Coach Kirstin

This weekend was our girls trip. Every year we try and get together with our sorority sisters. My sisters are some of my funnest, craziest and most treasured memories from college. I actually didn't pledge until the spring of my sophomore year. I was well on my way of my own path but what they added was even more valuable. My favorite memories are of living in the house, all of us getting ready together, swapping clothes, getting our make up or hair done and of course outfit checks. This weekend was filled with laughs and craziness. But the parts I enjoyed the most were getting ready together just like we always had. And a lazy Saturday morning as we re-hydrated and waited for the Advil to kick in, laughing at our antics and telling stories. The conversations are a little more grown up but they are also still the crazy girls I love. It was a great weekend and I can't wait until next time. But I'm exhausted and will be taking a nap for the rest of my flight home and enjoying...

I used to hate my stepmom. And she felt the same about me. We had some knockdown drag out fights and my poor dad was caught in the middle. And for all the time we as a family spent in counseling and my individual time. It wasn't what made a difference in our relationship. It was life. Growing up and learning to deal with stuff. And realizing we are far from perfect. And being able to say your sorry. My parents have been together for over 20 years and it's only in the latter half have we come together as a family. And now my stepmom is in my life in so many ways and I feel luck to have her there. But the reason is because she doesn't have to be there, she wants to be there. We choose to keep in touch and talk. And that relationship is probably one of my favorites. It's like a friend. You get to choose that they are in your life. But I am extra lucky because she is my stepmom.

We have all said it before. And we all have a type. I was out with my friend a few weeks ago on a Saturday night, he knows my type before I ever say anything and I his.   So when I mentioned someone I saw later, he already knew who I was talking about. But your "type" is actually a true thing. There have been studies where blindly we are attracted to the smell of our genetic opposite, it's evolution at its simplest. But that Sunday I was at brunch with my girlfriend and we were talking about a guy she had gone out with who wasn't really her type but then she commented "my type doesn't exist or he does but he's going to cheat on me." Both of which are true because we have a similar type. Since then I have been thinking a lot about my type and maybe I don’t know what it is.   Or that my "type" is something I'm not paying attention to.   I began thinking "what are my basic must have's of someone I date?" The problem is I...