Category Archives: Music

Stolen Dance in Minnesota

This is the first moment I feel like I’ve had in the last week to sit down and write. It’s nice. And right now it’s actually just me, music and a cup of coffee. I guess that’s the benefit of waking up before everyone else.

Sam and I made it to Minnesota late Friday night, had our event Saturday morning, ran errands and met up with a friend for a late lunch, came back to the house we’re staying at and Facetimed with a friend for awhile before crashing for the night. I think we’re both still in shock that this is our life for the next year; we are incredibly blessed.


The house we’re staying at in Duluth, MN is huge! Most of the family is out of town this weekend and their house is huge, so there’s plenty of room for us. They have a huge property as well so there’s plenty of room to park and turn the RV around. Speaking of RV…we got one! We got approved for the loan and got our paperwork finalized Wednesday before our event, took the class on how to care for it Thursday morning, took it home Thursday afternoon and then started running around like crazy people until we left Friday afternoon. It’s still a mess inside as we figure out what works and what doesn’t but it’s our home and we love it already.


As I’ve mentioned before, I don’t know what my posting schedule will be for the year but I’m sure after a few weeks, I’ll find my groove. For now, please bear with me as I figure things out but also be sure to check out the 50 States blog for updates on where we are, how our events are going and of course, what we’re raising money for each month!

We’ve had some incredible support over the last couple weeks from people who not only are excited to support the charity but who want to help support us in making this year a reality. I must tell you, we’re incredibly humbled. On Saturday someone asked who to write the check out to. I let him know we can only accept credit cards via the website for the charity and he said “but to support you two?” and after handing over the check, he went to the computer and made a donation to the charity. I was near tears. This person had never met me but loved what we’re doing. We really are meeting some incredible people already!

For now, I’ll leave you with a song I’m sure you’ve heard on the radio lately but at least until they start over-playing it, I’m enjoying it. ;)

Can’t Be Broken

I’ve tried to meditate. Usually with little to no luck. But running, that I can do. It is my meditation. Especially a good run. One when my body just does what it’s supposed to so my mind can wander, can reflect and can get lost in the music.

That happened Sunday morning. As I left on my morning run, feeling good and excited for what I thought would be a short run on a gorgeous fall morning. The sun shining, the air cool but not too cold.


And quite honestly, I didn’t even realize what was happening at the time until there were tears rolling down my face. I took a deep breath and kept running forward. I started listening to the music playing, the lyrics, the melody, the harmonies.

“That’s the love that can’t be broken…that’s the sting of a heart cut open….that’s the thing about blind devotion…that’s a love that can’t be broken…”

A few weeks ago after hearing about 50 States In A Year, someone asked me if I had a boyfriend, fiancee or was married. Of course I replied no, but as I continue to talk to people about how now’s the perfect time for me to do something like this, about how I don’t have a relationship, my own family or someone I’m leaving behind (aside from friends and family) to do this. Those kinds of comments and conversations aren’t meant to hurt, but sometimes they do. They get you thinking about the past, present and future. About love and relationships. About how you don’t have one but continue to hope that someday you will find someone worthy of your time, energy and who can handle you, who understands you, who sees you and your place in this world and cherishes it.

It gets you thinking if love exists and how one actually knows what love is. I don’t mean this in some kind of pity party kind of way, just in a this is where my head goes way. These are the thoughts that arise and the emotions in which music can draw out of us. Even when we least expect it. When we’re on a run and losing ourselves in that moment.