Tessa
Some people journal. I blog with a little more swearing.
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Wild-hearted. Well-worn. Always learning. I write to connect, heal and remind us we are never alone in the mess.
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The blue Montana sky winked down at me. I just laid there in the grass. Nothing hurt. I was fine. This wasn’t my first time being dismissed off a horse. But this one was short and she was a little green. We had just been sitting watching the steers go by us and I had…
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So. Many. Boxes. I looked around the room. I was surrounded. I had been unpacking for a week, but I felt like I wasn’t making much progress in any one room. I just moved boxes. I moved them from one too to the other. Some were empty, so they went outside. Some were partially empty,…
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This week I’m going to write about something a little different. I want to talk to you about my journey into health, loving my work outs and most importantly loving myself. Important but different from my usual banter. I think. Let’s take a walk and see where we end up. I’m going to start at…
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I watched my suitcase move down the conveyor belt and out of sight. I grabbed the ticket and headed through security. I didn’t smile. Not yet anyway. I made my through the throngs of people and took my seat. I had a first class ticket to New York. I looked out the window and smiled.…
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Every girl has a pair of boots. Tall or short. We all have that one pair of boots that make us feel like we have our shit together. I sat contemplating as I was driving. I looked down at my attire. Hoodie, comfortable levis and my feet lazily stuck in my Ariat Fat Baby boots.…
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I started stripping off my clothes in the car. It was a hot summer day and I had grass stuck to me every where. Yes, I mean every where. My legs were sweaty on the seat. I had all the windows rolled down and the radio up too loud. I had one thing on my…
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I’m a little sleepy today. My kid, my only child, my apple of my eye, was up most of the night with stomach issues. You know, the one where they stand in the door and say something vague like, “Mom, I don’t feel so good.” Those words were followed by me trying to wake up…
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I’m flying today. The destination doesn’t matter as much as the company. Today I’m going to give myself some grace to enjoy the travel and not put so much pressure on myself to keep up with appearances. For me this means putting down my phone, making eye contact with strangers and smiling at everyone. Seems…
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I had hit the ground. Hard. I didn’t tuck and roll, I was 6. Girls, I have been told, need to work on their get off. The ground isn’t forgiving. The black horse took off and I sat there staring up at the blue sky. It wasn’t the last time I would get dismissed…
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Did I make the right decision? I shrug my shoulders. Before that question would have left me paralyzed in fear, today I shrug my shoulders and usually say, “Fuck it.” I might smile too. (so did you just now.) But that Doubt. Doubt is a sonofabitch. It comes in like that snobby girl in class,…