Teddy Roosevelt was a wise man

Good day friends!

I hope you all had an amazing weekend!! We had a crazy busy weekend over here.

We spent the weekend running around like crazy trying to get the new yoga studio ready as well as getting our family ready for the week (cooking, cleaning, snuggling, yelling, loving… you know, family stuff).

My best friend, Bailey, was AMAZING and showed up to help me out as I was totally freaking out. It was more of me calling her and freaking out and her saying, “Chill. I’ll be there in 10 minutes with a truck”.  She is the best friend a gal could ask for. Seriously. Bailey, YOU ROCK and I love you.

Obligatory yoga studio mirror selfie. Because, duh.

The studio is coming along. We had our first classes this morning and no one came. I had to laugh really hard because I have come SO far in the last year. It’s been night and day how much my life has changed in 12 short months. Normally I would be so discouraged that no one came BUT it’s a brand new studio and it’s not in peoples routine, yet. I bet it doesn’t pick up until January when people start to get in the groove of New Year’s resolutions. Either way I have my own space and I am grateful for that.


I’m sure every entreprenuer goes through these feelings of success and failure. I was so busy but I needed to do something to take my mind off of it so yesterday I ran a 5K with my lovely aunt Stephanie. It was an easy little run, I didn’t go for  a PR, I just wanted to run the run to take my mind off of the stress that I was feeling (which was totally empty stress). When I got home Eric told me how proud of me he is. I was feeling down and entirely too stressed for a yoga instructor but he stopped me in my tracks when he said, “you remind me of the man in the arena” (that might not be the exact words that he said but you get the jist of it). He then went on to read the poem to me. Oh my heart! I cried. I did. Just a little. Here is the poem:


It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.            -Teddy Roosevelt 

What a guy, right? It made my whole weekend. It actually changed my entire perspective. Thanks babe. Life is too short to NOT chase your dreams.

Stephanie had some friends with her that didn’t want to run the whole 5K so I took off and let them do their thing so I didn’t make them feel like they had to keep up with me, that’s no fun. I finished earlier than they did so Lincoln got his face painted while we waited (and then immediately wiped his face with the back of his hand and smeared it EVERYWHERE, but that’s besides the point).


Anyways, the studio. It’s here and it’s beautiful. Bailey and I got it all knocked out and it is glorious. I can’t wait to grow into this space and add character as we go. Blank slates make for the best stories.

If there’s a dream you’re chasing, go get it. Go get it. Don’t waste your time dreaming, go out and grab it. You deserve it.


I hope you all have a wonderful week! This week you will get to meet Ashley, our newest contributor! She is absolutely amazing and you will LOVE her! I can’t wait to share her with you!


Kari Jo

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