4 7 5 for this shorty in a room full of giants. 10lb PR from last week and still less than what @therealheathorr and @briancurtis3480 can bench press!
Attempted 480 but that’ll have to wait til next week.
#lionsdenstrengthclub coached by @alex_the_lion_williams.
Thanks @jessica2761 for the post-workout 🍦
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) ~E.E. Cummings
A month or two ago Jesse noticed what looked like a nest right against our house in some rock. After thinking about it, we decided it’s likely to be a bunny burrow and obviously left it alone. Fast forward to a few weeks ago, while Jesse was out of town, I came home around 9pm after having dinner with a friend (hey, @glutesandgreens ❤️) and saw that Leonidas was actively jumping at our sliding glass door, I turned on the porch light expecting to see a moth, or a large fly maybe. But no. It was a herd of tiny baby bunnies (cue heart explosions) they were about the size of my fist and absolutely precious! I’ve seen a lot of cute animals, but this was by far the cutest thing I’ve seen in my life. Since then the herd has grown up, but they are all still around our house, we regularly see them during their dinner time. I love our furry neighbors so damn much 🐇💕 #bunniesofinstagram#thisislife#happiness#summerincolorado
I want to inspire. I want to write & provoke thoughts in others. But I don’t know how. I don’t know how to “show” vs “tell”. I don’t know how to be vulnerable. I don’t know how to write & be visually descriptive like the writers I adore.
I don’t know how to be the role model I want to be when I’m struggling (again) myself. I don’t know how to write shit (much less shit worth anything) when I feel like a failure. I don’t know how to make “beauty from ashes” nor how to turn all this pain & crap I can’t manage to permanently escape into anything that could ever help anyone else. I don’t know how to quit giving a f*ck what others think about me, my writing, my photos, my story, & so-on. I don’t know how to be what & who I want to be. Much less who/what I feel others want me to be. •
I don’t know how to strike a balance between “positive” & “inspirational”...vs “real”, “raw”, “vulnerable”, & “authentic”. I want to be me, but I want to be me worth reading. Isn’t that what every writer wants? I want to be me, but I want my content to be worth paying attention to. I want to be authentic & vulnerable...but I don’t know how to do that “right”. •
I feel like I can’t seem to do anything “right”, whether in be in my eyes, or in the eyes of others. I don’t know what I want. I don’t know what y’all want either. So here’s this for tonight 😰