Life is just a series of weekends….

As I sit here writing this blog and watching my children sleep, I realized how many moments pass because I am so focused on the next day or activity. This week, I have found myself wishing it was the weekend. Trying to remember the details of what happened on Monday and Tuesday and realizing that I can’t! Partially because I suffer from mom brain and because I willed those days to go by so quickly because I have been in such a rush to get to Friday.

But, why? Why are my days and moments sped up just to get to another day? Why can’t I be present in the moments that I have right now? Big questions for 1 am, but here we are. Or here I am rather. My baby girl will be six months this month (insert actual tears here). Every day I say, “man time is flying by” or “why are you growing so fast”. Well duh, right? If I pray for every day to go by quickly just so I can get to the end of the week, of course she will be growing really quickly too! It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put those pieces together. In my haste to be done with my work week, I am missing important moments in other aspects of my life!

Now I just want to slow down! I want to go backwards and catch every moment that I have missed in each area of my life. Talk about sensory overload! I know, it is impossible, but just really take a moment to think about that. What if you could go back to those stressful days that you wished would just hurry up and end already and just take advantage of every moment? Instead of rushing the day past, why not take a few minutes in that day and do some self-reflection or advancement? Listen to a podcast on making each moment count, think about a way to make yourself better in those moments instead of rushing them!

This is exactly what I need to do. From today forward, I refuse to be in a hurry to get to the next day. I am going to live in the present and not be so concerned about the next day. I want to make all of my time every single day count. It sounds sort of like a fairy tale. Cue the cute life is all butterflies and rainbows music, give me a beautiful dress, nice backdrop and of course some cute animal that sings with me and knows all of the moves to my little musical number. But why can’t it be that way? Why can’t we just take a second to be amazed at the fact that we get 24 hours a day, 7 days a week? That means that we have 10,080 minutes each week to take advantage of!

Take advantage of each one. Trust me, I get it. Sometimes work, school, or parenting can be challenging, but even those moments are worth it. If every day you danced in daisies and hid behind waterfalls, you would never truly be able to appreciate the moments that go well. Unless your job is to do those things and if so, just know how jealous I am of you. But, we can all look for those daisy dancing moments and take advantage of them. When you’re constantly rushing time, you miss those moments and so many more. Today, I am going to take a few deep breaths and just make these moments count. I mean, I am already down 2,880, so I need to make the most out of the rest of them!

I just need five minutes....

I never realized how important having a few minutes to myself was until I had kids. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending as much time with my kids as possible, but sometimes, mama needs time to just take two deep breaths in a quiet place. Growing up, I was always content just being by myself reading a book or doing homework (think kid who rides to the party with her sister and then spends the whole time reading in a corner). Yep, that was me.

Fast forward…..

here we are today, 2 kids in and the only time that I have alone is in the shower, and even that is questionable at times. There is nothing more relaxing than trying to soothe a crying baby and make sure your toddler doesn’t jump off the bed while trying to rinse soap off of your body. The past few months, I have found myself not even trying to find time for myself, I am talking not even attempting to close the glass shower door at this point.

Because I need silence to recharge so that I can be a functioning human being and a present mom for my kids, I find myself trying to recharge at 1 am when both kids are sleep (like right now). That doesn’t make for a very restful night of sleep, so for the past few weeks, I have been trying to find something that I could do to “pamper” myself. Sounds simple enough, right? Not really when you are looking for something that you can do in 5 minutes or less and that is simple enough that if both of your children start screaming at once, it doesn’t take 15 minutes to remove. Thank you, Nair!

I read a few mom blogs to try and get some ideas. I quickly realized that most of these women do not share the same lifestyle that I have and there is nothing wrong with that. I don’t have the option to go on 15-hour spa day. I mean in theory, it sounds like a dream, but I slowly have to shatter it and return to my reality which is that I can safely squeeze five minutes in for a “luxury” for myself. Insert all of the people reminding me that I am a still a woman and I have to put myself first and treat myself and all of the other amazing things that some women are able to do, but those are not realistic for me.

So why are we here?

So why are we here? Well, a couple of weeks ago, while I was looking for a planner on Amazon, I came across this really interesting lip scrub. It was called a Raw Sugar Lemon Lip Scrub (link below). I thought, hey why not try that. There is no such thing as having lips that are too soft, right? With that in mind, I added it to my cart and then I was recommended the matching lip balm (link below). Score! Of course, in good Amazon prime fashion, I ordered both items. I didn’t really know what to expect, but I figured It was worth a try.

I got both items in two days, and I must say, I was pleasantly surprised. I have read some pretty mixed reviews about sugar scrubs. This one had a very nice smell and texture. It was not extremely oily or overly rough. The makers of this particular scrub did a great job ensuring that the scrub was the perfect mix of exfoliation and moisture. And the best part, it only took 5 minutes! It was the simplest thing I have ever done in my life. You simply take a small amount of the scrub and rub it on your lips. You can feel the dry skin melting away. Really you just rubbed it off, but why ruin the moment. One it had been on for about 5 minutes, I rinsed it off with water, patted my lips dry and then applied the most heavenly lip balm ever to my lips. Seriously, it was like a silk angel was dancing on my lips.

Aside from how awesome my lips felt, the most amazing part of this whole experience was that not one, but both of my children cooperated. It was like magic! No one was crying or calling my name for the entire five minutes. I finally had a second for myself. This may seem like a really small thing to most people, but for me, this was a big deal. In the past 3 years, I can count on one hand the number of times that I actually get to do something uninterrupted, but this is a game changer. This was like sunshine in a jar and it seemed like my kids understood that as well. Do you find yourself in need of five minutes alone or do you just want soft lips? You need to try this! I have used the sugar scrub four times and I use the lip balm on a daily basis. This combination has given me a little taste of freedom. I know, I know, it is only five minutes, but when you spend 9 to 10 hours at work and 24 hours being a full-time mom, five minutes can feel like an eternity.

Maybe a lip scrub isn’t for you, but find 5-minutes in your day uninterrupted and do something for yourself. Take a walk, write a poem, color a picture. Do something that makes you feel like a new (or more relaxed) person when it is over. If you are a mom, don’t feel guilty about needing a couple of minutes where no one is calling your name or tugging on your pants. It will help you get back some of the energy that you need to keep killing it as a mom, employee, wife, sister, or friend. You’ve got

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Oh you know, just having a little meltdown

Today (Sunday) was such a beautiful day in my area. A friend of mine invited me to go to the Norfolk Botanical Gardens a while back and this weekend was perfect for my first trip. With a 3-year old and a 5-month-old, each trip out of the house is a big deal, especially if you are going out for more than a few minutes. I got everyone ready and headed out of the house on time! I mean, just getting out of the house on time with everything that I needed was a huge win in my book.

This was my first time going to the botanical garden and all I knew was that I could not wait to be surrounded by beautiful flowers and trees. Who doesn’t enjoy that? As we walked through the gardens, I was in awe of how beautiful all the flowers were. There was such an amazing variety of flowers and trees. I let my three-year-old walk (mostly run) through the trails, because he had the energy to spare and I figured it would tire him out (win win for me, right?). Tariq was enjoying the freedom to run about and touch all the flowers, leaves, rocks, and whatever else he saw. Tayce was pretty much just along for the ride.

We were at the garden for about an hour and a half before Tariq decided that no amount of beauty would make him calm. We were walking through a really interesting kid zone at the garden and had been in there for about 20 minutes. We were planning to continue walking, when he decided that he didn’t want to leave. I couldn’t just leave him in the kid section. That is pretty much frowned upon by everyone. So, I picked him up to bring him back to where my friends and Tayce were waiting.

I get back to the stroller and Tariq breaks down. I am not talking a few tears, I am talking a full-blown meltdown. Mind you, this garden is a place that is very quiet and completely relaxing. Well….Tariq at that very moment felt the exact opposite of that. He wanted everything and nothing all at once. As a mom, I knew that he had just gotten sleepy and he was fighting it with everything he could, but in that moment, it took over. He screamed and screamed as we walked through groups of people, who of course were curious about the child that was screaming. I have witnessed many meltdowns and have experienced them a few times, when I need to run errands during nap time.

This particular breakdown made me realize that even in the midst of a beautiful setting, things may not always be as great as they seem. As an adult, I do not normally scream and cry, but I can relate to my son in the sense that sometimes, people see our lives as beautiful and perfect, but meanwhile, we are breaking down inside. Everything surrounding us may look to be put together perfectly, but they are not aware of what is going on inside. My son was exhausted and that was his way of letting me know. He wanted to run and be free in this beautiful place, but he was truly exhausted.

I have felt that way many times in life and I often threw a tantrum in my own way. It reminded me that although a person’s life or situation may appear beautiful to you, you don’t know their internal struggles. We all deal with our internal struggles differently, and we can’t judge the way that a person’s struggles may surface. You also can’t just assume that your view of their life is their reality. Much like my son, no matter how beautiful your surroundings seem, once you have reached a point of physical, mental, or emotional exhaustion, your internal struggles may make an appearance in a very public way. For my son, the solution was simple, he just needed to go to sleep. For others, it is not always that simple. I must remind myself that it is okay to feel however I feel in that moment despite what other people think about my life. They may see perfection, but we each have our struggles. Don’t judge someone else’s meltdown because you think that their situation is perfect. Luckily, I had two very awesome people to help me navigate dealing with my son and my daughter, all while trying to make it back to my car. In life, we need to surround ourselves with people that are willing to help you pick up the pieces after things have fallen apart. Not those people that make you feel bad about the fact that things fell apart. Trust me, there are enough onlookers that will already make you feel that way. Much like me today, you’ve just got to gather yourself up, and push through without really caring what those around you are thinking. If I can push a screaming toddler and a confused five-month-old through a very busy garden and make it out in one piece, you can too. If someone asks you what’s going on just say, “Oh you know, just having a little meltdown”, smile and walk away. I guarantee they won’t ask you again.

Every Morning, Make Your Bed

This week I spent most of my time making a list of things that I needed to do and then compiling lists of the things I needed to do to actually accomplish the items on my to-do list. Welcome to adulthood. Sounds exhausting, right? It is! As I tucked my kids into bed and tried to think through what I needed to accomplish before the weekend, I realized that I never feel like I am truly accomplishing anything. I am constantly just trying to make it to the next task, but never really allowing myself to start the next day with a clean slate. I am constantly letting each day spill into the next day.

No wonder why I never truly know what day of the week it is.

As I sat at the foot of my bed trying to decide what I want to wear tomorrow, I glanced back at my bed and realized how put together it seemed. The pillows were in the appropriate place, the blankets were all folded and tucked neatly and it looked finished. Why didn’t I feel that way? Every morning that there isn’t a tiny person bundled up in my covers, I make it a point to ensure that my bed looks put together. But why? Growing up, my mom would ensure that we made our bed every morning and I never knew why, it was just something that we did.  I am not expecting anyone to see it, so why do I feel like I still have to do it? These are questions I never really thought about, probably because they aren’t on my list of things to do. While I sat there on the edge of my bed, I was not sure why I was thinking about them at that very moment. And then it dawned on me, I needed an item that I can simply check off of my list each day. It is one thing that I know that I cannot fail at. Every morning, I get up knowing that I want to give everything and everyone in my life 100% and I know that I will fail at that because it is unrealistic, but yet and still, I put those expectations on myself every single morning and every evening, I come home knowing full well that I left something unfinished on my desk or that I was unable to give each of my kids my undivided attention each time my son called my name or my daughter cried.

I have a to-do list that never gets completely done for one reason or another, so I can never pat myself on the back and say “great job. You rocked the day”. But why do I have to finish everything just to feel good about the things that I did accomplish? Why do I not allow myself to celebrate each of the small things that I can do everyday? I am not superwoman, no matter how many blanket capes I wear for my son. Why is one item crossed off the list not enough? It is! If you have one hundred items on your list and you can complete two, you had a successful day. We have to stop comparing our lives to those around us. Just because someone else can wake up at 3am, go to the gym for 3 hours, head home, cook a 7-course breakfast for their spouse and kids, get dressed and make it to work before 8am, does not mean that you rolling out of bed at 6, grabbing Starbuck’s and making it to work at 0759 is not still an accomplishment for you.

You have to choose the small things that you know you can do each day and do them. If you want to walk one mile, get up and start moving. If you want to spend ten minutes by yourself, uninterrupted, put it on your to-do list, do it, and check it off. We make our daily tasks so daunting, that we are unknowingly setting ourselves up for failure. Instead of making a list with all of the things that you have to accomplish for the whole day or week, break your list up into tasks that you can accomplish within just the next hour or two and then when you accomplish them, give yourself time to celebrate that you got them done. Go all out, have a cookie if you want. Kids shouldn’t be the only ones rewarded for earning stickers on their charts. As adults, we have to find ways to give ourselves a little bit of grace. Many of you, like me, are juggling a lot of different roles and responsibilities and you have to give yourself a chance to begin and end each day feeling like you did something. Even when you have a long list of unfinished tasks that you have to leave for the next day. Find one or two things that you are committed to doing each day and DO THEM.

And don’t forget to make your bed 😊.

On a scale of 1 to 10....

Just two blog post in and this one is going to be very personal. Normally it takes much longer for me to bare it all, but this is a personal blog, right? So here we go. I know that we live in a world where people feel very comfortable telling you exactly how they feel without regard to how it will affect the person they are saying it to, but just because society makes that okay, should we all just say what we want to anyone that we meet? I was in Kroger, my favorite hangout, after a long day at work. I did not have time to change, so I had on the outfit that I wore to work and I am sure I was sporting some pretty big bags under my eyes at this point as well. My son was being surprisingly cooperative as we deviated from our normal after work routine of cooking dinner, watching Paw Patrol or Moana, completing bath time and going to bed. I was completely prepared to deal with a combative toddler, but out of sheer luck, he was tolerating being in the grocery store. We were on our way out, but I, of course, had to have an Iced coffee from Starbuck’s. I place my normal order of a Venti Iced Coffee with heavy whipping cream and sugar-free vanilla syrup. No big deal, right? As I am waiting for my drink, another lady joins me at the counter. She asks how old my son is and I tell her that he is almost 1.5 Yrs. old. She goes on to ask a few other questions, with the last being why do you order your iced coffee so particularly? I kindly reply and tell her that I have been following a ketogenic diet since March, and I limit my carb and sugar intake. Her response after this made me speechless! She proceeds to say, “well you may need to try something else. Your baby is no longer a baby, so you can’t blame your weight on him for much longer”. I was floored! All I could do was smile, tell her to have a nice evening and walk away. As I walked away I went back and forth between wanting to cry and wanting to scream at her about all the work that I have done to lose weight so far, but I am an adult right so I couldn’t throw a temper tantrum. My son was not throwing one, so neither could I. Plus, why should I get so worked up over her 2-second evaluation of my weight and life. I have dealt with my weight for my entire life and even shed more tears than I can remember as other people made comments about it when I was younger. Those comments normally came from family members, so they don't count right? I have never had to stomach a comment like this made by a stranger, so this was new territory for me. I have never fit into society's vision of “small” or “thin”, and I may never as far as the number on the scale goes, but I am working on being a healthier version of myself and that should count, right? So why did this one lady’s comment bother me so much? Had I met her in March, I probably would have cried my eyes out while eating Oreo’s. Counterproductive, I know. Instead, she made the comment to the person that I have worked hard to become. While losing weight, I have gone through a lot of personal changes. I had to gain back some self-confidence that I lost after I had my son and I had to find some that I never actually had because of the struggles of being “overweight” when I was younger. But what made this lady choose that particular moment to make that comment? On a day when life was already hard enough for me. I wanted to know what was going through her mind when she walked up to me. Then I thought does it really matter? Is her reasoning going to make me feel better? Absolutely not! In the time that it took me to walk outside, put my groceries in my car and get my son buckled in his car seat, I realized that I didn’t care about her reasoning. I didn’t care about why she felt like she should point out my weight to me. I didn’t even care that she didn’t seem to care about how her delivery made me feel. My body made an amazing human being and that took time, so weightloss is going to take time as well. I am not ashamed of this nor do I shy away from it. She did not understand that to me this weight gain meant that my body had finally gotten it right. I was told at 21 years old that I would never carry a baby to term without an immense amount of medical intervention. She didn't know that this weight gain meant I didn't lose my baby at 12 weeks when the doctor said that I had a threatened miscarriage due to bleeding. She doesn't know that I have a daily struggle inside just to get my body functioning properly and she didn't know that sometimes the struggle becomes so intense and overwhelming that I just want to give up, but this smiling little boy that changed my body makes me keep going. She did not know these things, so the motivation behind her comment did not matter and I did not care about it. I do, however, care that I have grown enough to understand that her words do not have any bearing on my life. I will probably never see this lady again, but she made a pretty big impact on my Thursday night. She reminded me that instead of just letting everything that I think flow out of my mouth, I need to think about my delivery and realize that my words will impact whoever hears them whether I am speaking directly to them or not. It is my decision whether the impact is positive or negative. I also realized that I was finally at a place where someone else’s opinion of my body did not matter to me. I have been working really hard and because of some of my medical issues, I have had times during this journey that I have had to fight against my own body to continue to lose weight. Did the lady at Kroger know that? No, she didn’t, but I do. That is why I chose to gain something from the experience rather than allow it to hurt me. From now on, I am taking these experiences and deciding on a scale of 1 to 10 how much of an impact it should have on me and what emotional, verbal or mental response it requires from me. Plus, I feel great when I look in the mirror. I know where I started and where I am now and I refuse to let one random lady at Starbuck’s derail me completely after all of my hard work. Maybe she was having a terrible day or maybe she really just thought I should work harder than I had been at losing weight. At the end of the day, her opinion is just that, her opinion. My reaction and response is the only thing that I could control in that moment and instead of getting upset and throwing a temper tantrum, I chose to walk away and smile. Why? Because she didn’t need to get the satisfaction of a negative response from me. Plus, how can you be angry in a Kroger that has a Starbuck’s? Groceries and COFFEE! In my mind, that should be one of the happiest places on Earth :-).

Mondays are for Blue Shoes and Coffee

Today was the Mondayest of all Mondays. Sunday night, I decided that watching "Quantico" on Netflix was more important than getting some much-needed rest so that I would be able to tackle what I knew was going to be a LONG Monday. But, who doesn't love Quantico? Most days, the tv in my house never leaves Nick Jr, so I have learned to take advantage of nap time and bedtime to catch up on all shows that don't involve animated characters, problem-solving skills, perfectly timed musical numbers and unwavering excitement. Normally, I am able to drown out the noise of any show that I am watching and fall asleep, because I am exhausted, but not this Sunday. This Sunday I decided that the clock had to be wrong and I got so wrapped up in Quantico, that when I realized it was 0230 I knew it was time to at least attempt to go to sleep. I switched the tv back to Nick Jr and fell asleep to the soothing sound of Paw Patrol. In a perfect world, I would have checked my alarm to make sure that it was strategically set in 5-minute increments beginning at 0515, but let's be honest, who is thinking about an alarm at 0230 while watching a terrorist attack get foiled by rogue operatives? Not me! We all know how this story ends, with me jumping out of bed like a ninja at 0545 because my plan is to be out of the house by 0620 so that I can get to work by 0630 and catch up on everything that came in over the weekend. Classic right? Oh, but it gets better. You know how your parents always told you to prepare your clothes the night before so that you were ready to go the next morning? Well, because I have a slight addiction to shopping (everyone does, right?), I am normally pretty good about selecting what I am going to wear the next day so that I am not fumbling around in the dark trying not to wake up my son as he sleeps peacefully. So I decided that I will just reach into the closet blindly, pull out the first thing that my hand touches and go with it. I didn't have time to go through multiple options this morning. Luckily, my first pull was a dress! Thank goodness! It would have been a more difficult task if I had to match up a shirt with an appropriate skirt or pants. I had the dress, but I still needed to choose shoes, do my hair, cook my keto-friendly breakfast and most importantly, make coffee. I should reiterate, that I have a "slight" addiction to shopping, so when it comes to choosing shoes, it is not as simple as choosing a black shoe or a white shoe. No, my shoe collection is a color-wheel with many different styles and heel heights. Normally, I choose my outfit around my shoes, so today my process was completely thrown off. I walked over to my wall of shoes and prayed that the shoes I grabbed were black. I slipped on my slippers and ran out of my room. I should mention that I have the best brother in the world. He met me at the stairs with eggs, bacon and...COFFEE. I was off to a good start. Just leaving ten minutes late, but really, who is keeping track at this point? I would have normally looked in the mirror at least twice by now to make sure I looked presentable, but not this particular morning. This morning, I trusted my instincts and just went with it. As I was locking the door, I glanced down and realized that I had on the most adorable blue shoes. Blue, such a random color shoe to grab, but in the dark, it looked black to me. What are the odds that I would grab the one dress in my closet that this particular shade of blue would match? I felt pretty good about this "choice" overall. These blue shoes represent more than me running late. They represent my ability to be okay without all of the planning and preparation that goes into every day of my life. They represent my ability to just go with the flow and let life lead in some aspects. This morning taught me that sometimes the best things happen when I feel like everything is going wrong. This is exactly what I needed to start the week. These blue shoes made my Monday better than I expected. With the help of coffee, I dare say that this Monday was a welcome part of my week. I don't wish that it was still the weekend, I feel ready to take on the rest of the week. Does this mean that I won't pick my clothes out the night before? Probably not, because let's be honest, how many times will I actually match? But, this does mean that I am okay with not having to plan every aspect of my day and life and I have proven to myself that chaos has the ability to bring about beautiful change.

Welcome to ...Life on the Sassy Side

Hi, everyone! My name is Tameka. I am 30 years old (that's like 20, right?) and I get the privilege of helping to mold and shape a 3-year-old little gentleman and a 6-month-old little lady. I never thought I would be interested in blogging, but here I am blogging away :-). Why you ask? Well, that is a great question. I live a very normal life, in some ways. I work a normal 8 to 5 (more like 0630 to 1720). I spend time with my kids. I cook. I clean. I try to workout (does walking up and down the stairs count?). This blog is going to be about life, my life. It will include insight into why I chose to live the way that I do. How I keep from losing it and having a shot of Bailey's in my coffee every morning and how I stay true to myself through it all. I will share my deepest thoughts, money saving tips, recipes, workouts, and anything else that comes to mind as my fingers glide across the keys. I welcome each of you to my blog and I hope that you can relate to the things that I deal with on a daily basis. I hope that you find my blog helpful, entertaining and informative. I am learning as I go, but I appreciate and will respond to any and all comments that you all take the time to write. I can't wait to get to know you all as I share my life with you as well.

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Tayce

Tariq

FEAR: The Greatest Diversion

Have you ever just sat down and thought about all of the things that you have wanted to do or planned to do but didn’t? Do you ever consider why you never did those things or why you gave up on them? Well, for the past few months, three to be exact, that is exactly what I have been doing. No, I have not technically just been sitting around thinking for hours a day. Let’s be honest, who actually has time to do that? However, I have been thinking a lot about the things that I feel I have “given up on” and let me tell you, that list is a lot longer than the things I have actually given a chance.

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Now when I say I have given up on things, I mean original ideas of things that I am passionate about, for example, this blog (insert three-month break). Why? I am so glad that you asked. The answer is quite simple: Fear. I was afraid that I would fail. I didn’t want to put time into something that was just going to end up being a huge failure. That is pretty much the reason I have given up on all the ideas I have had that were my own. I work 8 to 12 hours a day making sure that my employers “idea” remains a success, but I allow fear to stop me from making sure that my own passion thrives! Who does that? Well from what I have witnessed, many people never actually pursue their passion because they are afraid of one thing or another.

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I decided that this year I am done allowing fear to stop me from pursuing my passions. Am I going to quit my current job and live off of my own excitement? No, I am not and I am not suggesting that you do that either, unless you can afford it. If you can, by all means, do what you have to do. For me, this means that I am going to devote some of my spare time, even if it is just a few minutes a day,  to work on things that I am passionate about. Starting with my brand. I have always wanted to help others and pass on knowledge to others. I am going to do that via this blog, my podcast and YouTube channel. I am starting slowly by getting my blog back on track. Next, I will be working on my Podcast episodes and my YouTube channel. Am I afraid that they will fail? Heck yea. Am I still going to jump in with both feet? You bet!

I am not saying that you can’t be afraid of failure. I just don’t think we should allow fear to stop us from giving it our all. Let this be the year of yes! If you have an idea and the means to carry out that idea, give it your all this year. At some point, we all have to bet on ourselves. We have to motivate ourselves to do the things that we are passionate about. It could be as simple as knitting scarves for kittens. If you are passionate about it, go for it! When we allow fear to stop us, we are failing ourselves. I hope that you all join me on this journey and get ready for some new and exciting content from me. I challenge you to GO FOR IT this year. Don’t be diverted because you are afraid of the outcome. If you don’t try, you are choosing to fail without ever giving yourself a chance to succeed.

~ One Sassy Mama