Dear Body.

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How do you feel about your body? Why not write a personal letter to your body telling it how you feel.

Dear Body,

Hey it’s me. How are you doing? I know we’ve been through a lot together, and I just wanted to tell you that you’re doing a great job.

I treated you pretty well when we were growing up.

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I never broke a single bone, and always made relatively healthy choices.

Kept you in good shape.

You’re welcome.

I know running helped.

We worked out every day together and you always kept me going.

I put you through miles 

and miles

and miles of running.

And you always gave me your all.

You never left me hanging and came through for me when I needed you.

We ran through grass and mud, on road and gravel, across cities and states.

Through all of that you hardly had any injuries.

Even though I didn’t always do a “proper” cool down, or stretched when I was supposed to, you recovered like a boss.

And for that, I’m grateful.

I did however, want to say that I’m sorry.

For all of those times through my late teenage years and early twenties.

When I said and thought those terrible things about you.

When I thought you were fat.

When I took you for granted.

When I didn’t appreciate how beautiful and strong you were.

There were times through college where I would look in a mirror and be mad at you.

Wondering how we could run all of those miles together, and I still wasn’t happy with how you looked.

And I’m so sorry.

Looking back at pictures of us throughout our college years, you were so strong.

I can’t believe I thought my muscular and tough thighs were fat.

I can’t believe I wanted you to look better than you did.

I hope you can forgive me.

If it helps, I can see it now.

I’ll never forget that time you helped me through the marathon.

Even though we had a rough moment at the end.

That fall and blackout was so scary. But even though consciously I didn’t know what was happening, you took charge and brought us across the finish line with a great time. You helped us recover quickly, and were much happier once I ate that cheeseburger.

And I can’t forget being pregnant.

You helped create a beautiful baby.

A 21 inch

9.15 pound

beautiful baby.

You helped keep him safe, and when we were ready for him to come into the world, you made the process so easy.

Afterwards you recovered so well.

It was a hard few weeks, and you were so tired from the last nine months.

When we went on our first run together after Ian, it was so hard.

Our lungs were frozen, and legs were dragging.

But you wanted more and I could tell.

We kept working out.

Slowly but surely.

We were getting back to how we use to be.

Now were busting out eight minute miles and I couldn’t be more proud.

I wish I could tell myself then what I know now.

To appreciate you more, and not be so mad when we eat an entire pint of Ben and Jerry’s.

That it’s nice to treat you to something special every now and then.

That just because you feel fat, doesn’t mean you are fat.

I’m so proud of you.

For everything you’ve helped me through.

For the tough times.

And the great times.

For everything that led me to loving you exactly how you are.

You’re beautiful and I’ve loved watching you get better and better.

I know no matter what comes our way in the future, you’ll be there to help me get through it.

 

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Get to know me

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Sitting here surrounded by Christmas lights and Christmas music, I’m thinking about what to write next. It’s been hard getting inspired to write during the holidays, and figuring out exactly what I want to write about. So I did what every girl my age does when they’re looking for something, I searched Pinterest. I was so overwhelmed and excited at the same time, so many different writing prompts that I fell in love with and wanted to share. I was definitely nervous looking at some of them though, not thinking I could write about it, or thinking it would be hard to express my feelings on the subject.

That’s when I realized what I wanted to write about..

the things that challenge me..

the things that might be hard to put into words..

the things that excite me..

I came up with this idea to “Blog to 2018.”

There were 19 different writing prompts on this page that I had found, and 20 days until New Year’s Eve. So why not write every day until the New Year? There was one day missing however, so I got to choose my post for the last day of the year.
It will be hard, challenging, and some days it might push me out of my comfort zone.

And that’s so exciting to think about.

This year has been wonderful, and I couldn’t think of a better way to end it then writing every day leading up to the New Year.
My first prompt for this project is an about me post.
Some of my favorite things, random facts, and things that you might already know.

Let’s start with the basics…

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Birthday: February 8th
Middle name: Nicole
Favorite color: Blue
Favorite animal: Monkey
Favorite drink: Coffee, Coffee, and more Coffee
Favorite Food: Mashed Potatoes
Favorite candy: Swedish Fish and Dark Chocolate
Favorite sport to watch: Baseball
Favorite sports team: Dodgers..duh
3 Fears: Spiders, Airplanes, and Heights
Something that makes you angry: People that don’t use their turning signals
Who makes you laugh the most: My brother
Go to karaoke song: Just a friend by Mario
Favorite childhood memory: Christmas morning at my grandparents house
What was your favorite subject in school: Science
Do you collect anything: Coffee mugs
If you had a warning label what would it say: Warning…talks FAST and OFTEN.
What celebrity would you like to meet for coffee: TSwizzle aka Taylor Swift
What did you want to be when you grew up: A lawyer (after watching Legally Blonde) or a Sports Journalist
Nickname growing up: Mega Moose
Favorite Book: The Fault in our Stars
Favorite chore: VACUUMING!
How many tattoos do you have: 5
Favorite Quote: “Have some fire, be unstoppable, be a force of nature.”

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Favorite TV Shows
Grey’s Anatomy
How I Met Your Mother
New Girl
Parks and Recreation
Boy Meets World
Will and Grace
Lost
It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia
Stranger Things
Friends
Pretty Little Liars

Favorite Movies
Step Brothers
How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
500 Days of Summer
Elf
Save the Last Dance
Sixteen Candles
Every Harry Potter Movie
There’s something about Mary
Frozen
Home Alone 2: Lost in New York
Up

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1. I know almost every Taylor Swift song by heart.
2. I have this weird thing with odd numbers..I hate them and I can’t have the TV volume or radio at an odd number.
3. I’ve never broken a bone.
4. I was so terrified of vampires when I was younger that I would sleep with the covers pulled over my neck just in case any were around.
5. I love cleaning. Seriously. It’s my favorite thing to do when I’m bored. Give me a good movie and I can clean and organize ANYTHING.
6. I’m 110% a morning person, I would wake up early over staying up late any day.
7. Don’t play a Drake song around me, unless you want to be amazed by the most spectacular rapping skills of all time…part sarcasm…part fact.
8. I chew on straws whenever I have them. In my coffee, water bottles, anything with a straw I’ll chew on it.
9. I hate hate hate hate black cats. It’s the only superstition I have.
10. My life goal is to go to every Major League Baseball stadium, buy a hat, and watch a game.

To sum this all up, hi I’m Megan. I love watching Netflix, drinking coffee, and rapping uncontrollably to Drake. I challenge you to write down some of your favorite things, seriously, it makes you so happy just thinking about the things that you love. I hope you enjoyed reading my first post of Blog to 2018. Make sure to come back tomorrow to see the writing prompt for the day.

Beyond Twenty Something

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Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of my blog, beyond twenty something.

A year of writing whatever I want and sharing it with anyone who wants to read it.

It may not seem like a lot to most people but to me this was huge.

Not only was I sharing my opinions and stories with other people, but I was making myself vulnerable to anyone who might think negatively about it, and that’s a big deal to me. I tend to worry about what other people think of me.

I know I know..I’m working on it.

I had started a blog prior to this one, but I told no one and deleted it after a few months. I was incredibly embarrassed at the thought of letting people into my mind and opening myself up to peoples criticism.

It wasn’t until I saw my best friend create a blog that I got so inspired. I’ve probably quoted this a handful of times on here before but my favorite thing she ever told me was..

“Do what you want and say how you feel, because those who matter don’t mind and those who mind don’t mater.”

I opened up my laptop and started writing, about my life as a new mom. The words just poured out, as easy as it’s always been for me to just write how I feel. When I was all done I felt so many different emotions. I was proud of myself for this step I was about to take, but so incredibly nervous at the same time, and then it hit me.

What am I going to name this thing?

What words or phrases sum up my life at this very moment in time?

 I went through a few and kept sending them off to my sister for approval, every one slightly better than the next, until I came to a realization.

I’m sitting here at 26….

married

a son who’s a week old

a solid job and a comfortable life.

I am more than just a 20 something.

All my life, well all throughout college at least, I’ve heard of 20 something.

That time in your life that you’re supposed to go crazy, spend money, travel, care about only yourself, and ignore your responsibilities.

According to the 20 something stigma, I was doing it all wrong.

But I wasn’t.

I absolutely loved the exact spot that I was in.

I felt like at my age, I had things under control, and I still do feel that way…

Some days.

I am a mom, there are days where I wake up and the first thing that I think about is going to bed that night.

It happens.

Living in a world where Instagram shows you that you need to go out every Saturday night and party with your friends, or that you need to live your life this certain age at 26 and not be “settled down” already, it makes it hard to think that you’re doing life your way just fine.

But I am.

I realized in that moment that even though I sit here, being a 20 something, I was beyond a twenty something.

That most days I do have my stuff together.

That I’m a wife, mom, daughter, and most of the time a responsible adult.

Adult.

Most people cringe when they hear that word.

They think that adults have no fun, zero time to do anything for themselves, get no sleep, work boring jobs, and just have an uneventful life.

That’s completely false though, except the no sleep thing.

That’s true.

Even though some days I still feel 20, I know that I ‘m an adult and I have responsibilities and stuff that I need to do.

And it’s fun.

Getting my shit together.

(Sorry grandma)

Waking up in the morning and getting ready for your job that you worked your butt off for.

 Getting to see the smiling faces of your son and husband as they get their day started.

Jamming out to Christmas music in September on your daily commute because you want to.

Knowing that you’ve created this amazing life for yourself by working hard and now you get to spend it with the best little family that you and the love of your life created.

It makes you feel like you can take on the world.

Obviously there are some days where I get stressed out and eat an entire box of brownies that I just made, those days happen.

But I know that once that day passes it’s going to be okay.

This blog is my corner of the internet to do whatever I want, say anything that I need to say, and share stories that have taught me the most valuable life lessons.

But after the first year of having it, I think I’ve just now started to realize the theme of this.

The reason behind the hundreds of words I type and the music that floods my headphones while I write.

That at whatever age you are..

Wherever you live..

Whoever you call your family..

However you choose to live your life..

That it’s okay.

That it will all be just fine.

It’s how you choose to fill the chapters of your story, and no matter how you choose to do it, it’s beautiful at the end.

And it all works out.

That you don’t have to live your life according to your age or how others think you should.

If you’d rather spend your Saturday nights curled up on the couch drinking wine and watching a Harry Potter marathon, that’s fine.

You make the rules.

You create the life you want, and you live it with all of the passion that fuels your days.

That you are more than a number and beyond capable of living your life exactly how you want to.