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Changing Directions

When I started theSwimMom my life was definitely wrapped up in the world of swimming. Two and half years later my life has morphed into so much more.

One of the reasons I have struggled posting lately as I no longer feel like theSwimMom. In fact, with S. out of the water while she recovers from shoulder surgery and A. deciding he doesn't want to swim I feel like my world has very little to do with swimming.

So I am moving to a new web address. I will be posting links on theSwimMom for the next little bit for all of you that have your feeds connected there but I will not be posting any new content.

It is time to move forward and hopefully I will be able to do better at keeping up with all of the changes. Today has not been the best day. Yours truly did something pretty dang stupid and as the dust settles and I learn the full extent of the damage I will be sharing my story.

Well you know as soon as that voice in my head quits yelling, "STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!" and the other voice quits yelling, "NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR!"

Okay no more whining.

Have a great night everyone

Krissi

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