I don’t know why it is so hard to start this blog. It has been lurking in the back of my mind for years. But, there is a fear of laying it all out there – a vulnerability that is outside of my comfort zone.  As Brene Brown would say, I have been “”armoring up” my entire life. There are things that I have been through that I have not even told my closest friends for fear of being emotionally exposed or what I associated with weak.

How did I finally find the courage to put it all out there? Well, a couple (five shots) of Fireball helps. Honestly, I have been searching t0 find my passion, something that excites me when I wake up in the morning. I am a nurse by trade which at this present moment has me working in a middle school as the school nurse. I can honestly say this is not my passion. I do not wake up excited to hear the drama of middle school children while their parents yell at me because I told their precious daughter to “Suck it up. You are going to have cramps for the next 40 years of your life.” What I know about finding your passion is that it is something that lights you up, something that you can get lost in for hours and not realize it has been hours.  My benchmark for finding your passion is this – if you can sit in an all day seminar on your off day and be excited about it then you may be on to something.  Because I am a nurse, we have to accumulate continuing education credits and so many times I am sitting in these seminars starring at the walls thinking, “Why am I here? I am so not interested in the differences between acute vs. chronic rashes.”

What I do know is that I love to write and it just so happened that God provided me with a lot of material. I can’t keep pushing down this gnawing from within to tell my story.  Honestly, there may not be one single person that reads my blog but here goes nothing . . . Wait . . . let me down this shot of Fireball . . Ok now here goes nothing . . . My experiences of being married to a college basketball coach and raising a family in this crazy business . . . My life. . . for you to laugh, to judge, to enjoy, and to hopefully learn.

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