, fear, and hope that one day this might lead to something magical.

    Favorite Line: The lingering question kept me up, 2 AM who do you love.

  5. Last Kiss – Speak Now – The Speak Now album came out fall of 2010, I was a Junior in College. I was dating someone who in the end really didn’t care. He didn’t believe in love the way I did, and he didn’t believe in us the way I did. I think I had built it up in my head to be more than it could have actually been. I wanted it to last so bad. After we broke up I would just pop in my headphones and listen to this song on repeat. Not only was it a sad song about breaking up and going on with the rest of your life without each other, but it meant more for me. It reminded me that here I was making this sad song about him. I was still thinking about him, while he wasn’t doing the same. He wasn’t heartbroken. One of the last lines of the songs says “you can plan for a change in the weather or time, but I never planned on you changing your mind.” This part always hits me so hard, how someone can just change their mind and decide that they don’t care anymore. And how, in that moment you decide, you don’t care either.

    Favorite Line: All that I know is I don’t know, how to be something you miss.

  6. All Too Well – Red – I lied when I said speak now is my favorite, this song is my favorite. I don’t care how lame it sounds,  but this song gives me goosebumps. It reminds me of fall and starting over. How love falls apart and picks itself back up. How you can be so angry and hurt from someone and want to tell them more than anything. That they hurt you, and broke you, but you remember it, you’ll never forget it and you’re stronger because of it. That they might have broken you for that second in time but you’ll be ok. That you don’t need them anymore.

    Favorite Line: And you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest.

  7. Wonderland – 1989 – This is another song that I feel like doesn’t get enough love. It plays off of Alice In Wonderland a little and sounds almost whimsical at first. The more you listen the more you realize that it’a about a relationship that goes wrong suddenly. How at first you’re in your own little world, and suddenly you realize there are people watching, whispering, and wanting to have a say in your relationship. I’ve definitely felt like this in a relationship once, and certain people around us wanted to try and get involved in it. I remember one time specifically in College, I was dating someone for about a year and one of our “friends” told him one night that I was a terrible person and there was no reason he should be dating me. Those type of people make it hard, they make you think you can continue on in your relationship when you clearly can’t.

    Favorite Line: And we pretended it would last forever.

  8. Dancing With Our Hands Tied – Reputation – I had waited so long for this album and I loved it right away. The whole thing is mature and it doesn’t seem like Taylor’s trying too hard. Dancing with Our Hands Tied is all about being in that relationship where you’re so consumed with the person that you don’t realize everything that’s holding it back. You want nothing more than to be with them but everything else is telling you that it won’t work. How you’re with each other together in impossible circumstances. But I mainly love it because when Ian and I have dance parties, this is one of his favorites.

    Favorite Line: I’d kiss you as the lights went down, swaying as the room burnt down.

  9. New Years Day – Reputation – After all of the other songs on the reputation album, I was not ready for this one. It’s so sweet, so subtle, and captures a relationship perfectly. In the age of hookups and tinder dates it almost makes you feel not normal for being with your now husband for four and a half years, or being completely content with the relationship you’re in. How life can happen and be wonderful, with your best friend by your side. That you’re not quite sure how it’ll go but it’s worth it with someone you love by your side.

    Favorite Line: Don’t read the last page.

  10. Teardrops On My Guitar- Taylor Swift – This was the original t swift song for me. I remember listening to it in high school when I liked someone who had no idea I existed. Completely hopeless and besides myself. I feel like every girl who loves Taylor Swift had their “teardrops on my guitar” moment. When they were so madly in love with the thought of someone who they felt like they could never have.

    Favorite Line: I wonder if he knows he’s all I think about at night.

There you have it folks, 1772 words on my love for Taylor Swift and my favorite songs.

If you made it this far, you da real mvp.

I just love everything about her.

How her words are forever engraved in my mind.

I grew up right along side her and her songs.

And you bet I’ll be rocking out at her Reputation tour this May.

See you then Tswizzle.

P.S I’ve linked the songs below if you want to give them a listen.

You’re welcome.

Top 10 Taylor Swift Songs.

 

I like to chase things.

It’s true.

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I like to chase things.

I realized this on my run this morning.

I had stopped for a minute to catch my breath and another runner came running up by me.

I decided to give him a few seconds to get a head start.

And in my head it was a race.

I pushed myself a little more, to try and get him.

I had no idea who he was or why he was running.

But for this moment, he was my motivation.

You see, I’m easily motivated by chasing people or things.

If I have this goal that I can see, I want to do everything in my power to get it.

When I was younger and running club track, I use to get so excited by medals or t shirts.

If the top finishers of a race got a medal or t shirt I would push myself harder than I thought I could, just to get that prize.

Things.

They give me a reason to try hard, something to try and obtain.

Growing up I had this built in competition.

Even though I can only count on one hand how many times I’ve beaten her head to head, she’s my motivation.

Most of the time I don’t beat her.

And that’s ok.

I would be in the middle of the race and I could see her in front of me.

It would help me keep my eyes up and focused.

I wanted nothing more than to get her.

People.

Giving me someone to chase down, a reason to push myself.

I realized on my run today that I am easily motivated by people or things.

By the art of chasing them down.

Pushing myself harder than imaginable to try and get them.

It’s a challenge.

And I love that.

Maybe that’s why I love running.

It’s a challenge every time.

Even when you’re running by yourself, if you come up on some innocent runners, try to pass them.

It might sound mean, but it’s not intended to be.

It’s just a form of motivation.

In anything you do, it’s important to find something that motivates you.

A person, thing, or goal, anything that will make you want to push yourself that much more.

Motivation is key if you want to get anything done.

It’s that simple.

If you want to lose 10 pounds but have zero motivation to go to the gym or start eating healthy, it just won’t happen.

That might be harsh but it won’t.

It’s so important to find one thing that motivates you, just one thing to get yourself that much closer to your goal.

For me, it’s people or things.

Something that can get me instant satisfaction.

That’s how I am, I have to get things instantly.

Zero patience.

But I’m working on that. 

It’ll be different for everyone.

Free t shirts and passing people motivates me when it comes to running but it might not do the trick for you.

That’s when you need to sit and think.

What do I want from this?

What will make me run that much faster?

What is my goal?

It can be something so simple as you just want to be better.

That’s how I see it.

Pushing myself to catch people or things, will make me better in the end.

If I pushed myself to get top three in a race so that I could get a medal, I usually ran a fast time.

If I focused on beating my sister in a race but didn’t end up catching her, I usually still had a great race because I focused on moving up and running faster.

Find that thing that motivates you.

Or if you know what it is, embrace it.

I realized on my run today that I love chasing people.

I love actually having something in front of me to try and get.

A person.

A thing.

Something that pushes me that much harder.

That ignites the fire inside of me.

You fall, you get back up.

Oh how I love Sunday’s.

Mine are usually very simple.

I don’t set my alarm and let Ian decide when it’s time to get up.

Make a cup of coffee.

Or two.

Ian eats.

We plan dinners for the week.

I tidy up the house.

We do laundry.

Get stuff ready for lunches during the week.

And watch football if it’s on.

But my absolute favorite part about Sunday’s are my runs.

Jason is a champ and always volunteers to take Ian with him to go grocery shopping so I can get a run in.

I drive to my favorite spot and lace up my shoes for a run.

I’ve been doing Sunday runs every Sunday for a few months straight and it’s something I really look forward to.

It’s my little bit of time that I get to just do what I love doing.

However today was different.

It was unlike any Sunday run I’ve had.

I ran at my usual spot and decided to take a different route.

I was cruising down the pavement about a mile in when I saw a familiar looking path.

It wasn’t too muddy so I decided to venture towards it.

After a few minutes I quickly realized that I was wrong about the “wasn’t too muddy” part.

I kept having to switch to different sides of the path.

Whichever side seemed to have less mud.

Every step I took I went deeper and deeper into this little mud pit.

I had to shorten my stride to limit my risk of falling.

Every new path I approached I had to ask myself..

Will this path be easier?

Will this lead me back to the pavement I wanted so badly to reach?

Finally I got to this spot that looked like it was going to clear up.

I came up on a friendly man and his dog, and as I passed him he told me to have fun.

I didn’t really think anything of it but thanked him for his advice,

Next thing I know I’m taking this extremely sharp turn and land flat on my right side.

Phone in hand.

Hand straight in a pile of the thickest mud.

I just sat there in the mud for a moment to take in my embarrassment when I realized where my phone was.

I grabbed it and jumped right up.

Don’t worry it was fine.

I stood there and just looked at myself.

I could have been mad at myself, or sad that I just fell full speed in the biggest mud pit I’ve ever seen.

Not literally but you try falling in mud and not thinking it’s the biggest mud pile ever.

As I paused my watch I noticed my friend with the dog from earlier was taking the turn.

He asked if I was alright.

I just kind of laughed and answered with a yes.

I told him I didn’t do a very good job of avoiding the mud and was off.

I still killed my run.

I wasn’t bleeding and nothing hurt.

Yes I was covered in mud.

But it was kind of funny.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

Falling in the mud is hilarious.

And when it happens to you, you can’t help but to pull a tswift and shake it off.

If you fall, you get back up.

It’s as simple as that.

I’m taking this lesson and bringing it into my week.

I know it’s going to be a busy week for me at work, and that’s ok.

If anything goes wrong.

If anything is hard.

If anything just brings me down.

I’m going to put a big fat smile on my face and get back up.

I go on a run every Sunday.

This has never happened so far.

But it did today, and that’s ok.

I fell but I got back up.

I’ve found that I’m a creature of habit.

I can hear my husbands laugh from here as he reads this.

If something goes wrong or doesn’t happen the way it’s supposed to, I’ve been known to let it get to me.

But today I didn’t.

And I was so proud of myself.

It’s those small wins.

So take this as a reminder that whatever might happen this week, if you fall, get back up.

Keep on going and don’t let it get to you.

Shake it off.

 

A breakthrough

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It’s been almost three years since I’ve ran a race.

I’ve run so much in my life.

I’ve ran almost every event in Track.

I’ve ran so many 5k’s, 10k’s, and a few half marathons.

I’ve even done a marathon.

That was all up until May of 2015.

My life consisted of running non stop for thirteen years.

Then I took a break.

I got married, was pregnant, and had a newborn.

It was a three year time period where I ran a few times here and there but not consistently.

And that was my problem.

Consistency.

I wasn’t running consistently.

This summer I decided to change that.

I started running a little.

A mile or two turned into three or four.

Then four four turned into five or six.

Next thing I know it’s November and I’m hitting 8:30 miles.

When I first ran after having Ian I was at about 10 minutes for a mile.

Which isn’t bad at all, it just wasn’t what I wanted for myself.

For someone who could go under five minutes in her prime, it was discouraging.

Being able to crack an 8:30 mile made me feel on top of the world.

Then it was eight minutes per mile.

And 7:40 after that once for a three mile run.

That was the only run where I went under eight minutes miles for a whole run.

I decided to sign up for the 10k today back in November.

It was a race I’ve done probably six or seven times before.

It was a flat course, fun, and I got a shirt out of it.

I love getting shirts from races.

I’m not going to lie, I was super nervous.

I had set a goal of running under 50 minutes, because if I stuck to eight minute miles I allowed myself a little bit of wiggle room to slow down if needed.

When setting goals I like to make it achievable and realistic, because that’s who I am.

I kept telling Jason my hard to reach goal, was to place top three in my age group.

I was going to be bummed if I didn’t’ honestly.

But Jason kept telling me “this is your own race, worry about yourself.”

And right before the race I was talking to my mom, I told her that there were some quick people out there, her response?

“You’re doing this for you.”

And I was.

It was for me.

I was the one training for the past few months.

The one who realized that her knees weren’t as strong as they used to be.

The one who had just had a kid fifteen months ago.

This was for me.

I got to do it alongside two of my favorite athletes I coach, that made it so enjoyable.

It was their first 10k and introducing them to that race was so fun.

When the race started I took off, in typical Megan fashion, a little faster than I wanted.

In my defense however, I wanted to get ahead of the pack.

Once I felt good I decided to stay at the pace I was at.

I felt okay.

And I was so excited.

I told myself to treat it like two separate three miles runs.

Out three miles, and back three miles.

Honestly the first two miles were the hardest.

I realized that I was running 7:16 pace and had to stick to it.

But that’s the thing.

I could.

And I was.

I was out there running faster than I had planned, and it was crazy to me.

That I was doing it.

Each mile I just kept talking to myself.

That’s it Megan.

One more mile down.

You’re almost there.

Don’t slow down you’ve got this.

I’ve ran that course so many times, so much that I knew when the finish was coming.

I knew when there was only a mile left.

I could feel my body wanting to slow down, but I wasn’t going to let it.

I turned the corner and I could see the finish line, but that wasn’t the best part.

I heard my mom, my dad, my sister, and Jason.

Cheering for me like they’ve always done.

As I was passing them feeling stronger than ever I heard Jason say, “go mommy” for Ian.

That’s when it hit me.

I’m running this race as a mom.

I’m running 7:30 mile pace as a mom to this amazing baby.

It was such a great feeling.

Realizing that my body could make this beautiful baby and then turn around and run 7:30 minute miles just 15 months later.

I was so proud of myself.

So stinkin proud.

After I crossed the finish line I took my participation medal with so much pride.

Normally they’re just a medal, but this one is probably one of my favorites.

A local runner that I’ve known since I started running came up to me and told me that it was good to have me back.

And I was.

Back to my old running self.

And it felt amazing.

I crushed both of my goals.

I ran a 47:15 and got first place in my age group.

Something I’m so incredibly proud of.

And the coolest thing?

I went back and compared my times to what I ran back in 2014 and 2015. Back when I felt like I was in great shape and working harder than I was now. I was so close to those times and paces.

2014.2015.2018.

2014 I finished with a 45:26 and 7:21 mile pace.

2015 I ran a 46:39 with a 7:31 mile pace.

2018, three years later after having a baby, 47:15 and a 7:37 minute mile pace.

I’m not normally super cocky, but I’m a badass.

The end.