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Bridget Forney  Forney is the name/PR is the game | VP @profilesbmore | PR + editorial products specialist | Mother of dragons (boys) |

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Dear Diary:
Everyone wants to know when she's coming home. How much longer will she be away? Why can't she come home now? But now that I'm here, I see the beautiful life she's worked so hard to build. It's not easy putting down roots in a place you aren't thrilled to be at. Even when her heart wasn't in it, she kept going - she keeps going every day. And slowly but surely, her life has happened in the process and beautiful, amazing memories have happened over time. That's what happens, even when you're paying attention and missing your family. Life goes on. The answers to all of the questions might be a little complicated, but she knows where she needs to be and that's an incredible sign of strength. I wish I could bring her home with me, but that would be selfish. So instead I'll cherish every moment I get to spend with her here and I'll see her again soon. We will keep going every day, even when we don't want to. And slowly but surely, an amazing life with incredible memories will just happen in the process. It might be "go time" in the end of the fourth quarter, but this is just the first chapter of a very long, exciting book, @shellymay87. Can't wait for what's ahead, but I could never wish away the rest of this chapter either. #electricboots

Dear Diary:
There's a viral video going around on Facebook right now about a mom and her two little girls. She's wired, trying to get through her day with them, but at the end of the day, the kids only remember the beautiful parts. The video says, "because your normal might be their magical."
Man, I hope my kids remember the cool parts of our day in between the mundane. In between the commands to, "SHARE WITH YOUR BROTHER; KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELVES; etc." and my millionth trip downstairs again to fulfill their requests for milk, grapes, goldfish or all of the above.
I hope they remember how we rocked out to @marenmorris in the car, had pool noodle light saber fights in the aisle at Target, held hands while we walked together, played duck-duck-goose on the trampoline with just three people, lied about our mini golf scores because A for effort, baked banana bread together and feasted on the batter, talked about dragons in the sky, flipped coins into a fountain and wished for everything, and cuddled each other at nap time in favor of phones, tv and computers. I hope they remember the good stuff. But I'm writing it down in case I forget, too.

Dear Diary:
We set out to meet friends at @belairmainst #firstfriday. But happened upon a line for this free event nearly two blocks long! So we did this instead @black_eyed_suzies. I got my beer. They got their chicken and fries. We all sat in the breeze with just enough sunshine to keep us warm but not make us sweat. Just the three of us talked, people watched, ate a great dinner and never had to bump up against a single other human being in a hot crowd. We could still hear the band down the street, but had the best view of every motorcycle and ambulance that drove by (exciting stuff for boys!). We were treated like the kings and queen we are and @black_eyed_suzies had great food and a winning outdoor atmosphere. I also watched a few hot and parched families with small kids come up and the manager approached them, served them all fresh ice water and assured them a 15ish minute wait. They went above and beyond to make sure these families who looked like they were having worse luck than we had were cooled down and comfortable while they waited. Kind people are my kinda people. And we were among them. #FirstFriday may have been a bust for us, but the night we ended up with instead was so much better and a mom deserves a break like that every once in a while. I love it when plans work out better and not worse. I think we won tonight.

Dear Diary:
They didn't get it from me, I swear. Okay, maybe they did a little bit.
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Have you ever composed a song for someone you loved?? I made up a song for them in which I sing various renditions of their names in between phrases of "I love you" while singing descriptions of what they each look like and how smart they are. The song takes on various tunes depending on my mood and I honk like a goose "WOMP-WOMP" for Tucker and chirp like a bird "WEE-WEE" for Taylor throughout the chorus. It's completely different every time. I know, I'm weird. Sometimes it's a 30-second jingle. Sometimes it goes on for minutes. Sometimes, they even start to sing along to this crazy, made-up, off-tune song. But sometimes, it fills the silence when we don't know what else to say in times of boredom, laughter, bedtime or madness. I make it up as I go along every time. And I'm not a good singer. And neither are they. But I think the song says, "I love you enough to sing about you," and that's what makes it beautiful. Even if it only makes sense to us. 🎶WOMP-WOMP! WEE-WEE! 🎶

Dear Diary:
Being a mother didn't come naturally to me. In some ways, pregnancy, childbirth and the recovery involved robs you of so much of what makes one motherly to begin with. Am I hitting my stride? Not really. I'm impatient AF, I still laugh when someone takes a tumble, I *didn't* post on Mother's Day about motherhood being the best thing that ever happened to me, both my kids have fidget spinners, I just read a book titled, "How Not to Hate Your Husband After Kids," (thanks, @janceedunn) and we've watched Zootopia 80 times in four days (ish). But, man, I've got this love thing down. I cherish my two boys and show them that daily. They'll never have to wonder if I love them. They'll know. Love is laying down the law. Love is making them respect others. Love is being the last one to pull away from a hug. Love is rules, brothers, cuddles and yeah, occasional yelling. I may still be learning how to be a great mom. Maybe that part never stops. But every once in a while they do something that makes me think, "you might be doing some of this right." I'll hold onto those moments until I figure out the rest.

Dear Diary:
I read that if you want something bad enough, you have the power of intention to make it happen. That if you really want something, you should be able to come up with 100 reasons why. I started this exercise thinking, "how could I possibly come up with 100 reasons without repeating one" and "this is ridiculous; you really only need five *good* reasons." But once I started writing them down, they just started falling out of my mind, down my arm, through the pen and onto the paper. One after the next after the next, all of a sudden, I had 101 reasons why and I could probably have kept going. Reason #85: Because I have all the tools to be successful. Reason #58: Because my dad believes in me. Reason #50: Because I'm a FORNEY. Reason #37: Because I don't belong in a box. Reason #17: Because I'm not afraid of a big idea. Reason #47: Because I know where I want to be in five years and I want to do it in two. Reason #48: Because I don't give a fuck what people think. Reason #99: Because a goal not written down is just a wish.
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I do believe. And I am blessed. @notestoselfsocks got it right. I couldn't pick just one note, one reason, to wear. So I wore one of each. And they reminded me today to keep going. To remember my 100 reasons. .
Most people won't know what my socks look like inside the black army-style boots I stomp around in. My 100 reasons are on paper and in my heart. And today, at least, I'm wearing two of them right on my feet. Do you have 100 reasons, too? They probably live inside you and you don't even know it. Start writing them down, see what happens and report back. #100reasonswhy

Dear Diary:
This little dude is giving me a legit run for my money...and my mind...and my everything. I knew my second baby would be different. I knew he'd be his own special, unique kind of awesome. But I never knew he'd be so freakin' cool, lovable and fun. This past weekend included him both scream-crying at me for over an hour and then the best cuddles, affection and love ever. I wear my heart on my sleeve and my emotions on my face. So does he. I have an idea a minute. So does he. I love to create things and chase things and love things. So does he. I have great hair. So does he. We're in right now I'm sure what most would call a phase: he's obsessed with me. He follows me, listens to me, loves me and sleeps on the floor by my bed because he doesn't want to be without me (trust and believe, I tried!). I know it won't last forever, and it's a challenge when he demands only I be the one to put him in his car seat, pick him up, get him his drink, etc. This favoring of me isn't without its challenges when he rejects others in the family doing things for him or trying to hug him even (permission from him must be granted prior!). But for now, I'm taking the bad with all of the amazing, remarkable, loving and adorable good. It's not always pretty, but it's always filled with absolute love. I'll take it. And I write this so I'll remember it.

Dear Diary:
What makes someone an Instagram expert? Is it someone who isn't afraid of the platform? Is it someone who pushes the boundaries and experiments with new ideas, images, words on Instagram? I think it's the person pioneering new strategies, stories, filters and formulas. It's the person not only trendspotting but trendsetting as the game constantly changes before our very eyes. It's the person who wakes up to an Instagram update and doesn't cower, but can't wait to test and innovate. I had the honor of moderating a panel of Instagram experts last week including @jesdbieber @rizzchong and @m.herzing all representing brands on Instagram who average thousands of likes and comments per post, and hundreds of thousands of followers. These women impressed the audience and me with their Instagram insights about tools, strategy, audience, analytics, visuals, collaboration and more. And I got to do what I love to do: ask all the questions. Was I nervous? Every time. Were my hands a little shaky? Yes. Does holding a microphone feel weird? Always. I've never moderated a panel before, but I'm so glad these women were part of my trial run. Smart. Poised. Knowledgeable of the craft and incredibly professional. They made my job easy and I'm always learning from them with every question asked. Instagram experts aren't afraid to share what they know with the masses. Instagram is changing every day and speaking with the panel made me feel like I was a half a step ahead of it. And the journalist in me still has a long list of follow-up questions to keep the conversation going.

Dear Diary:
The orange-infused hollandaise sauce on this eggs Benedict dish was both citrusy and satisfying. There are few things in this life one wants to fill a pool with and Scrooge McDuck-dive into. This sauce may have been one of them. Just so you know, I usually order the eggs Benedict, AS WELL AS a side pancake or waffle. I didn't today. And I really regretted it for several hours after. Why did I hold back? Was I trying to be ladylike? Was I thinking about the calories? Was I worried my friend would think I was a glutton? I'm not sure. Maybe all of the above. But I'll be back. And next time, I'm having that side pancake along with whatever else. Because when faced with a choice of sweet or savory, I usually choose both. I should have gotten that pancake. Maybe next Sunday. No, probably. Probably next Sunday. #latergram @alchemy_elements #brunchlife #brunchregrets #brunchclub #cleanplateclub

Dear Diary:
I knew there was a reason God gave me long legs. Now I know what they were meant for after all these years: having enough space for both a dog AND a toddler on my lap at the same time! #epiphany Glad we cleared that up finally.

Dear Diary:
I missed my sister. She's a pretty cool chick. Scratch that. She's a completely kick-ass pal. We did an aerial yoga thing (thanks @yogaonyorkmd) and got to experience Hanging Potted Plant and an inverted star/splits (hello, motion sickness) and, my favorite (as @culturallyfit knows), floating savasana (because legit, you just lay on your back)! 🤸🏻‍♂️
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I realized after that, I couldn't stop talking about it, and about her. We don't get to spend as much time together as we used to (dang kids), but this felt like getting back to center (and not just in a yogi way). Plus, she gave me this completely awesome recipe for overnight oatmeal (as I'm trying to get away from my standard donut-a-day practice 🍩). I was totally skeptical, but man this oatmeal gets it so right. And every time I eat it, I think of her. Every time I share it with someone new, I get to talk about her. And that's how comfort food is built, people. So today, I share with you what I'm calling Sister Oats (actually derived from a @toneitup recipe shhhhhhh 🤷🏻‍♀️)... 1️⃣Step 1/ buy mason jars from @target dollar spot (it just tastes better in mason jars)
2️⃣Step 2/ Put in 1/3 cup of raw oats
3️⃣Step 3/ Add 1 cup of almond milk
4️⃣Step 4/ Add 2 TBLSP peanut butter
5️⃣Step 5/ Add 2 TBLSP maple syrup
6️⃣Step 6/ Add 4 tsp chia seeds
7️⃣Step 7/ Add sliced banana on top and who are we kidding add another splash of the syrup
8️⃣Step 8/ shake, sit in fridge overnight - eat in morning 💁🏻 Take it from someone who mostly prefers donuts over all other food items, SisterOats is a home-freaking-run. And I love her so much for sharing it with me and keeping her top of mind every morning this week as I work out this crick in my back from aerial yoga.

Dear Diary:
When it comes to style, I pretty much feel like I'm dressing as someone else every day. I put on clothes that match, look nice and are generally on-trend. But I rarely feel like myself in them. 👠
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Growing up, i remember having most of the latest trendy styles: bell bottoms when they came back in the 90s, layers and polos when Hollister was all the rage, and a few nice dresses for church I felt super uncomfortable in. As a military brat desperate to fit in, I never really had a style all of my own. I just emulated what I thought would help me blend with the other kids. 🎒
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Doing just that over the past 30 years and two pregnancies has left me kind of style-less. Even when I recognize something I like in a piece of clothing from @letote or @stitchfix, it's never the same as the thing I liked before. The one constant in my closet seems to be things that are black. Wearing all black just seems like the easy answer when I can't find an outfit to put together or have no style vision. In fact, my morning routine is usually searching Pinterest for outfits that I can copy so I don't have to think about it.👚
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Until this weekend when my mom commented of my son: "Tucker, like you, is already (at only 5!) recognizing what clothes are most comfortable and wants to wear pieces that *feel good.*" For those of you who don't know, that means stretchy pants (what we call sweat/yoga/leggings pants). And she's right; why can't I just wear clothes that feel good!? #stretchypantnation (Thank God "athleisure" is trendy right now.) 👖
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I still don't really know what my style is other than (with the help of Pinterest) to be stylish. But I'm learning more about myself through the eyes (and style) of my son, who, like me, has an affinity for stretchy pants. 🕶
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So if he wants to wear stretchy pants to school, and they make him feel like himself, and they help him develop his own unique style, I guess I'm cool with that. I, at least, have Pinterest...

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