The spammers are back

Don't you just love it when you get an email telling you that 'anonymous' has made a comment on your blog?
Spammers.
Welcome back.

I guess it has prompted me to actually visit here and write something.
I am still deciding where this blog is going.
My vision for it changed dramatically when my brother passed away.
Without him encouraging me to keep going, it all started to seem pointless.

I now also work in a job that requires me to be more private. I need to protect my little family from the public eye a little.
So, the inner debate continues.
I continue to be here, without really being here.

Aside from all of that, I now have two boys aged 12 and 6. The older one is mostly a ball of anger and frustration and finally, other people are starting to witness the challenges we are currently facing. Life is not easy right now. But I personally believe that with every challenge comes opportunity, so I guess we are staring something in the eyes. Just not sure what.

I am training for a half-marathon. And I will tell you why running is so important to me.

I run.
I run for Ryley. Because he can't (and his laughter as I run next to his bike trailer gives me the energy I need to keep going).
I run for Braeden. To show him that anything is possible. Being fit and healthy is good for the body and mind, but mostly helps nourish your soul.
I run for David. Because he believes in me unconditionally and he has faith that I can do it.
I run for Jacob. Because he never stopped encouraging me and he now runs alongside me.
But mostly I run for Me. To remind myself that I am strong and can do anything I put my mind to.

Our farm plans are starting to take shape as we keep our dream alive.

Be back soon!


Comments

  1. I love seeing your running pictures online. I love that you run and I love all the reasons you do so.

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