click here to open post Sep 15, 2011 | posted in Personal | 14 comments

My house is unbearably messy. I’m tired beyond belief. But, I feel this responsibility to let you all know I’m alive.

So here you go. Truth. Dry, boring, unfiltered truth.

I’m not a very funny human being. Couple that with the fact that I have the memory of a goldfish and you’ll understand why I rarely try to relate the mundane details of my day. If I had an ounce of whit, I’d be all over telling you about the ins and outs of my everyday life. Alas. I feel like writing them poorly is worse than not writing them at all. Tonight however, I’m throwing caution to the wind and convincing myself that posting SOMETHING, regardless of how ridiculous may be, is better than posting NOTHING at all. I’m 97.8% certain I’m wrong.

First things first.

Can a mother pee? Like seriously. Is it too much to ask to enter the bathroom and take care of business uninterrupted? Even once? Apparently so.  A mother can never, ever pee in peace.

But the real deal today, was bedtime.

I’ve got a bed wetter. I get it. I love him. I don’t make him feel shame over it. It’s no biggie. We just do diapers at bedtime and deal with pee on the sheets when we have to. For some kids, it’s part of growing up. Fine. BUT my bed wetter goes bat wild for water every night at bedtime. So tonight, I pulled a Covey on him. “Son, are you beginning with the end in mind? What’s your end in mind? If you drink this much water before bed, you are in fact going to pee in your bed. Do you want to pee in your bed? Do you LIKE sleeping in your pee?” Him, “Sure! I’lllllll. . .haaaaaave. . . apple juice.”

Tonight was a Jack-in-the-box kind of night. Boys bouncing out of bed every which way, so I did what had to be done. I threatened the loss of Candy Friday*. . . in a very LOUD voice (with a big, ferocious scowl on my face-think Jack Nicolson with a pony tail + mascara).

The rule to maintain claim on Friday’s treat? Stay quietly in bed, no matter what. Simple.

“What if there is a FIIIIIIRE? Do you want us to BUUUUUURN?!”

Me: “Yes. If there is a fire, I would like you to stay in bed and burn. Any other questions?”

So, it’s working. They’re in bed. Halle-freaking-lujah. Now, I’m lying with the bed wetter, singing lullabies.

“Edelweiss, Edel-”

From down the hall:

“Maaaaam! Maaaaaam!”

Me: “Yes.”

Loooong pause. “Ummmmmmm. . . I love you.”

Yeah, nice try Brother. Me: “I love you, too. No more talking.”

And again:

“Edelweiss, Edel-”

“Maaaaaam! Maaaaaam! Come quick!”

I march myself down the hall, ready to pull out the big guns, like, you know, “You can’t drive until you’re 27!”

“Mom, if I catch on fire, don’t worry, I’ll stop, drop and roll.”

Nice. Thank you son.

Back to the bed wetter. “Edelweiss, Edel-” I hear the door to the bedroom creek. I look up to find.  . .

This. In my jeans and high heels, standing completely straight faced in the doorway.

In the sweetest voice ever, “Mommy, may I go to the bathroom.”

So I did what any responsible parent would do. I encouraged the behavior by getting out my cell phone and taking pictures.

The end.

*Candy Friday is a Norton family tradition. Since we don’t allow our kids to have sugary treats during the week, on Friday’s we take them to the grocery store and let them pick one treat to eat during our family movie time. It’s the best bribery tool, EVER.

I know. Seriously, right?! Who posts these kinds of images of themselves?

This is me, last year, running the Gunstock Half Marathon. It’s amazing to think that my journey toward running began almost exactly one year ago as I trained for this very race. “Life changing” seems trite. Running has revolutionized my entire existence. And no, that’s no exaggeration. It’s something I NEVER thought I could EVER do. NO CHANCE in H-E-double-hockey-sticks.  And yet. . . I did it. I did. And I haven’t stopped since.

It was really hard, but running taught me that I can in fact do things that are really hard, and they pay off. Ten fold (times a million).

Now, it’s difficult to imagine the pre running me. How did I combat stress? How did I manage anxiety? Nobody knows. The best answer would probably be, “not very well.”

I’ve been meaning to write a post on HOW exactly I went from couch to Gunstock, because it’s probably one of the very most frequently asked questions I get from readers. I was not a runner. At all. And now, I am, completely. And it’s nothing short of a miracle.  If y’all are still interested in hearing my system, because you can count on the fact that survival dictated I develop one, let me know. I’d LOVE to write that up for you! I’m passionate about helping others see that they can truly RUN, because heck, if I can do it, ANYONE CAN. For real.

The Gunstock Half Marathon and 5k is just around the corner (Oct. 15)! Register online, here. NOTHING you’ve experienced can prepare you for how good you’ll feel when you cross that finish line. (Even if you finish third from last, like me.) xx, N

click here to open post Sep 12, 2011 | posted in Personal | 1 comment

On September 3, 2011, our friend Olga lost her wonderful husband Heber to a tragic free diving accident. Olga is truly one of the.most.exceptional women I have ever met. She is radiant in every way. . . my heart is simply broken imagining the pain she is now experiencing at the loss of her sweetheart.

And Heber, well I have no words.  He was one of the most kind, generous and authentic people I have ever known.

If there is one lesson that I have learned from Heber and Olga, in life and in death, it is this, “love thy neighbor as thyself.”

If you are able, a donation account has been set up in Olga’s behalf. Even $5 would be a beautiful gift for this cherished friend. Aloha Heber; a hui ho, N

click here to open post Sep 08, 2011 | posted in Inspire, Personal | 14 comments

Image source. I love it. I want one of my very own.


I’ve NEVER considered myself a writer. Not until very recently. But the absurd reality is that since early, early childhood, my head has been swimming with words. Words that fill me with joy and inspire me to my core, words that make me wild with anxiety and burden my soul. . . words that scream at me from the inside. WORDS.

I write, because if I don’t, I go crazy. Wildness overcomes my soul and I start to feel like I’m going to catch fire from the inside out.

Just so we’re clear, this is all very embarrassing for me to admit. I feel silly and trendy and ridiculous. But the bottom line is this, complete transparency makes me feel more at home in my own life. Writing it all out, the good, the bad, the downright ugly. . . somehow, putting it on paper makes it all make sense. Somehow it gives me bearings and helps me know where I’m headed and the significance of where I’ve been.

But there’s no time. There are too many distractions. I’m constantly overcome with debilitating anxiety when I sit down to write, because trust me, I’m FULLY aware that I’m only marginally good at it.

The reality is, there are SO MANY THINGS in my life that I’m not very good at but that bring me immeasurable joy, clarity and peace. I’ll never be the best at ANYTHING I do. Never.ever. But that doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t. . . do. And the same is true of you. Whatever your “thing” is. Get out and do it. With your whole heart. We’re only here once. . . and not for nearly long enough.

No more excuses.

I’ll be here. . . keeping calm. Writing on.

What will you be doing?

xx, N

click here to open post Sep 07, 2011 | posted in Inspire | 13 comments

Watch this through to the end, and then you try and tell me you’re not inspired to live better, to work harder and to get up, brush yourself off and go make your life happen.

Friends, God feeds the sparrow, yes, but He doesn’t throw the worm directly into its mouth. If we want a life of joy, happiness and freedom, we have to stand up and take it, one simple (yet triumphant) decision at a time.

Thanks Cha Cha for sending this to me. It made my week!

xx! N

PS. I’m ba’ack. Didja miss me?