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If you like me, you have seen a big push of people, especially women talking about "self care" lately.  I suppose that's because as women we tend to take on a lot.  I have learned in the past several months that self care is very important.  I remember seeing a graphic on Pinterest and I'm sure on Facebook as well that says "You cannot pour from an empty cup."  That really hit home to me.  I know that I am not a mother, but I am a lot of things and a lot of people require my attention and my support.  I am a teacher, an Auntie, a daughter, a sister, a girlfriend, and a friend.  I cannot be the best teacher, Auntie, daughter, sister, girlfriend and friend if I do not take the time to fill my cup.  Stress takes a toll on your body and your mind, so self care not only benefits you physically and emotionally, it also benefits those around you. Why is it important? It gives you a break.  When we are working so hard to meet deadlines and get everything done

Last year during a book study at school we were reading The Energy Bus by Jon Gordon.  One of our assignments during our study was to pick one word for our year which is also based on a book, My One Word by Mike Ashcraft and Rachel Olsen. Long story short, instead of making a resolution for the New Year.  You pick a word.  If you go here  you can read about that. Basically, here is a simple three step introduction. Step One:  Determine the kind of person you want to be. Step Two:  Identify the characteristics of that person. Step Three:  Pick a word. Last year, I picked the word consistent. I felt that I did a good job being consistent. I started thinking about what word I wanted to use for 2019.  I have been thinking for a few weeks.  I have still been thinking about the person I want to be this year, and for every year for that matter.  I have thought about those characteristics of that person.  And today, on the second day of the year, I picked my word.  I'm sure if you

I am not sure why I started this blog approximately a million years ago other than I enjoyed placing my thoughts together.  I also enjoyed feedback from my friends, even though I figured they were just being nice because they are my friends.  I know I will never how some great blog.  I don't have the time to figure all of that out.  I don't have the know how to code and make it all pretty.  And I'm ok with that.  Hopefully you all are too.  I will never be a fashion blogger, or fitness blogger, or any one of importance.  And that, too, is ok.  I just spent an embarrassing amount of time going back and reading some of my former blog posts.  I'm sorry that I subjected you to that.  2011 was a long time ago.  I was a 25 year old, single, overweight, third grade teacher. So Allow My To Reintroduce Myself Hi!  I'm Megan !  I am now a 32 year old, overweight, first and second grade math teacher.  I like to take selfies.  See below!   I also like doing

First thing's first, don't think I will type something every day, I won't. Secondly, apparently some folks think I am not happy.  That is totally not the case.  I know I did at one point in my post last night refer to this point in my life as a "season of sadness".  I did not mean necessarily mean I am sad and you should feel sorry for me (or offer up your advice on finding a man).  This year has sucked.  And it has nothing to do with a man. I am content as I am.  It took me 30 years to like myself and the person I am and I will not start feeling sorry for myself again.  Yes, there are times it would be nice to have a man.  It would be nice to have a relationship, someone to spend time with, and someone to share life with.  However, I know what I want.  I know what I don't.  And I know what I will not settle for. I will not settle for less than what I want or less than what I deserve.  I would rather be alone and unhappy than in a relationship and mi

Hey!  Remember me?  It's just been a year or two.  I guess I felt like I ran out of things to say.  Or maybe I thought I wasn't interesting.  Then I realized tonight, I missed typing my feelings for the world (or the three people that read my thoughts). Let's see, what has happened.... Nothing interesting I'm sure. I'm 30, that's new. I'm single, that's not. I'm brunette again, but I guess the blog word didn't see the blonde.  I gained all the weight I lost back, so there's that. I have been struggling lately, with just about everything.  Mostly, I am on the single struggle bus.  I have a bus pass and keep chugging along. I guess at this time of year it gets worse; everyone is getting engaged, announcing the are expecting, or starting new relationships.  And while I can rejoice with my friends in their seasons of happiness, I can't help but mourn my season of sadness.  Sometimes the season seems to drag on. I guess wha

Have you ever had the air knocked out of you? I remember when I was in elementary school we had this jungle gym type of structure that was shaped like a school bus.  You could climb in through a hole to look like a door and crawl your way to the back and slide down a pole.  There were all sorts of beams and the more coordinated children would do flips off of the poles.  I was not one of the more coordinated children, but one day I decided I wanted to flip over the bar.  I sat on it, dangled upside down, and let go.  Instead of gracefully landing on my feet like everyone else, I landed flat on my back.  I had the breath knocked out of me.  Being a small child, this freaked me out. Years later as a teenager, I decided to try to perform the same tasks off of a porch swing.  To the same result, I landed on my back finding it hard to breathe. Today, I feel much of the same sensation.  The air is knocked out of me and it's hard to breathe.  I guess it's sad that I'm dang