Life as a CrazyMimi

Age has never bothered me...well...there was that one year I thought I was going to just die.  The year I turned 30 I seriously thought life was over.  I got severely depressed.  But I got over it.  And since then I really don't worry about the number that is my age.  I think about what I've accomplished, what I have yet to accomplish, my bucket list, and how I feel inside.  Because that's what really matters. So when the birthday rolled around two weeks ago, it was no big deal that I was a year older.  But I get the feeling that people think I SHOULD feel older, SHOULD hate getting older, and SHOULD be depressed.  Here's my take on this:  I am the same person inside that I have always been.  Yes, the hair is gray, and there are some significant wrinkles, but other than that, I'm pretty much the same.  Same weird sense of humor, and same crazy thoughts rolling around under the surface, fighting to get out!  I am me.  Tha...

I am about to do something I have never thought about doing before..... I'm taking a break from Facebook.  Here's what prompted this: Starting tomorrow, I will be participating in 21 days of Prayer and Fasting. As for the Prayer, I won't have a problem with that.  I have a plan, and I will take the time to do this!  I want to be closer to God, and I want to be stronger in my faith, so this is the perfect opportunity to start on that journey. As for the Fasting...I had a hard time deciding what to do with this!  But I love the one statement that jumped out at me.  "Fasting disconnects us from the world".  What???  I like this!  I feel the need to disconnect sometimes.  But for 21 days?  I contemplated this for quite a while. When I read my options, there were several different kinds of fasting that I could participate in.  One is Complete Fasting.  Only liquids.  Not for me.  With my workout schedule, I need to...

If your social media feeds are like mine, the trend this year is to have a word for yourself for 2019.  Usually when new trends like this start, I roll my eyes, but not this year!  I LOVE this trend!  I love the thought that goes into picking out one word that you will take into the new year for yourself.  What ONE word defines what you want for yourself, what you will strive for, what you identify with most?  I had a great conversation with my oldest Granddaughter Emily on New Year's Eve.  I was explaining my word for 2019 to her, and why I picked that word.  I honestly never wavered on picking this word.  It was MY word from the time I first saw the trend start.  I just knew.  If you read my blog post about my New Year's Resolution titled "2019 I See You...", you will understand why I picked this word. So, without further ado, my word for 2019 is STRONG. I want to be STRONG in mind. I want to be STRONG in body. I want to be STRONG...

Every year, as the New Year approaches, I, along with most other people, reflect on the past year.  What was good?  What wasn't so good?  What could I have changed, and what did I have no control over?  All good questions.  I think it's normal to have regrets, too, and as long as you go about it with a positive attitude, I think it's ok. So, in my reflections, I've been thinking about the "biggies" from 2018.  I hit my goal weight, I ran a 10 mile race,  I attended the Daytona 500 for the first time, and  I made a decision about retirement.  (Not retiring for another 5 years, but the plan is now in place.)  These were all huge for me.  And good....very good. The not so good, we don't need to discuss in detail.  But one of the biggies is to see my Son struggle with certain aspects of his life.  There is a light at the end of the tunnel, however, and we are praying it's not an oncoming train as has been the issue in the ...

Today, this world lost a great man.  My Mom lost a beloved brother.  Today, I lost an Uncle whom I loved dearly.  Today, I also lost the Pastor I grew up with, the Pastor that baptized me, and the Pastor that married me.  Today, the world truly lost a wonderful, Godly man.  When I think of Uncle Fred, I think about my conversation with my Son when we discussed his end being near.  We discussed his life as being the absolute definition of "A Life Well Lived".  That got me thinking, and I found this when I googled the phrase: "A life well lived cannot be measured by salary, or title, or job satisfaction. Nor can it be measured by accolades, or friendships, or tasks accomplished. A life well lived cannot be measured in likes, or tags, or retweets. A life well lived is measured by love, by sacrifice, by joy. A life well lived is measured by intention, by action, by motivation. A life well lived is measured by how many times you smiled when it would h...

This morning 6AM: I'm brushing my teeth with one hand, and curling my eyelashes with the other.  Don't judge.  I multitask.  Anyhoo...I notice my phone notification light blinking.  But I have no available hands to check it.  After a brief moment of - let's call it uncertainty because it wasn't urgent enough to call it panic - I checked my Samsung watch to see if it was there.  My phone wakes up with movement, so no hands needed!  I only get certain notifications on my watch.  I can get all notifications on it, I just choose to only get text messages and missed phone calls, etc.  I am proud to say that I have all social media notifications turned off for my watch.  So, back to my moment of uncertainty.  I decided it could wait the two minutes it takes for my toothbrush to turn off.  The notification turned out to be nothing but my fitness app telling me what today's goals were.  Shew!  Nothing urgent!  But thi...

This blog post should come as no surprise to anyone who follows my social media pages.  I'm pretty transparent.  I post about my Punkins, I post about my workouts, and yes, I post about my achievements.  Now, I don't post all these things to brag.  I post these things because, well, it's my life.  My Punkins are my greatest achievement.  I mean, I DID have their fathers which led to them being born, so Yes, I'm taking some credit!  I post about my workouts because, well, that's what I do every day.  And I post about my achievements because, quite honestly, sometimes I need to put these things on paper (ok, computer) to believe them myself. So after yesterday's 10 Miler, I had some time in the afternoon to sit and think while I was stretching, doing some yoga poses, and using my foam roller to work out some stiff, sore spots.  I got to thinking back over the past 18 months that led me to that event.  18 short months ago, I was a couch p...