Love,
Life is the Art of Drawing without an Eraser
6.23.2026
Dear Jenn, It's Been a Decade
Love,
1.07.2018
2018: Year to Radiate
2017 was the year of stepping out of my comfort zone and pushing through some mud. Stepping out of my comfort zone only happened a few times, but when I did… I felt alive. The world became bigger, there was so much more wonder than I knew there was. It was almost an out-of-body experience… then I’d go back into my comfort zone with all the things I knew but with a bit more perspective. Because of stretching out of my norm… my life shifted. 2017 was when I discovered my purpose, after years of working through the mud to figure it out. BOOM!
*goosebumps – You see, I would get so jealous of friends who had talent AND they got paid for it! Either their day job and sometimes, did work on the side to earn extra money. I wanted that. Coding, crafting, doing something I’m good at, and loved AND get paid! They had it and heavy-heartedly… I felt I didn’t (or maybe I didn’t understand just yet). I walked in darkness most of the year because of it. What the hell is my talent? How in the HELL do you find your passion?! BAH! [insert explicits and screams here]
Then one day in 2017 – SMACK! I was doing what I loved all along. My story is different than yours. Comparison is TRULY the thief of joy (I’m crying now). I knew what made me happy… why did I disregard it as my calling this whole time? Because it wasn’t big and grand? (sigh. more ugly crying) …*sips wine
My driving desire, what get’s me so excited and up early in the mornings… is knowing there is a possibility that something wonderful will happen, that just maybe, I’ll be able to spark something in someone else. This is my “why”. Whether it’s sparking happiness, new-found love of an old passion, spreading human kindness… but ultimately and simply, serving. I was doing it all along. My passion… is serving. And it spans across all my relationships at work, home and in my community. #reignite #give
I see little somethings in everyone and I get so excited. I see their heart, their fire… and all I want, with everything that I have, is to support them in their pursuit of that flame. I want their happiness. *goosebumps – (re)igniting one thing then overflows into the next, whether that be your work, relationships, etc. It shows… it’s absolutely breathtaking and contagious.
And so 2018… I dub you the year I radiate.
I want to be fully aware, intentional, of how I walk in my purpose. I want to exude joy, to light up whatever room I walk into and I want to (re)ignite all the souls that would die just to feel alive. I want to vivaciously radiate life – all its wonder, excitements and all the little things. I want to celebrate. Dance. Give. High five. Hug… and I want to love… oh-so-fiercely. Every day. For others… which ultimately fulfills me. (stop crying, Jenn)
Word of the Year:
Ra·di·ate
verb
1. emit (energy, especially light or heat) in the form of rays or waves.
Theme Song(s) of the Year:
Seasons of Love (opening from “Rent”)
Starlight (Muse)
For my first piece of business with radiating… I wanted to look the way I wanted to feel. So I got a new piercing… and a fitting new hair color:
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| Girl on Fire - #Radiate2018 |
5.29.2016
1 Week (plus some): Post-Knee Surgery
For the first handful of days, I stayed in bed. By the 5th day, a Tuesday, I was over it and was desperate for a shower. Tony left with the babies (work/school/daycare) and I willed myself off the bed. I took it slow and had to strategically strip down and get into the shower... somehow. Each move mattered and one mistake could mean being down, found naked (not a sight to see. ha). I REFUSED to let that happen.
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| Stitches, bruises and bandages |
Okay. Suck it up, Jenn! Into the shower I went. It was the first time standing up for a long period of time. Not long into washing my hair, boo-boo knee was getting heavier and the pain was getting intense, I felt my color drop. Ut oh. My good leg hurting from supporting my bum leg, shower walls started spinning and then, there goes my stomach. As quickly as I could, back out of the shower (but not before shaving my legs) and hobbled to collapse on my bed. I was alone and I was scared. Can I really do this alone?
Phone buzzes. It's mom and dad... and they're on their way with chocolate filled croissants. Yesss. Saved!
Day 6, 7... and then some.
The next few days, my parents came over and made breakfast and coffee for me. I needed my mommy... she knew it (and loved it... and so did I).
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| 1, 2, 3, 4... the 4th is in my room. |
The workweek spanned and the days were filled with visitors - tasty dinners, flowers, morning coffee in the backyard, much laughing, lunchdates, and something so special - reconnecting. It felt so good and my spirits lifted in those moments. I'm still in awe of how many people have reached out to me and my family.
A note to you all - continue to do so, not just to me... but to others too. What you've done to help has been incredible in so many ways, in ways you couldn't imagine. I hope to return the blessing.
When I didn't have visitors, I watched movies I've always wanted to watch, caught up on magazines (I love paper and the fresh magazine smell) that have been piled high on my dresser... or spent gazing out the window from the bed and taking in quiet moments. There were days I remember thinking: Mmmm. Bliss.
...days continued to pass. Slowly. Days turned into evenings. Evenings which were filled with bingeing on the TV show Suits, Percocet, and eventually... more grumblings. What day is it? Only THURSDAY!? Sigh. I can only do this for so long.
Oh! I did have a date with my Physical Therapist - he was impressed with how straight my leg was. Apparently most people come in after their ACL surgery and their knees are bent so they have to work on straightening them? Whew. And when I flex my boo-boo knee's quad, his eyes got big. "You are already doing great! and further along than what I'm used to seeing right after surgery. This is great. Here's some homework I want you to do." Ugh. Homework. I've always sucked at homework. Before Tony and I left, I had to make Jeff, the PT, confirm that my knee is this gangster because I worked out. He agreed. And I happily skipped out of his office, figuratively. (sigh. I can't wait to skip again. Grumble, grumble.)
What day is it?
Mr. Tony was talking about his Monday schedule (tomorrow). I retorted with "Uh, It's only Saturday." Him and Abby laughed at me. It's Sunday. "You're losing your mind, Mom". Fair enough... because I definitely feel like I am.
How is it only a little over a week since surgery? It's 1 week and I have MONTHS to go in this recovery. I'm already over it. Insert ugly cry here.
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| One day at a time, Jenn. |
BUT this is me and my journey. No one else's. I need to stay focused on what I'm trying to do and rebuild. It's not easy pulling myself back in once I've derailed (I blame Facebook). Sigh. But when I do, I'm okay.
And so, hmmmm. What adventures can I do with what I have? Dear Pinterest...
#littlethingseveryday #onedayatatime #rebuild
P.S. I start back at work this week. Working from home, but to get back into the trenches with the team in any way, I can't wait.
5.23.2016
Day 4: Post-Knee Surgery
DAY 4Yep. 4 days in. My legs are woolly, my hair is greasy, and thanks to Noah still in diapers, it's been buttwipes bathing for me - "pits and bits". Bleh. I am... a hot mess.
Through all the pain and grime, I'm still greeted with sunshine. The handful of messages and visitors - dinner, cards, treats, care packages... and conversations (to the best of my groggy ability).
*deep breath - just 4 days into this journey and so many soul-shifting "ah ha" moments already. #littlethingseveryday #kneesurgery #findthegood
5.21.2016
Day 1 & 2: Post-Knee Surgery
4:30am - alarm goes off.
5:10am - mom arrives, picking me up in all my sleepy and PJ glory... old, battered crutches in hand. I kiss my sleeping family goodbye and into the van I went.
5:45am - arrive at Kaiser Folsom and get checked in.
I'm a nervous wreck, but why? All I can think of is because of the "unknown" - that and the fact I strongly dislike hospitals! So sterile, smells funny, sick patients... and tons of scary beeping and blinking lights.
7:45am - got done speaking to 6 medical staffmates, all who were funny and amazing. That was a relief since I was near tears the entire time. I confirmed to receive an autograft (not a dead person, allograft) and then the "bartender" administers the good stuff into my IV. All I remember is mom holding my hand on my right, nurses at the foot of the bed and Dr. Jaki to my left. I finally felt relaxed... AND THEN... I came to... 3 hours later.
I was awake but my eyes were still closed. I remember being in excruciating pain and begging for help. That's when the bartender gave me a nerve block via my groin area. I open my eyes and start crying. I asked for my husband. I hear mom... then I hear Mr. Tony. *deep breath
What was to be a short surgery turned into a bit longer one. From my original MRI, we saw something with the MCL. Torn? But we thought nothing of it - apparently when he went in, it was a definite tear and so he fixed my MCL too. Double-whammy.
11:30am - Mr. Tony helps me get dressed and takes me home. We're greeted with my favorite flowers (Gerbera Daisies) and a note from my team. Such a beautiful and thoughtful surprise! Tony gets me situated - feeling sick and zombie-like, I sleep for the rest of the day.
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| Biggest boo-boo yet |
DAY 2 (so far)
7am - Paiiinnn. So much pain. :/ My butt is sore from laying on my back for so long.
I move to make my way to the bathroom and felt almost everything! The nerve block is slowing fading away. My leg is heavy, I'm shaking... finally got myself onto the toilet but apparently not all the way. Jennie Jenn Jen made a bit of a mess. Sigh. Drugs, please.
9am - Breakfast in bed, coffee and got some loves and hugs from Ms. Abigail. Noah just wanted to run and stick his hand in our toilet. Ha. Boys are so gross. I read messages from friends, had some visitors, and threats from mom (because I got up twice without Tony around).
12pm - Leg is propped up and I have an ample amount of books, magazines, ...and starting back up with this blog. Lucky for me, I'm right next to a window that faces my backyard - rose bushes, trees... so much green and that's calming.
All that's missing? A big ol slice of extra chocolatey cake (and a tall, cold glass of milk)!
P.S. Mr. Tony will be home with me for the next week of recovery. He has been patient and amazing - I know caring for me, the babies/their schedules, and the home itself is not an easy feat; I anticipate seeing rough days. But already, thanks to your hugs, love, visits, and messages, we feel we have the best support! Friends and family instantly jumped in, helping out with playdates for Abbs and homemade dinners.
We can say "thank you" all day, even that would never reach the depth of gratitude we have for everyone and everything... thank you, thank you, thank you.
P.P.S. Drugs, please.
12.26.2014
2015: Year of Intent
I KNEW going into 2014 (Year of the Contender), there would be definite sacrifices, brutal battles, and acts of survival... because of having a new baby. What I DIDN'T know was that all of this would be true... but not because of a new baby.
Little Nohie (his story) has been one incredible baby. He's 6mths now. So mellow, happy, a great eater and sleeper... and predictable. He's been a beautiful boy - and apparently, the universe knew I needed an easy-going baby.
This year's struggle was elsewhere, in all other faucets. I can easily say that 2014 was the worst year... even with 5 days left in it. Once New Years Eve comes, I will stand with whatever is left in me and joyously, with tears streaming down my face, count down to shut down this year.
To explain all that has happened, I fear won't do any of it justice (then again, I don't believe it deserves any). I only wish you knew. During this year, I lost the will to truly live. Not in the way of ending my own life, but just being a shell. Completely lifeless. Going day in and day out. 2014, I morn the death of my spirit.
7.08.2014
Noah James
"Tony... Tony! I think this is it!"...I roll out of bed in time for my water to break all over the floor. Yep. That was it.
I'll spare the details of the labor. But know it was quick, excruciating, scary at times...
Wednesday, June 25th @ 6:48am.
A very happy birthday to our little Noah James Rodriguez... or as Abby calls him "Noah Bear".
(I've always called Tony "Papa Bear" even before babies... so when Abby joyfully announced "Noah Bear", it was fate.)
Noah = a name we found in a baby book. We loved the way it sounded with "Abby" and "Rodriguez".
James = after my dad - James Edgar Roberts.
He's the most darling little boy and is thriving, already weighing in at 10pds (2wks after birth). He is amazing in every way - great sleeper, great feeder... he's always calm unless he's hungry and the sweetest little coo'er.
- During labor, his heart-rate would slow to almost flatline during contractions. The most gut-wrenching sound, the slowing of his heartbeat... I was determined that he made it.
- I've wanted a son, but was sure it wasn't going to be in my stars. But here he is.
- The first grandson for both sides of the family.
- No colic. That is a miracle in itself.
- His first 2wks of life, I can't express what I've been faced with. But it's him that reminded me of so much I've lost touch with during this time - he gave me a new sense of life that I've been needing.
- Abby is my angel baby (her story)... and little Noah, my miracle baby.







