On Mountain Biking & Other Frightening Endeavors

How do you know which paths to trust? Which are solid, which are dust? Do you know, beneath your feet which steps are nets or roots or snares? There comes a point you do not care. Your heart's alive Your soul will dare. The trail you tread is lush and wild uncharted, dark, and undefiled.… Continue reading On Mountain Biking & Other Frightening Endeavors

Homeschool Life, Personal Journey

Fearful, Tearful, Weirdful, and Rise

Fear. I wish I could cut it from my soul with a scissors. I wish I could lay on a comfy couch, talk its existence into oblivion, then charge myself $100/hour. I'd collect my fees and go on a vacation to the beach. I have an active imagination, so I fear things most people haven't… Continue reading Fearful, Tearful, Weirdful, and Rise

Personal Journey

Swimming Over the Moon

I've decided, now that I have three years swim-parent experience, swimming is a sport about the following: 1. conquering your fears, 2. conquering your flesh, 3. extreme repetition, and 4. pressure. As a child, the extent of my swimming was the drowning preventative offered by the local pool. I had no idea there was a… Continue reading Swimming Over the Moon