The Blissful Blogger: Beth B.

It’s been a while since I have taken the time to actually publish my blog… is that even the right term? Publish? Either way, we made it here today. Since the last time I posted, I took a big step back. I started worrying about me more because others were not going to worry about me. No one shows up for you like yourself. There is no one for you like you. And listen, as my friend would say, it’s okay. People have lives. I don’t like to be vulnerable, but damn it would be nice to have someone else initiate the conversation for once. All of this has made me realize people don’t notice when I am quiet unless I say I am going quiet… and this is a me problem. I should never expect someone to show up the way I feel I do. Perception. Let’s get back to why we are here today. It’s not pleasant. There is no way to say it or change it. Student loss. No, not they moved to another school. They are gone. While I have experienced loss of students that I have directly worked with, tragic loss, murder, ...

  J anuary 1 75 Hard – Yeah, I Said It We started January 1. Cliché, right? Cool. Stay with me. Here’s the deal. I was supposed to do this with a friend. I pulled back. Not because I couldn’t do it. Because it started to feel like I was being told what to do. And right now? That’s a hard no for me. But here’s what I do know… Finishing is non-negotiable. I never finished this part of the story. So here we are. Back at it on 3/10. Day 69. And somewhere along the way, this got bigger than me. I decided I’m finishing this for Kurt. He didn’t get to. He was on his 75 Hard journey… and he passed before he could finish. So now every early morning, every step, every hard moment… it means more. This isn’t just discipline anymore. It’s respect. It’s purpose. Ice. Snow. Post-op from skin removal. Still healing. And I’m still out here at 4 a.m. getting it in. No excuses. No audience. Just me. And I feel good. Like… clear. My head isn’t loud the same way anymore. And when I’m not heard now? I ...