It Is Finished–366 Days of Self-Portraits

Project complete. All 366 days of 2016 represented in self-portraits. I’d like to thank Vivienne McMaster for the inspiration. Actually, I take that back. I’ve never understood why we say “I’d like to thank” instead of simply “I thank.” I’m probably splitting hairs but it implies that I want to thank her yet can’t for some…

364 Days–The Nearly Full Circle

In the beginning of this project I didn’t post every self-portrait I took. Only the best of my attempts made the weekly cut. If you’ve been around since mid-summer you probably noticed I started to include the outtakes and extras along with the winning photos in my posts. This was partially due to my exodus from…

350 Days–Rounding Third, Headed For Home

Can you feel the anticipation building? My heart rate has jumped. I’m getting random flashes of adrenaline. My running mileage is creeping up. My time on the yoga mat is creeping long. My smartphone battery is beginning to stabilize. I’m getting all my chores done. I finished reading TWO books this month. Yes. This is…

343 Days–The Numbers Don’t Lie

I have crunched the numbers just for fun. I was curious. In thinking about this project without checking the statistics I would have told you that an overwhelming number of my Tinas were running and hiking photos. Nope! I would have told you that I took a ridiculous number of shadow silhouettes. I didn’t. I…

336 Days–Pidgin Perfection

I’m excited.  Or as I love to say deliberately wrong, I have excited. It’s an homage to the brilliance of Naomi Watts in the 2014 movie St. Vincent. As much as I am a ruthless grammar Nazi I do recognize that sometimes the deliberate rendering of broken English is poetic, artistic, and genius. Take for…

329 Days–And Another Milestone

Happy Thanksgiving, dear readers and wellness disciples. I am celebrating ten years of blogging this week. My, how things have changed since 2006. In the early days I blogged on an old Yahoo platform before it croaked. The content back then was almost exclusively limited to running, racing, travel, and my struggles to recover from domestic…

322 Days–The Fun Creeps In

For several years I participated in a 30 Day Gratitude Challenge on Instagram in which participants post a photo relating to a daily prompt. Although I’m not using Instagram anymore and although I said I wasn’t going to do thirty days of anything this November, I thought it would be fun to see how far…

315 Days–Breathing Easier

This project is finally starting to feel like it has reached the home-stretch phase. I really am almost done. For the sake of posterity I thought I’d look back at the beginning of this project as a reminder and refresher. These are the dominant lines I found in the original post from Jan. 22nd: Two…

308 Days of Tinas–Cheating and Faking It

In addition to the Tinas I bring you two things I found this week that turned my head. In the interest of supporting your wellness as well as my own I’m sharing them here. The first is so sassy I can hardly stand it:  Everyday Bravery Pins. ← Yep, you want to click that link,…

301 Days–Whip It Good

I see versions of this all over the place–magazine articles, Pinterest, fitness websites, the gym, advertising (of course), and in videos. I’ve seen it modified for running, cycling, rock climbing, weightlifting, team sports, and to my horror I actually found one modified for a creative writing retreat. It’s the yoga application (like the one shown)…

294 Days–If You Can’t Be With The Hair You Love

When you are a woman over 40 there seems to be no end to the warnings and advice thrust upon you by well-meaning people who want to prepare you for the Great Change of Life. Yeah, it doesn’t even matter if you aren’t anywhere near this Great Change; it’s all you hear until you start…

287 Days–And Nineteen Years

There have been several weeks over the course of this project that I have wanted to call it quits just because I got tired of it. I soldiered on through those low points. This was the first week I almost blew it for any reason other than indolence. This week life at the Jesus Crack House…