goings on, photography workshop & {unofficial} race

i’m just going to roll a bunch of stuff into one post.

multi-tasker?

or just lazy blogger?

last night, after everyone was tucked into bed, my seven year old came out holding a tooth.

i didn’t even know he had a loose tooth.

he is now missing four front teeth. it’s the cutest thing ever!

and i’m not biased.

at all.

brownie’s promise.

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i’ve been working hard on the photography workshop.

we have a name, we have a date, we have fabulous handmade shops donating fabulous items and so much more! tickets will be available for purchase in just a few weeks.

i’ll share more soon.

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i’ve thought more about my post the other day. a lot about it.

natasha gave me an idea. a fun idea.

what if we each did an {unofficial} race the week my optional races are scheduled. each participant will either need to blog about their race or share it on daily mile or some other site that’s similar and then come back here and leave a comment with a link.

everyone who leaves a comment with a link will be entered to win something fun.

i haven’t decided what that fun thing will be yet.

but, it will be fun.

because i’m giving it away.

and i’m fun.

right?

anybody can join in. if you want to walk, walk/jog, run, sprint . . . whatever.

thoughts? interested?

if so, that will provide enough motivation for me to push myself ~ knowing that many of you are out there pushing yourselves, too.

p. s. sometimes i really feel sorry for y’all. my thoughts come out in such a disorganized crazy mess. ::snort::

the voice of doubt and the giant of fear

it’s just me.

sharing.

opening up and exposing my heart a little bit. always a bit awkward and uncomfortable.

i’ve been in the middle of an ugly mental battle since monday.

i can’t even say with certainty what started it.

loser #1 ~ the voice of doubt

i always struggle a little with doubt. it’s not anything new. sometimes the voice is so quiet i’m not even sure it’s there. other times, like now, i feel like it’s screaming right in my ear rattling my eardrum.

it can become paralyzing. it can turn me into a quitter.

i hate it.

loser #2 ~ the giant of fear

i’m afraid.

i’m afraid all the hard work i’ve put into living a healthier life over the past year will vanish. i’m afraid i’m going to sabotage myself. i’m afraid i’m going to go back to my old ways.

and i’m afraid.

. . . . . . . .

honestly, i really want to punch both of those losers in the face.

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