Monique's Testimonies

     Blogging has always been a way for me to find information from someone else's perspective. I usually Google a question and a URL link would pop up to take me to a blog that 8 out of 10 times has the answer I was looking for. Or it is someone discussing their own personal experiences with the question I had originally searched. Either way, I have always read blogs, but never quite started my own...     This month I decided I would start blogging so I can freely express myself. Like I said in my intro post, I have always wanted to blog, but never really started. So, before I create any more posts providing my insight and knowledge/expertise as a mama, wife, and educator, and providing my healing and fitness journey details, I thought I should introduce myself a bit more.      My name is Monique. I usually have people address me by "Mo" but my old high school friends would call me "Momo". I am 25 years old and recently celebrated 4 years of marr...

     Monday always brings about yawns and sad feelings as the weekend drifts off into the horizon and another work week begins. As a high school teacher, I usually have summers off (NOT PAID!) Well, this summer I decided to buckle my bootstraps and teach a summer school term. The second term began at the end of June and goes until July 21st. That means that today starts my 3rd week working with this group of students (at a different school site and teaching a different grade level than what I taught these past two years).       Let me tell you - working with teenagers isn't for the week. Before anyone tries to come out of the woodwork stating, "Well your job isn't a real job. You're just a babysitter that sits around all day. Teaching isn't hard at all." No, I do not sit on my behind all day long, no my job does not consist of me "babysitting" students all day. For summer school, I have to teach these kids topics they were supposed to learn for an en...

     Wow, I cannot believe it is official. I have started my very own blog. Wow! My adolescent self is screaming with excitement at this momentous step I have taken. 👏      When I was younger, I constantly wrote numerous Word Docs which consisted of novel ideas or random paragraphs outlining my days, as I pretended to blog about my daily life. I guess I just loved typing. I still do. The way it feels to press each key (even though I type with 5 fingers max), the way the key sounds when it click-clacks with each stroke of the finger. The ability to customize fonts and colors. Typing brought peace to me for some reason.  (GIPHY for Chrome)      Well, fast forward nearly 10 years and I am slowly finding out that all of the things I used to do when I was younger for enjoyment, I no longer do. Why? I ask myself daily why don't I interact with things that used to make me happy. Well, the simple answer is: As a busy working woman, I don't put ...