Thursday, April 29, 2021
Today is my 45th birthday. It feels like a milestone for me and I am not sure why. I do feel like I am currently at my best. I am finally doing what I have wanted to do for 20+ years - writing and voiceovers; I celebrate 19yrs of marraige in just over 2 months; the hubs and I have a solid game plan for the next 1-5yrs; I am on a health journey that I have fought to be on for the last 7yrs - fight with myself and not wanting to give up what I know I need to give up. I have also come to the realization that I am just not the girlfriend type. You know what I am talking about. The women that have a group of women that go out with for drinks, or coffee, or a girl's weekend. Or even on their birthday. I honestly don't know if I have ever been that type. Maybe when I'm old I will have some blue haired friends I drink coffee and play shuffleboard with. For now, though, I am content to have birthday breakfast with the babe, snuggle on the couch with the fur kids, and sneak a peek at where everyone else is going and what everyone else is doing. We will get there. And when we do, we will enjoy it more because like cheese and wine, life gets better with age. For now, this is it as I still need to have my quiet time - Randy whisked me away for an early birthday breakfast today - and I have a book to continue editing the audio on. TTFN
Wednesday, April 7, 2021
There is a lot to do when starting a new business you plan to run as a business. Names to register, accounts to open, business opportunities to pursue. All of that has been happening since my last post. I have also read a couple of books, picked up two voiceover accountability partners and lost 10lbs. All on purpose. This past Monday was the start of week 4 of our new way of eating. Part One was to get rid of ALL the things in the house that could tempt us. If it had sugar, flour, or rice in it, it made it's way into a box and out my front door into my little sister's waiting van. Four boxes by the way. Four. For the first two weeks, I was very strict on what I ate and what I did. Not eating any white foods - sugar, flour, rice, pasta - was not as hard as I thought it would be because, well, I had removed the temptation. I decided at the end of week 2, which coincided with a family baby shower and BBQ, that I would allow myself one day to eat what I wanted without feeling guilty about it. I did and in the process gained back 2lbs of the 12lbs I had lost in those first two weeks. The following week I decided I was tired of not enjoying my morning coffee and went back to my creamer - International Delights, Sweetcream. The difference this time, is that I only put in enough to cover the bottom of my mug, instead of filling it up about 1/4 of the way with creamer. Having a day - Saturday - that I know I can eat what I want, helps me stay on track for the week. The convo in my head goes something like this: Sunday and Monday - crickets, cause I just ate whatever I wanted two days ago Tuesday - "Seriously? Do you want to undo all the work you've put in? Cuz that's what will happen. Give in now, and you will keep giving it and 'start over Monday'" Wednesday and Thursday - "Good job. You've made it to the middle of the week and look, only three/two more days to go. You totally have this." Friday - "Tomorrow. Tomorrow. I can make it to tomorrow." Saturday - Can't think of what I actually want to eat that has been off limits all week. Randy has been doing better than me, in that he hasn't had anything we agreed to get out of the house since we started. His shirts are getting loose, he is able to wear shirts he wasn't able to a month ago, and he has moved his belt two notches. Super proud of him. For both of us, it is a new way of eating; a new lifestyle we want to live by and our agreement to one another is that our decisions are ours and we won't give each other a hard time for what we are choosing. I am looking forward to fitting back into the little dresses I was able to wear 5 years ago that have been in plastic bins ever since. As for my voiceover work, I am finishing up the book I was asked to record - it has a contract end date of 12/31/21 - and my website went live yesterday. I am getting organized with my time and making time for all the things. Over the course of the next month, I will have a weekly blog post, YouTube video, and podcast go live. In order for people to want to hire me for my voice, I have to give them all the ways to hear it. Wish me luck. TTFN
Thursday, March 4, 2021
Monday, November 9, 2020
We are a week in and I am already behind. And I am not surprised. Earlier this week I sold a set of china that I had listed on eBay. The buyer was only 6hrs away and considering the liklihood of their safe arrival, we decided to hand deliver the boxes. She of course was appreciative and I lost a day. That and I was behind by 1400 words before Sunday. All that to say, I have 7k words to get in by the end of today. Which, I mean, let's be honest, it's not going to happen in one day. I am one thousand words in for today and I am feeling the pressure of getting caught up. If I can get 3800 each day this week, which is totally doable, I will back to goal by the end of Saturday. In other news, Randy and his dad got the door built for the house they are building in Green Cove Springs.
Thursday, October 29, 2020
As October comes to a close and November begins, some exciting things are happening in my world. 1. Such A Voice: I have always wanted to be a voice in a full-length animated film. This month I have started VoiceOver Coaching to be able to do just that. Back in August I took my second intro class with Such A Voice and found that it is still at the top of my list. (My first class was years ago before I moved to FL.) I signed on with them shortly after that class and after buying all the equiptment neccesary, I have started my coaching sessions. I am uber excited to see where this leads and can't wait for you to hear my voice while watching a movie, skipping through commercials, or listening to an audio book. Who knows, I might even be a voice on the next video game you or your kids play. 2. NaNoWriMo: November is known in the writing community as National Novel Writing Month or NaNoWriMo and for the first time ever, I will be actively participating. This past April, I joined an online writing community called Stop Writing Alone Podcast - yes, she has a podcast - and have been more intentional in carving out writing time. Every month, there is an opportunity to join the "Happy Campers" with more focused times and accountability within the group. It really has been cool to just let the words tumble out of my head onto the keyboard through my fingers. Within this group, there are a number of us that are participating in NaNoWriMo and will be cheering each other along the way. To be considered a winner within the NaNoWriMo community, you have to write 50k new words between Nov 1st and Nov 30th. Not gonna be a problem because of, well, see below. 3. Milwordy: Never have I ever heard of this until earlier this month. Yes, it is a made up word and it means what it sounds like it could mean. A million words. What it doesn't tell you is that those words are within one year. Yes. One Year. So even though 50k is need to "Win" in November, in order for me to stay on track I must write 83,334 words in November. Yikes and WooHoo all in one. My goal is to stay ahead with 85k words a month so that on the days I fall behind, I will have extra words in my bank to cash in. There is also a community of writers for this, it is just WAY smaller. One of my Happy Camper friends jumped at the opportunity to join me, so we will start our word count for this when we start NaNo. 4. YouTube, Podcast, Website: All three of these are in the works. With getting the equiptment needed for the voice coaching and the start of Milwordy, I decided now would be the perfect time to launch all the things. Because why not? It's not like I am not still selling real estate, mentoring three newer agents, taking a theology class at my church, and all the above mentioned things. Let's just add in a couple more. They are all still in the works and I will be able to be found where they will all collide at voiceandpen.com - just not yet. Still working on it. (Actually, depending on when you read this, it might just be there.) I would like to thank my friend Nicole Rivera, our fearless leader over at the Happy Campers and the voice behind Stop Writing Alone Podcast, as she designed my logo. Which is better than I had imagined it. I would add another point and I think that is enough for November. Hopefully by the end of the year, I will have my demo ready for some voice work and will be working with a literary agent to get my written words in your hands. Who knows, I may even self-publish. Until Then, TTFN
Thursday, August 20, 2020
Have you ever had so much to get done and yet nothing seems to get done? Is it an overwhelming sense of not knowing where to start or does it come from knowing it won't all get done so you don't do any of it? Whatever it is, that is where I am right now. The items on my list seem to never go anywhere no matter how much I work on them. Of course, there are no items on my list that are one and done. They all - ever last one of them - are repeats to do everyday and I don't want to do any of them. Not one. What I have found myself doing in crocheting. It is the one thing on my list that is not important and has a deadline in 4 months, so it absolutely makes sense that it would be the one thing I seem to be doing consistantly. Well, maybe not the one thing. My morning routine has been consistant - up, dogs, coffee, quiet time, run, shower, upstairs to my office by 9am. Then it starts. The "I have to get all of this done today....." so I sit and just stare at my laptop. Then my eyes drift to the books I should be reading, the book I am in the middle of writing, the voiceover work I should be prepping, the class work that needs to happen, and then I see the yarn. And that is where I start. The yarn. I will say that I play an audio book while I am working on the blanket, but come on. There are so many other things I need to be working on. I didn't even mention the Master Class subscription I have, or the videos I need to watch for a training I am doing for my church. Forget the journaling and the organizing. Nope, we are going to forget all of that and crochet. Tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow will be different. Maybe tomorrow I will actually work on things that need to be actually worked on. Like, now. Probably not, but one can hope.
Sunday, May 10, 2020
To be perfectly honest, I hate Mother's Day. I haven't always. Growing up all I wanted to be was a wife and mom. I wanted to be the kind of mom where all the neighborhood kids wanted to hang out at my house and their parents knew they would be okay there. I wanted to do the fun birthdays and little surprises for no reason whatsoever. The kind of mom that my kids knew they could trust and yet also knew that I was their mom first. As they got older, I wanted them to know I was their friend and confidant, never interfering with how they raised their own families and giving my advice only when asked. I held onto that dream until about year 10 of my marriage. Year 10 is when I started doing the math. Year 10 I was 36yrs old, which would mean having my first child at 37. Not really sure how I felt about having a toddler around the house in my 40's nor was Randy, my husband, thrilled about still having kids at home in his 60's. See, he is 5yrs old than I am and we didn't just want one kid, we wanted at least 2. (If I am being honest, I always wanted 5.....and I now have 5 dogs so.....) If the first one graduates when he is 60 and I am 55, who is to say how old we would be by the time the last one left the nest. We talked and decided if it happened, it happened, we were done worrying about it or thinking it through. Worrying about it? Yes, worrying about it. When I was 33yrs old, we finally had an appointment with an ob-gyn to see what the hold up was. I knew I had endometriosis, just not the severity of it or if that was the issue. It seems it was. The fibroids that had taken residence inside of me were golf ball sized. We were told that they could be removed and because there were so many, she wasn't sure if my uterine wall would be strong enough to sustain life. So, yeah, I could get pregnant and my body could not be able to handle it. We decided it wasn't worth it. For those of you that know me well, you know that I am a very positive, optimistic person that can see the plus side in just about every situation. I knew that losing a child would change me. I knew that making the decision to have the surgery, getting pregnant, and losing the baby because I had opted to have the surgery was not an option for me. We decided against the surgery and didn't talk about it again. Fast forward to me at 41yrs of age, I am in church and one of the pastor gets up and prays for healing for endometriosis and fibroids. I cry all the time, y'all. Like at everything. SO you know I was crying then. From that day on, I have had no side effects/symptoms of having endometriosis. I was healed that day, in church, by God through the Holy Spirit. I laid hands on myself and agreed with what was being prayed from the altar. Randy and I again had the conversation, do we still want kids of our own? I mean, if we didn't want them at 36, has anything changed? And, the answer is still no. We have decided that if we get pregnant, then we do and we aren't going to "try" to get pregnant. Adoption will be in our future. We would love to welcome older children into our home one day. And if God, with his awesome sense of humor, decides diapers are also in our future then we would welcome that as well. I still don't like Mother's Day. I still gringe when someone wishes me a "Happy Mother's Day". I am an aunt to 16 awesome nieces and nephews from both sides of our families and I am a dog mom to 5 rescue dogs but I am not a mom. Mother's Day to me is a reminder of a lost dream, a reminder that we waited too long to go to the doctor, a reminder of the family I will never have. So today, on this Mother's Day, just know that not everyone who appears to be a mom, is. Some of us never had the opportunity and for us, there is nothing happy about this day. When we adopt and I get the chance to be a mom, this will all change. For now, I will stay home on Mother's Day, as I have for the last 3 years. This day is already a reminder of what has been lost. I don't need strangers picking at the wound.