I’m a mid-30-something (does it really matter after 29?) communications manager living in and loving on Nashville, Tennessee. I love being a city mouse, but am a country mouse at heart. I grew up near (and regularly have to run back to) the Smoky Mountains in East Tennessee. I need East TN like I need air, some days.
I went to the big orange University of Tennessee knowing I wanted to do something in the College of Communications – probably journalism or broadcasting. I came out with a Public Relations degree and after being blessed with a wonderful internship that turned into a full-time job offer, I moved to Nashville upon graduation in 2005. I graduated on a Saturday, hopped in my packed little Eclipse, drove to Nashville and started work on Monday. I was terrified and exhilarated. Since moving to Nashville in 2005, I have lived in nearly every corner of it and loved every minute of it. I just moved into my 10th place in 14 years. And I’ve owned three of them. #gypsy
Professionally, I’m actually using my degree and always have — whether it be at a Public Strategies Agency, a non-profit and now, Corporate America. I feel like professionally I’m finally on a trajectory that I want to continue indefinitely.
Personally, I’m an endorphin chaser (Peloton fam!), over-committer and lover of the outdoors. As I write this, in June 2019, I have been in yet another major season of transition. In October of 2018, I left my beloved corporate America job for a different one, to transition from marketing back into public relations. That began the first of a quick series of major life changes. In January, JMac and I separated. I moved into my new city nest apartment. We sold our beautiful home to an engaged couple who are now making beautiful memories there. (They let me follow along on Instagram. Heart eyes.) In mid-April, I found out I had a massive fibroid in my uterus that needed to be removed. I named him Gus. I had a partial hysterectomy in May and was convinced the entire time the surgery would kill me. I had no basis for this feeling, but I was sure of it. Spoiler – it did not.
I truly believe life does happen in seasons. This has been a hell of one.
Here’s one more thing that’s at the core of me – especially my 30s.
Written in 2017:
In February of 2015, I finally got sick of how I looked and felt. I had navigated my way out of an abusive relationship over the past 15 or so months and it showed. Despite working out several days a week, I was still eating mostly whatever I wanted and drinking cocktails and wine whenever my heart desired. In an airport on a work trip, I picked up a book on the Whole30 program. It was new and nobody really knew about it yet. It wasn’t the household name it is today. Unlike a diet, it was more about re-wiring how we think about food and changing the way we listen to what our bodies need. Food is fuel. If you know what a foodie I am, you know this was groundbreaking for me to even be considering giving up cheese, carbs and alcohol. But I did — and I felt amazing. Bonus – I lost 11 pounds in 30 days and it’s just continued from there. It’s not about weight – it’s about health. It’s about how it makes me feel.
Update – June 2019:
I have kept the weight off – because I feel terrible (like, not emotionally – physically, I feel terrible) when it starts coming back on. I know what do do now and have the tools to correct course. These days, it’s not so much about the pounds as it was in 2015. I get on the scale rarely. But I can tell how I feel – how my clothes fit. And that’s my compass.
March of 2014, 2015, 2016.
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