Mom? Wife? Blogger? Coder? Photographer? Writer? Seamstress? Can I be all of it? Yes, yes I can. Because I’m a bad-ass. And so are you.
I haven’t always felt like this(not sure I feel it now, but I'm trying). When things got (are) hard, I would run away. When I'm criticized, I run. When I’m complimented I run. I run a lot, you’d think I’d be skinny or something, but I run to cake; because food is love. (it’s not, stop eating your feelings)