In 2010, I was over-committed, overworked, overweight, and underhappy. I stuffed the little voice inside my head that said I couldn’t change into a suitcase and set out to find true happiness. In the end, I got my fairy tale: I learned how to say no (most of the time); I learned how to work hard but not let work consume me; and most surprisingly of all, I fell in love with running and shed some weight. I’m still waiting on my prince, though.

For a while, I used this blog as an outlet to talk about running, from group runs to swimsuit shopping (it was for cross-training, thanks). But now I’ve decided to buckle my seat belt and go on another wild ride. If there is anything running has taught me, it’s that there is joy in the journey and where once there was nothing, you can really make something. I think God has been up to this all along; this making something from nothing. And I’ve always appreciated it and been interested in it, but maybe just now I’m pushing myself to do what I know I’ve been called to do all along, my something from nothing…writing.