My Statement of Purpose

You know...everyone says we need to have a mission in life.  And mission can be interpreted to mean any number of things, but it seems that every inspirational poster, every article I read on leadership, points to not only having goals, but to having an overall mission in life; a purpose, if you will.  

Yep, Stephen Covey

So, here's mine... and why I'm starting (again) another blog that may or may not end up occupying a dusty, forgotten corner of the interwebz.  For now, though, I'm trying to stay focused in my life, and I am hoping that this blog will help me do that.

Plus, one of my dreams is to be a well compensated lifestyle blogger...its like the 2010s version of being a magazine writer, only you can write whatever the hell you want AND you can do it in your pajamas.  Or maybe more like being a rock start.  Whatever...

I intend this to be a space to mostly share recipes with my family and friends as I try hard to inspire people to eat more healthfully, move more, and live more fully.  I may also post random ramblings about popular culture, fashion (of the kind you can purchase for little money at say...Marshall's), beauty (I heart make up), lifting heavy things, and maintaining work/life balance with a crazy hectic schedule.  

Here I am lifting something heavy:

Nope, it ain't pretty...its just HEAVY.

Almost 300 lbs of heavy.

Here I am with my son...he doesn't weigh even a fraction of that:

(Oh, and hey guys...this lets me post pictures directly from my phone...WHOA!)

I suppose I have not entirely revealed my mission, my first things, my purpose.  My purpose is to continue to eat healthy, real foods made (mostly) with my own hands, to share recipes, to become a truly great teacher, be a wonderful mother, wife, friend, and person.  Not exactly a short list.

Kinda makes me feel like this, when I'm getting it all done:

Linda Carter...the only WONDERWOMAN...EVER.

I was born in '76, what did you expect?

Also, I am hardly ever getting it all done.

Maybe I need some snazzy wrist cuffs?

So here I go, armed with a gold lasso and an invisible plane.