Hello out there!
I finally remembered my password after what feels like a 6-month hiatus, so lucky for you (not), I'm back. I'm signed into blogger. And I'm back. I think.
So if you don't remember who I am. My name is Morgandi. I have two girls. They are hooligans. And they are 1 and 2. That's pretty much all you need to know.
So where have I been for the past month?
Don't be shocked. I still have a few brain cells left. At least 4 or 5 really, really good ones.
After a lot of thought and a push that I needed from my boss at the Y, I have decided to pursue personal training. I figured that I'm in my workout clothes all the time anyway, so why not have a valid excuse, right?
In all honesty, I've wanted to be a personal trainer since I was in college. It was just never the right time and I was too busy doing other things. But now, God has opened up the door and I feel like I'm on the right path.
So for the past month I've been studying my booty off. And doing absolutely nothing else, besides taking care of the girls and working. So, studying, girls and working. Oh and the laundry and mowing the yard and cleaning and paying bills, etc. Budgeting my time has been difficult and I failed miserably at so many of my responsibilities.
The laundry room has consistently looked like this:
The kitchen table has looked like this:
And I had tiny little markings all over my notes, note cards and textbook as a reminder that I still have little hooligans who rely on me, and who also like to mark all over my stuff.
But I wouldn't have had it go any other way. The hardship of finding time to study, and the brain capacity no less, was proof of how much I want to do this.
So this past weekend, after weeks and weeks of studying, I had a 3-day workshop and a practical and written exam. Hopefully I'll receive my results soon to see if I passed. And then I can start working. I'm so excited and hopeful to start this new venture in my life. This has always been a dream of mine and I feel like the sky is the limit. And it's nice to feel like that again.
So here is to hoping that the next time you see me, and I'm in my workout clothes, I'll have a valid excuse.