The Life of Nick Peterson

The life of Nick as told through the eyes of his younger sister

Nick was the firstborn and the leader of the sibling pack. He was born August 14, 1981 in Des Moines, Iowa. My parents had a place in Polk City and, from what I know, the neighbors helped watch Nick whenever my parents needed to work or go somewhere. The neighbor, Willie, was involved in the community, so she took Nick to many different places. My dad said whenever they would go somewhere, everyone knew Nick. At such a young age, Nick already loved being around people and was making lasting impressions on those that met him.

My parents moved with Nick to Garland, Texas when my mom was pregnant with the second-born (that’d be me- Bri). On June 24, 1984, Nick obtained the highly privileged title of big brother. I like to think he was ecstatic to welcome a baby sister. On December 21, 1986, Nick and I both became “big” siblings as we welcomed Brady to the pack. From then on, we had a childhood full of fun. Now, we did fight and we did blame things on each other and we did tattle, but overall we had a blast. We loved having slumber parties in Brady’s room since he had the bunk beds. A time or twenty, Nick would fill the top bunk with rotten, silent farts, and then tell Brady or me we could have the top bunk. Once one of us arrived to the horror of the stench, he would laugh hysterically. If you knew Nick at all, you know how contagious that laugh was!

My Uncle Jim, mom’s brother, was around quite a bit growing up. He enjoyed being around us kiddos, especially Nick, and we naturally bonded with him. Uncle Jim would come to all of our birthday parties and take us to Dairy Queen in his big white van. Nick ALWAYS got the front seat. Brady and I usually had to sit on buckets in between the two front seats until my uncle finally bought seats for the back. We didn’t mind really- it was kinda fun living on the edge with no seat belt. That was back in the day when I don’t think we even had seat belt laws! Anyway, Nick LOVED my Uncle Jim. He went on trips with him, played ball with him, and you name it. On June 16, 1995, our world came crashing down. Uncle Jim was in a fatal car accident in Dallas. Nick was 14 years old at the time and had an extremely hard time dealing with his death.

We lived in Garland, TX until Nick was about to be a Senior in High School. He was at Rowlett High School (if I remember right he started there the first year it opened). Unfortunately, the school found out we no longer lived in Garland, and they kicked him out so Nick spent the second half of Senior year at Rockwall High School. He had to drive his little sister to school too since I was a freshman at Rockwall High School at the time. All I can say is, “No limit soldier, I thought I told ya…” (yes, we listened to a lot of rap, and I can still hear the song in my head with him singing along.) Such good memories!

After graduating, Nick went off to join the Army. I don’t know where all he got to go, but I know for sure he saw Korea and Germany. Nick was in the 507th Maintenance Company, and unfortunately they got called to war in March 2003. I still remember praying daily for his safe return. I was a freshman in college at the time. When we finally got to hear from Nick after an ambush that we knew 507th Maintenance Company was involved in, we were so glad (and blessed) that he was safe. 11 Soldiers in the 507th Maintenance Company were killed in combat and 7 others taken as prisoners of war. My brother was one of 16 that made it back to friendly forces. Easter weekend in 2003 he got to come home. I will never forget driving to El Paso with my dad to greet Nick as he came off that plane. Of course, if my memory serves me well, Nick was poking his head out of the plane as it pulled in. And, oh the crowd! We were all cheering them home, and I can’t tell you how comforting it was when I saw my big brother for the first time. I gave him the biggest hug of his life! I will never forget our reunion for as long as I live. Side note memory, that same weekend we thought we definitely needed to give glory to God for bringing Nick home safe so we went to church. Only, none of us had any church-appropriate clothes for Easter. We decided God didn’t mind, and we showed up to the Easter service in sweat pants that we bought from Wal-Mart. This must have been before SuperCenters, because the options were slim at the El Paso Wal-Mart at the time. We followed our sweat pant church service up with a brunch at Denny’s. Honestly, it was perfect to me, my brother, and my dad. We felt on top of the world since Nick was now safe and back on American soil.

Nick had survivor’s guilt after the ambush. Some of his buddies were dead. He struggled off and on with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) like many Soldiers do after battle. Despite his struggles, he would spend the next decade spending as much time as he could with those he loved most. Nick has many friends, but he also could easily make new friends. I admired him so much for that. He didn’t mind going to the movies alone or sitting at a coffee shop talking to someone new. I think Nick knew the secret to life was LOVE, and connecting with others was his way of sharing love with the world.

I’ve always thought of Nick as a hero, even before he became a Soldier. He paved a way for Brady and me. Nick wasn’t afraid to make mistakes or to take risks. I joked in high school that he made the mistakes so Brady and I didn’t have to. And honestly if you asked him, he would take it that way any day. He would rather take the heat than have any guilt fall on Brady or me. He was also a great listener, and I think saved lives in a sense by just being there. Nick was always my rock and a huge support to me during my toughest times. We could share anything and everything without judgment, and I know I am not the only one who thinks this. His heart is so big and full, and those in his inner circle reaped the reward.

My dad told me that the VA is going to make my brother’s tombstone, and the occupation will say Soldier. I love that. My brother was a true Soldier. He was a Soldier in battle, but he was also a Soldier of life. He was the guy taking the long way home to enjoy more sunshine, or perhaps he would stop for barbecue on the way home because it smelt so good. Life should be savored, and he did that. Nick also lived life fearlessly. In fact, I am so grateful I found a few of his notebooks, because in one he actually wrote the phrase, “Don’t be afraid to die.” He didn’t want to let the fear of death keep him from reaching his next goal or enjoying a certain hobby or moment in time.

My brother had a love for travel and spontaneity. His goals were always changing and one of the greatest lessons he taught me was to live life on your own terms. The Western culture is all about working more, having more, and sometimes forgetting the core of your being in the process. Nick didn’t care about having the next big thing or even working for the “man.” He would have loved to be out all day on the land if he could, and money was not a motivator for him. Nick was very spiritual and some could even say a philosopher of sorts. He had ideas about anything and everything, and most of the time it was fun to listen to. In fact, I learned a lot from our talks, and I would give anything to sit outside with him for a coffee talk right about now.

I strongly believe my Uncle Jim greeted Nick home, and I feel peace knowing this. I also feel peace knowing that Heaven is probably more magical than we could ever imagine. My brother now gets to be a Soldier of Heaven. While us left behind would rather have more time with him here, I know we will meet again. When that time comes, I will give him an even bigger hug than I did after Iraq. Nick will be deeply missed. His love and laughter made the world a better place, and I hope we all honor him by loving BIG. Nick lives on in all of us and he will never be forgotten.

So Many Things…

There are so many things I want to blog about today. Possibly because I haven’t written in over 5 months, but who is counting?! Apparently I am. Anyway, if anyone is reading this I hope you are doing well and savoring up the holidays!

Guess what? I quit my job. Well, one of my jobs. I quit my job as a Wellness Coordinator at a company here in DFW so that I can focus more on my job as a mother. I want to be able to enjoy every moment of my son’s infanthood. Is infanthood even a word?! It should be.

I still plan to keep my career aspirations and perhaps do some things on the side, but my main focus is my little boy. And oh is he growing! He already has 4 teeth and counting.

Question for you out there… if I were to create a nutrition workshop, what topic(s) specifically would you LOVE to learn more about? Maybe I should create a survey. Oh I hate the word “should”… leads to more expectations and to-do’s. Am I right?

A few other random thoughts mostly pertaining to the holidays…

  • Christmas is even more fun with a child
  • On the flip side, it is kinda sad when your parents no longer live in the same area and you won’t be able to see them for Christmas
  • I am in mega organization mode and want to get rid of a lot of stuff (I hate too much stuff- anyone else?)
  • I don’t know what it is about hot cocoa, but it makes me festive and joyful this time of year
  • Stocking gifts have always been one of my favorite things so I stuff my own stocking since I am already the stocking stuffer for my husband and son
  • I can’t wait to go look at Christmas lights this year as Christmas gets closer- I think I might enjoy them more than my 10 month old
  • Anything with the word “fir” in it smells AWESOME this time of year (White fir essential oil anyone?)
  • I haven’t watched Elf or Home Alone yet and honestly not sure if I will, but I hope I do (the clip below always cracks me up and it isn’t even the funniest part!)

It is a wonderful time of year and I hope you enjoy the little things! What is your favorite thing to do over the holiday season?

Mommy Guilt

momguiltMy baby is 2 months old and I have a little less than a month of maternity leave left. I have to admit… I have a little dose of mommy guilt.

I want to be by his side every moment of his first year of life. Not literally- daddy needs solo time with baby too, but you get the idea. I am anxious about spending 40 hours per week at a desk job. What will I miss out on?

But, I know it it is the right decision for our household with where we are right now. I currently work from home most days and my husband’s job will be going away within a year. We need the health insurance my company provides. Plus I love my career! I worked so hard to become a Registered Dietitian and Wellness Coordinator- I don’t want to give that up. Just so we are clear though, I absolutely, 100% would give it up for my son if it came to that. He is worth every sacrifice!

I am going back to work in May and my husband will be staying at home to take care of our baby. I am so happy about our decision, but that doesn’t take away the mommy guilt completely. I know it will take time to adjust to this next phase of mommy-hood. I am ready and willing, but you better believe I will check in during my breaks and hopefully not miss out on any huge milestones. He is only little once!

So for all you stay at home moms and working moms, I feel ya! The decision to stay at home or go back to work is NOT an easy decision. I also know some moms don’t have a choice and barely have a maternity leave. We have to make decisions that work best for our own situation. Every mom has a little dose of mommy guilt and we don’t need others to give us more so please don’t ever forget…YOU ARE DOING A GREAT JOB AS A MOM AND WERE PERFECTLY PICKED FOR YOUR LITTLE ONE(S)!

Baby Love

So I had a baby…

On February 13th, my life changed forever. I had a baby boy and am SO IN LOVE! Being a mommy is so special to me, in ways I could not have imagined until now.

After 4 weeks, I finally feel somewhat adjusted and like I have a rhythm down. The first few weeks of having a newborn are TOUGH. I felt like I did not know what to do at times and add in sleep deprivation, you really feel like a crazy person.

One of the many things I have learned in the past 4 weeks is how to give more. I know, giving is something anyone can do and is not all that unique to raising a child. However, I am a very independent person. My husband is too. A baby, though, needs your attention at ALL times. Sometimes the constant giving is overwhelming, but most of the time giving breeds connection. It allows me to bond with my child and cherish every tiny, precious moment I can.

On a lighter note, here are some other quick tid-bits I have observed the past 4 weeks…

  • Baby fake out sneezes are the BEST. I seriously want to capture it on video if I can, but I never know when he is going to sneeze and then give a fake out (him saying “ugh” after a real sneeze).
  • Babies can fart and burp SO LOUD. And sometimes I can’t help but laugh.
  • Breastfeeding is not all that easy. I didn’t really think it would be, but I rarely hear about women having a hard time with it so this caught me by surprise. Oh the flaws of social media! And some say breastfeeding is when the mom feels so connected or bonded with baby? Sorry, doesn’t do it for me. I bond with my baby through everything else though.
  • The whole sleep thing got better for me (or perhaps I just got used to it) after 4 weeks. Sleep deprivation is NO JOKE. I can totally understand how some women get plagued with postpartum depression or anxiety.
  • Spitting up is scary for the mom. I thought something was wrong with my baby when he started spitting up A TON. Now I see that most moms have babies that spit up. That made me feel better!
  • I love to smell and kiss my baby’s head… often!
  • Pants, hats, and jackets are silly in this newborn stage. I have a few that will not be worn most likely because with the spitting up issue, I usually change baby 3x per day. Onesies are the easiest to change so he pretty much lives in those.
  • Weight charts are stupid. I got scared that he wasn’t growing like he should because of the damn growth chart. But, he was happy, pooping, peeing, eating, etc. so shouldn’t that count for something?!? And I am happy to report we are gaining weight… I just have a small baby!
  • I was scared of a lot of things the first couple weeks… driving with baby (I didn’t personally drive with baby until week 4), SIDS (because let’s face it, warnings for SIDS are everywhere even though the percentage rate is pretty low), kidnapping (that damn viral FB post about kidnappings at Target and Wal-Mart), etc. I decided to give over my worries to God and focus on loving my baby as much as I can. All that is certain is the NOW. I have to remind myself of that regularly!
  • I am blessed beyond belief for my parents, especially my mom. Experiencing motherhood for the first time gives you an all new appreciation for your own mom.

If you have any children, what did you learn those first few weeks?

Hope everyone is doing well!

How the diet mentality relates to anxiety or depression

“There is always one true inner voice. Trust it.-

So I had a conversation with my older brother recently. We have a lot of deep talks- I love it! He has been struggling (as we all do at times) to find his path in life. Or purpose. Whatever you want to call it.

During our talk, I had an aha moment! The lightbulb was definitely flashing above my head.

Being a female and one very interested in health and wellness, I have experience with the diet mentality. When I was in high school I developed an interest in health and it kept growing in college. Only, some of my good intentions led to bad behaviors (stressing over weight gain, thinking I needed to be on ANOTHER diet, over exercising, etc.). I didn’t know any better back then. Instead of loving myself first AS IS, I focused on nursing the signs/symptoms of low self esteem instead of working through the actual issue at its core. Now that my self esteem has been healed, I no longer even feel the need or desire to diet or over exercise. I love my body as is and it is naturally in good health (granted, I am currently 38 weeks pregnant so I do have quite the belly on me, but I sure love it. And when I was in college I NEVER thought I would get to a place where I could ever be happy with a pregnant belly.) How cool is that?!

Fast forward to my brother and I’s convo… not having direction or being uncomfortable with where you are NOW can often lead to coming up with other signs and symptoms, nursing those, and forgetting about the real issue at hand. The signs and symptoms look much like anxiety and depression, among other mental issues. Focusing solely on fixing depression or anxiety can often lead to MORE anxiety and depression when the real problem is not being looked at. It is a downward spiral, much like the diet mentality.

With the help of THE best solution-focused therapist in DFW, Elliott Connie, we came up with a solution to the real problem of not listening to your inner wisdom. The solution for my brother is to travel more. It is that simple! To find a job where traveling and adventure is a natural part of the position. He is one that starts to feel uncomfortable when he is stagnant for too long. He has known deep inside that he would love to travel and work with different people on farms for awhile, but always seems to find reasons (aka excuses) not to move forward with this path. He denies his inner wisdom when he does this.

It is easy to get suckered into the societal rules of thinking you need to work a 9 to 5 regular Joe Schmo job, getting married, purchase a house with a picket fence, have 2 kids, etc. However, this lifestyle would cripple him! And that is OKAY… that is okay for anyone. The American dream gets to be individualized and is not cookie cutter, even though Facebook makes it look like it should be.

I loved seeing the excitement in my brother’s eyes as his inner wisdom took over and gave him the confidence he needed to move forward. What a beautiful gift our inner wisdom is! Don’t get suckered into the “shoulds”… they can create more problems than good.

Happy New Year!

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Happy New Year, friends! I hope 2016 brings you much joy and happiness.

I am looking forward to all this year brings. First up, in February, will be the birth of my baby boy. I love having him in my tummy and I am also really excited about meeting him in approximately 6 weeks. Even with all the happiness and excitement a baby brings, I am also reading or hearing about the baby blues that can often happen in the two weeks following the birth. Hoping I don’t experience this, but it is always good to be aware and arm yourself with tools to combat any stress, anxiety, or depression that may rear its ugly head. I found a podcast for new moms that discusses a lot of these issues- Newbies by New Mommy Media. I love finding new resources like these!

On another baby note, a gentleman came to our house last week to fix our heater. My husband told me that he and this man were having great conversation and asked about children. My husband mentioned we were expecting and the man said something along the lines of, “Being a dad will come naturally to you. You’ll know what to do.” I love that!

I love the thought of trusting in myself that I will know what to do. I will not parent perfectly and I will not expect to have a perfect child, but I sure will love that child unconditionally and show him what it means to love and be loved.

If you have any new mommy resources, please share! I am currently trying to find a list of things to pack for the hospital. I know 6 weeks is early to pack a bag, but I want to start soon so that if I need anything I do not have I can order it.

Cheers to 2016!

Not fearing the birthing process anymore!

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Update time… I am 31 weeks pregnant! Feels like I am in the home stretch and in 9 weeks or around there, my husband and I will meet our baby boy. For such a joyous time of year, I feel even more joyful housing an itty bitty soul. And I am proud to admit that I no longer fear the birthing process!

I have to admit that before I got pregnant, I had my assumptions…

  • I assumed I would not like being pregnant very much. WRONG! I have loved it. The good way outweighs the bad for me. I do credit much of my energy to working out throughout pregnancy and doing yoga. Keeping those endorphins high! And to the naysayers out there, I modify.
  • I assumed the birthing process was meant to be painful and I feared it VERY MUCH. Well, the jury is still out on the pain, but I have changed my mind. I am no longer afraid of giving birth. I credit my newfound knowledge to my birthing class, Birth Outside The Box. My hospital’s birthing classes were at odd times that did not work for my schedule so luckily found this online class. I did not intend to change my mind about having an epidural and trying the whole natural birth thing, but my plan A is to give birth naturally now. If I end up needing an epidural or having a C-section, well so be it, but those are my plan B’s and C’s. I want to feel myself push and work with the baby instead of being numb. And there are so many cool ways to stay relaxed while giving birth. It is the tension and anxiety that causes pain!
  • I assumed I would not like my body with a belly. I have never loved my belly more. Seriously! It is the coolest thing to watch it grow and now watch it wiggle with baby boy’s movement.
  • I assumed I would love my OB and that my insurance would work smoothly throughout the pregnancy process… you know, since pregnancy is nothing new to insurance companies. This is one I wish I was right on, but unfortunately learned my lesson. First things first, my OB is a great doctor but her practice bites. The wait times have been 45 minutes to an hour and half. Unless you are giving me diamonds, I don’t want to wait that long for a 10 minute check up. At 31 weeks, I am switching OB’s. Not only because of the hassle this place has been, but also because my insurance changes January 1st and she is no longer in network. Blessing in disguise? I think so. Praying that my new doc and practice is much better! And we won’t even get into the insurance process.. it makes me giggle how things work and rarely does it fully make sense.
  • I assumed strangers would treat me like any other stranger. Wow, people love pregnant women! I think I get more attention than a whore right now. Not going to lie, most of the time it is refreshing because of the nice words said but there have been a few times where I think…. did you really just say that?

I have a lot to get ready for in the next 9 weeks. I meet my new doctor on December 24th and I just visited my new hospital. I loved it! I got great vibes from that place. Looking forward to meeting baby soon, but for now will continue to enjoy every minute of holding him in my belly.

Hope everyone is joyful this holiday season!

Gratitude for Change

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Having gratitude for change can often be tough. Life is full of changes all the time, some we are ready for and some we just aren’t. But gratitude often comes from the change at some point. Hell, it may be ten years down the road and not right away at times, while other times the gratitude comes right away.

I want to tell a little story about my gratitude for change in one area of my life…. MY LOVE FOR CATS.

Would you believe it if I told you I went through a period of neutrality towards cats? My current self is shaking its head hell no. I love cats. I take pictures of my cats all the times and probably post way too many pictures on Instagram of them. But, I really did. I went through a period where I didn’t want to be a cat person.

It has its deep roots so hear me out.

When I was a young girl, I loved cats. I started collecting cat statues whenever my Uncle Jim would buy them for me at random places. I had quite the collection and a cat statue was always on my Christmas list. I am sure that made my parents happy since they really aren’t that expensive! I could have had the next biggest toy on my list, but no I wanted a new cat statue. I even got a real cat for Christmas one year and I named her Crystal. She loved me and hated my brothers so we were quite the pair.

My Uncle Jim passed away in 1995. My family was devastated. It was a major life adjustment. Death is a hard thing to overcome and I am not fully convinced we ever overcome death. I think we just decide to focus more on memories and the love we had for the one who passed.

But I was young when he passed. I was 11. One way I grieved was to forget about my love for cats. I got rid of my cat collection.

The interesting thing is that I didn’t realize it at the time why I got rid of my cat collection. Only now do I realize that the cat collection was something beautiful between my uncle and me and that getting rid of it was my subconscious protecting my sweet, little heart.

We got a dog later in 1995 and named her Daisee May. She was a blessing to our family after such a hard tragedy. I’ve always loved dogs too (I think of myself as an animal person in general.. love them all!), but I focused more on dogs after we got Daisee.

In 2008 I met a man who has an intense and admirable love for cats. He is not ashamed to admit it! Society makes it seem like guys are typically dog people, but I find it so sexy when a man can admit he likes other animals too. And perhaps that is why God gave me this man.

Anyway, my renewed interest for cats started to grow as our relationship grew. In February 2009, this man’s parents had a cat that started coming around their house. It had kittens, but was a young one herself. She couldn’t produce enough milk for the kittens so a local vet out of Terrell bottle fed the kittens. There were 4. And they were so adorable!

When they were old enough to eat cat food, we would go visit the kittens and one day, I took one home. It has changed my life for the better in so many ways!

I don’t have gratitude for death per se. I still wish I had my Uncle here on Earth as selfish as that may be, but I can find gratitude in the way that cats remind me of him at times. I find gratitude in the connection we had when I was a kid and one of those ways being with the cat statues. I also have an intense gratitude for the change in my love for cats. This change has opened my heart in more ways than I ever thought possible. I consider my pets family and the love I have for these four-legged creatures has shown me that I will also have love for a two-legged lil’ squirt someday and be a damn good mom.

I am linking up for The Fit Dish with Jill Conyers and The Fit Switch. This week is all about gratitude!

Trying to Find Reason

Depression

Has something terrifying ever happened to you and you try to find reason for it? Only, you can’t. Some of the roads we walk on get bumpy. Some of them have obstacles that are so freakin’ hard to overcome. Some we want reason for, but will we ever have reason?

I don’t like to get overly personal on this blog. It’s a wellness blog, after all. But, mental health is just as part of wellness as anything else. I am trying to find reason for why depression hits. At least one of my special loves has been struggling and it has been exceptionally difficult the past few months. A downward spiral.

Being an outsider looking into the darkened hole that depression has on someone is very scary. And oh so real. Depression can make someone feel like they are not worthy of your love. That hurts. When you love someone so much you just want them to feel it too. You want them to never worry that your love is fleeting. It’s unconditonal. The darkened hole doesn’t let that person see that.

I hate the darkened hole. I want to punch it. I want to blow it out like a candle. I want to replace it with love, hope, faith, and everything positive.

But an outsider can’t do that.

It isn’t my place to control the demons that live inside someone else’s mind, but damn do I want to. I mean, I have my own, let’s be real. We all do. But I am strong right now to fight mine off. Someone I love so dearly isn’t.

The darkened hole takes away strength.

Fuck the darkened hole. Why does it bring so much pain and sadness? The darkened hole doesn’t just affect the individual it resides in. It affects everyone that loves the individual. And yet we can’t fight that darkened hole. We can’t be the bodyguard our loved one deserves. We just have to wait. Wait until our loved individual gets the help that he or she needs and develops the strength to win the battle.

All I can do is have hope. All I can do is pray.

I am not that patient so hoping and praying only is a little tough for me . I am going to do it though. And I am going to learn to be patient. It takes a season to melt away ice from Winter so I know it will take just as much, if not more, for my loved one to overcome this. I will be there to support and love. I just hope that support and love is for the taking and isn’t disregarded because the darkened hole replaces it with unworthiness and feelings of just needing to end it.

Back to positive. I won’t focus on that. I will just keep my love and support readily available. We have a treatment plan and professionals are in this field for a reason. There are many people that overcome depression and lead happy, healthy lives. I want that so badly for this person. I want the smile back.

I find music to be therapeutic during tough times. I have always loved the song, “Family” by Matt Wertz.Today, the words mean so much more. If you have someone you care about going through a tough time, perhaps you may find the words to be therapeutic too.

I’ll begin
I know you’re scared
No one told you then “Be this”
Feeling frail
With so much to bare
I know it’s not fair
But what is

When push starts shoving
You’re left with nothing
Just know we’ll always be family

Don’t give up
When the road gets rough
Cause we’re flesh and blood
I’m here for you
In sinking sand
Just grab my hand
And with all I have
I’ll hold on

Oh, when push starts shoving
You’re left with nothing
Just know we’ll always be family

After all that we’ve been through
I will walk with you

Oh when starts shoving
You’re left with nothing
Just know we’ll always be
Oh when starts shoving
You’re left with nothing
Just know we’ll always be…family

Thank you friends for reading my thoughts today. I am not giving up. Love has to conquer all!!!!!!!

Feeling Inspired

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I have been seeing all sorts of posts and pictures of Lorna Jane’s new book, Inspired.  As a way to promote her outlook and new book, there are plenty of instagram prompts to follow this week (instachallenge?). I love her outlook on things so am telling myself.. what the heck?! Let’s join in!

To start, I am using a blog prompt from #sweatpink. It’s a little mad-lib so I have bolded the words I inserted:

I believe that the key to a happy life is LOVE. LOVE inspires me to be the OPTIMISTIC person that I am today. I am lucky to have MY HUSBAND and MY PARENTS in my life because they inspire me to live life to my fullest and to chase my dreams.

My dream is to one day BECOME A YOGA CERTIFIED TEACHER and even if it takes TIME & ENERGY, I know I’ll get there because I’m not afraid to dream big!

While I dream big, I hope to inspire others by LIVING A HEALTHY, HAPPY LIFE & SENDING LOVE & POSITIVE ENERGY TO OTHERS.

Prompts for this week on Instagram:

Day 1 (Monday, July 13th): How do you dream big? #sweatpink #LJInspired @FitApproach @lornajaneactive

Day 2 (Tuesday, July 14th): What’s your fave healthy swap? #LJInspired #SweatPink @FitApproach @LornaJaneActive

Day 3 (Wednesday, July 15th): Who inspires you? [Tag 2-3 friends!!] #LJInspired #SweatPink @lornajaneactive @fitapproach

Day 4 (Thursday, July 16th): What does happiness mean to you? #LJInspired #sweatpink @fitapproach @lornajaneactive

Day 5 (Friday, July 17th): What makes you an #LJInspired girl? #sweatpink @LornaJaneActive @FitApproach

Will you join in?! And if I am not following you yet, please leave your Instagram name in the comments. I love to follow new, AWESOME peeps!! 🙂