Road Runner

Seal Point Bay

I grew up a runner so I made sure to wear my best running shoes in this picture. A neighbor even nicknamed me, “road-runner” since I had a habit of going out for a run as early as age six. I’d be running away from home, running away from my fears, and today I still find myself running from anything that doesn’t make me feel good about myself. Now that I have found a place in my life for my physical practice of yoga and I am a certified yoga instructor, I have created a nice balance to the workouts I have always loved. This pose, and this picture show not only the things that I love but also the beauty of who I am.

The Failure is Real

Failure

“Winning is great, sure, but if you are really going to do something in life, the secret is learning how to lose. Nobody goes undefeated all the time. If you can pick up after a crushing defeat, and go on to win again, you are going to be a champion someday.”
Wilma Rudolph

Failure is that thing that no one likes but something that everyone needs in order to be his or her best self. Writing to others about what I didn’t accomplish is going to be just as important to me as telling them about what I did accomplish. To motivate you, to inspire you, and to get you to trust me I will be breaking down my walls and being as real with you about every one of my defeats. For me, evaluating what I did wrong, as well as analyzing the not-so-positive things that I might be going through has become just as important to me as celebrating my successes. I have become obsessed with really understanding and learning from the failures I have overcome so that the go-getter in me can rejuvenate and quickly bounce back from any UNcontrollable threat or human error.

January was a difficult month for me when it came to accomplishing my work and fitness goals. With Mercury in the retrograde (http://darkstarastrology.com/mercury-retrograde/) you can imagine how difficult it was to manage clients, employees and myself while also trying to end my company’s fiscal year positively. I signed onto a fitness challenge that wasn’t completed due to different obstacles that got in my way. Flu B made me the bed lady for four days, and being sidetracked as I traveled to see my new lover boy in Florida kept my head out of the game. When you are a leader, you have to continue to be the example and lead by example as you continue to be their rock and inspiration. That little voice that always gives motivation while also re-directing with feedback and goals is extremely important to keeping your team on track. As I was crumbling inside with feelings of doubt and fighting back negativity, my team was unintentionally following my lead.

Making super-stretch sales goals along with a “25 Yoga Class Challenge in 31 days” had me crunching numbers and frantically signing up for yoga classes in my already jam-packed schedule. I was so worried about what other people would think about me and about my team if we missed our goal that it was actually demotivating me.I was obsessing over how I would explain myself if we did not make our year and both challenges became surrounded by negativity and doubt. When it came to the challenge, the check-ins on social media to the yoga gym, or the simple question “how many classes do you have left?” from the other yogi’s on the challenge weighed heavy on my mind. I would compare the amount of time they had to complete their challenge to my time and also give excuses as to why I was pressing the snooze button instead of getting into the 6AM hot flow.

The failure was real and missing our fiscal year by a day of business and my challenge by a couple of classes hurt my ego for sure but it also fired me back up. The exciting part about failing on my goals in January is that it opened my eyes to the way I was acting and re-focused my attention on the possibilities of the future. “Fail fast”, someone told me once…and ensure that what you learn from it makes you a better person. Heading into February, I made goals to keep my composure for my team and to continue to be the example in all situations regardless of how I might be feeling. To continue to stay positive (retrograde ended on the 11th of this month) even when downing Dayquil for breakfast, and to only compare my success to a better me.

Happy Valentines Day and Happy February everyone!

#FebruarySquatChallenge

2015 Ass Kicking

2015

Write. No seriously, stop fucking around Kadie.
Yoga! ? Hello.
Bake, and cook for your friends, you got the know.
Travel more! And stop canceling it for more money to not travel.
Be a better friend. Do things for them that show them how you feel.
Stay present in good company. Snap chat later
Grow others, inspire and motivate good things from people
Be a rock for the family. Someone they can count on.
Give lots of love.
Stay true to yourself.

A Letter to my Chief Editor-Happy Birthday Julie

Seems like yesterday when we were hanging off of our beds that faced each other in our small room, giggling at the sight of our hair looking like our beloved troll dolls. What a brat I was to you, and what a fabulous job at being the baby I mastered by manipulating — at your expense– this power: punching you and then telling Granny the opposite of what really happened, winning afternoons out of time out by polishing the halo over my head. However, you made it clear you were the big sister by stepping up in some of the worst situations I hope you ever have to go through and taking the heat so your little sister did not have to. The respect I have for you is not due to the time you set me straight by peeing on “my side of the room” but because you always made it easy for me to trust you and count on you. It wasn’t easy for us, was it? But I am happy for that because look at what we have become and look at who we are. I could not have gotten through life’s dysfunctions without you, and our relationship will forever be a reminder of God’s many blessings to us and to our sisterly relationship. Hiding in the closet together, “running away” together, and creating a better life together is our sister story. I am your forever fan, the little sister who punched a boy on the bus for calling you a dork, and the sister who silenced the crowd at every football game to clap proudly at my “bonehead sister”. I am so proud of you for always working hard and finding your happiness through your beliefs and through the relationships you created in your life. You are such an amazing role model to many, but most importantly, you have always been a very important role model to me, your baby sis. I am so happy to see you as an amazing wife, a new loving mother, and now as an old lady!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISSY!!!!

*I found this diary entry of mine from a diary I kept in elementary school. Please note that I hash tagged at the top words I found important to what I wrote. Does this give me any type of props for tagging before others??

Sisters

Happy Hustler

dog walker

My first job was a dog walker for a blind man at the end of our street who had a 2-year-old black lab named Fanny. I say this was my first job because I probably can’t count picking up dead fruit under the many fruit trees in our yard for a penny each! I was paid on Friday’s for four walks a week and I would earn $20.00 a week. This provided my first weekly income and I truly depended on it each week. For a broke 7th grader who needed lunch money as well as cash for the afternoon snack binge before soccer practice that all of my peers enjoyed, this job became a necessary weekly activity. I recently read an article in the New York Times discussing the debate over giving free lunch to kids at school. I immediately recalled why I feel this is a good program, and it made me think back to my school lunch situation as a child. The school board did grant Julie and I vouchers to get free lunch at school but in order to do that you, had to be the kid in the lunch line that was obviously paying with her free lunch voucher as your other student peers needed change for a $50.00. Due to being ashamed of who I was, I picked hunger and food sacrifice instead of obviously revealing the fact that my family was poor. With all other political ranting’s aside, this reason alone is why I would vote for all students to be provided free lunch at school. Do I think it’s silly I thought it made me less of a person to my peers because I had to give a lunch voucher? Absolutely! But kids are cruel and kids are kids, so if this would solve the issue of any child going without lunch, than it would get my vote. My dog-walking job provided me the independence of my own money and with my own lunch cash I didn’t need an embarrassing lunch voucher.

This job seems easy for a twelve-year-old, but I remember it being quite the opposite, and like any job, it could be quite a nuisance. It was my self proclaimed “entry level position” for mastering time management, as well as the first of many times I was broken up with due to my addiction to work. This job was also the start of pairing passions with money earnings. Running was always a hobby of mine from a very early age so at least with a job like dog walking I could work on my track result times at the same time I was making a dollar. Maybe my athletic sprinting ability is genetic or maybe its from the afternoons of sprinting up the street like Forrest Gump in order to quick pick up the keys under the mat, dash inside to grab Fanny and then quickly dart her down the river for her walk. Walks had to happen but so did all of my other responsibilities such as track, soccer, homework, youth group, etc. It was exhausting, and I remember sometimes having to walk her late at night due to being stuck in the school parking lot after practice waiting on Granny to remember to come pick me up while missing hours of kid me time.

So on this Monday, if you are headed to a job that you don’t necessarily love just realize that can be common. You do not get to where you want over night and need to do the not so fun jobs in order to gain insight of what it is you do and don’t want. If it is dog walking, sandwich making, or watching paint dry, it can be temporary if you keep working hard.

Relationships and Money Making

Not counting the elementary boys I chased down on the playground and kissed, I have had numerous relationships not work out due to my work responsibilities, and being a #girlboss (thank you for that fabulous hashtag Sophia Amoruso) above anything else. My first heartbreak happened after a “three-way” phone call with another “three-way” dialer making it a 6 way (got that?) with all of my meangirl best friends silent as my boyfriend dumped me. When I cried and asked why, he responded, “Because you can never go to the movies with me and because you always have to walk the dog.” I was crushed, and as I picked up more jobs over the next couple of years during high school, it was often a secret to many of my peers where I was and where I was working. I was a closet workaholic that faced other insecure dudes dumping me over work in the future. I was broken up with after college when I was first promoted to store management in Coral Gables, Florida. This was one of the most exciting times of my life and marks the first big move in my career, and the guy I was celebrating this with was an insecure loser. Yuck, I can’t say I am proud of my choices and how long it took for me to figure this out, but people, DO NOT date someone that does not support your hustling habits! Balance in relationships is important, but so is your career so learn to fit it all in. I have learned to be able to workout, work, work some more, hang out with friends, fit in a relationship, send a text, write, post on instagram, tweet, sell shit on ebay, hang out with family, and now I am never ashamed to make a dollar between it all.
If only I would have just ordered the damn free lunch and the hell with it! Who knows though, they do say there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Don’t be Ashamed of Who You Are

dog walker

My first job was a dog walker for a blind man at the end of our street who had a 2-year-old black lab named Fanny.  I say this was my first job because I probably can’t count picking up dead fruit under the many fruit trees in our yard for a penny each! I was paid on Friday’s for four walks a week and I would earn $20.00 a week.  This provided my first weekly income and I truly depended on it each week. For a broke 7th grader who needed lunch money as well as cash for the afternoon snack binge before soccer practice that all of my peers enjoyed, this job became a necessary weekly activity. I recently read an article in the New York Times discussing the debate over giving free lunch to kids at school. I immediately recalled why I feel this is a good program, and it made me think back to my school lunch situation as a child. The school board did grant Julie and I vouchers to get free lunch at school but in order to do that you, had to be the kid in the lunch line that was obviously paying with her free lunch voucher as your other student peers needed change for a $50.00. Due to being ashamed of who I was, I picked hunger and food sacrifice instead of obviously revealing the fact that my family was poor. With all other political ranting’s aside, this reason alone is why I would vote for all students to be provided free lunch at school. Do I think it’s silly I thought it made me less of a person to my peers because I had to give a lunch voucher? Absolutely! But kids are cruel and kids are kids, so if this would solve the issue of any child going without lunch, than it would get my vote. My dog-walking job provided me the independence of my own money and with my own lunch cash I didn’t need an embarrassing lunch voucher.

This job seems easy for a twelve-year-old, but I remember it being quite the opposite, and like any job, it could be quite a nuisance. It was my self proclaimed “entry level position” for mastering time management, as well as the first of many times I was broken up with due to my addiction to work. This job was also the start of pairing passions with money earnings. Running was always a hobby of mine from a very early age so at least with a job like dog walking I could work on my track result times at the same time I was making a dollar. Maybe my athletic sprinting ability is genetic or maybe its from the afternoons of sprinting up the street like Forrest Gump in order to quick pick up the keys under the mat, dash inside to grab Fanny and then quickly dart her down the river for her walk. Walks had to happen but so did all of my other responsibilities such as track, soccer, homework, youth group, etc. It was exhausting, and I remember sometimes having to walk her late at night due to being stuck in the school parking lot after practice waiting on Granny to remember to come pick me up while missing hours of kid me time.

So on this Monday, if you are headed to a job that you don’t necessarily love just realize that can be common. You do not get to where you want over night and need to do the not so fun jobs in order to gain insight of what it is you do and don’t want. If it is dog walking, sandwich making, or watching paint dry, it can be temporary if you keep working hard.

Happy Monday everyone!

Aspiration is g…

race

Aspiration is greater than realization, because it keeps us eternally climbing upward toward some unattainned goal.

This quote from Napoleon Hill really resonated with me today because of how I have been feeling lately about my future. I have felt defeated and set back in my career path. I have been sidetracked on setting new goals that could chase after my ultimate career dreams. I am sure you are familiar with the action of wasting time by negatively clogging up your mind with too many thoughts of where you went wrong. The wise, successful, part of me wants to waste no more time trying to figure out the past. I have cleared my mind and I have set new intentions and plans toward my career goals. Time complaining about what cannot be changed in the past, and minutes feeling sorry for myself are not ways that will fulfill my ultimate goals of who I want to be in this life. Life is not a sprint my friends, it is a marathon so be patient and work up to the finish line and I am signed up and ready to run my next mile!

Happy Hump Day!