Patience and fortitude conquer all things –Ralph Waldo Emerson
A Fourtuitous Story:
A funny thing happened. I took stock of my life, stepped away from my career, picked up my diaper bag (8 grocery bags, two laundry baskets and a baby, too), and then I almost threw up. Thankfully, when I saw past the three children pawing at my legs, I noticed three fabulous women who were knee-deep in their own transitions. I felt safer knowing I wasn’t navigating change alone. Naturally, I blackmailed them (there’s no shame in it) to write a blog chronicling their lives as they figured out who they were now, where they were going, and how they were going to get there.
In less than a year, unexpected events altered the course of their lives and Amelia, Rose and Cathy found inspiration and obligations in other places. That’s the way it is, and that’s the way it should be. How fortuitous!
Me? Emily. I’m still here.
I picked up one of my favorite women, Michelle, and we are going to do this. And do this hard.
We’re keeping our name because well, a random string of events brought us here, a random string of events shifted the waters, but we can make this thing float anyway.
Fourtuitous. We’re not FOUR women anymore. Instead, Fourtuitous is the serendiptious mess when FOUR worlds collide: home, family, culture and career.
We are so glad you stopped by for a visit!
Here’s sneak peek at who we are:
I was a career woman. “Mommy!” I was re-writing the image of teacher as matronly school marm with my up-to-the-minute fashion sense, “Maaaaameeee…” ear on the pulse of pop culture and art,“Mamamamama.” active engagement in the pedagogical conversation, “Mahmeeeee!” Now, I’m transitioning to the terrifying role of stay-at-home “Maaaaaaaa” mom to three precious little ones, “Mommommommommom” who are challenging me and “MoMoMoMO!” opening my eyes to what’s really important. “Wipe me!”
I’m guilty of many things:
- I’m guilty of loving what I do MORE everyday, because I’m surrounded by women and men who motivate me and make me want to work harder.
- I’m guilty of loving the fact that most nights I come home to bathed kids in bed (I feel awful typing that…but it’s.so.TRUE!)
- I’m guilty of knowing my job as a fitness instructor is my guilty pleasure. I would rather spend an hour with smiling sweaty women and men, than by myself with a jar of Nutella (THAT was VERY hard to admit.)
- I’m ABSOLUTELY guilty of loving my family UNCONDITIONALLY.
But I know in order for me to take care of them, I have to also take care of myself (and THAT was REALLY hard to write).
We hope you’ll sit and stay a little while, and we hope you’ll come back again and again!
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