Decisions on which pictures to post.

Social media is an avenue to share pictures of your life with family, friends and the world if you choose to.  I post photos from my trips and hikes. Honestly, the best ones are selected to share.  Rarely do I post the blurry ground shots taken by accident. The shared pictures are only the highlights of my life.  The shit storms are rarely captured and never shared.  When I am midst of emotional stress, taking a selfie is the furthest thing from my mind.  As I peruse the posts of my friends, family and the world, only the positive highlights are shared by them too.  Sadly this leads to very unrealistic images of what a full life looks like.

One evening, I decided to take the extra time to straighten my hair in effort to look different with hopes to feel different. Anyone with naturally curly hair who lives in the south understands the labor of love (or self hate) required to take on such a task alone!  The end result was great as long as I stayed in an air conditioned environment.

Social media cannot ever give anyone self esteem, yet at times it can provide some needed kindness.  That night in particular my mind needed to hear, “You look pretty,” and social media provided that for me.  What I did not share was how upset I was a few hours later.  That would have taken courage which could have appeared needy.  It would definitely been the ugly side of a selfie.  You see that night, I got stood up.  No, that is not awful or life altering event, it just hurt.  Some troubling things happened earlier in the week in a totally different area of my life and was looking forward to spending time with this new man.  He didn’t show.  He isn’t a bad person, he just didn’t text, call or show up.  Was he being purposefully mean? Probably not.  His life was busy and he forgot.  Life happens, yet I am not in a place where I desire to spend time with people who forget about time that is planned in advance to spend together without a quick text. So I ended it and haven’t seen him since.  No biggie.

The picture taken the next day was completely different.  Both are a true representation of life, yet I only chose to share the “pretty” one until now.  We would actually have a far better understanding of each other, if the vulnerable times were captured as well.  Vulnerability was in the “pretty” picture, but it was just hidden.  In the second one, it is clearly visible.  The sun continued to rise and my heart lifted again.  Overall, I am a very happy person who looks for positivity in everything.  At the same time I am human with feelings that get hurt.  Today, I courageously show you the other side of my smile.


Kristin Springfield
Living a full life!



New Battery

 It was my last morning at my favorite ranch in South Dakota, Circle View Ranch.  I did not want to leave as I slowly walked around the house savoring the last sunrise.  This was the day my ever flexible itinerary had me driving to Nebraska.  The Escape was all packed.  After saying goodbye to my housemates and the ranch family, I jumped in the car with my book on CD selected.  I press the start button, because the car doesn’t even have a real key.  I swear, after 5 years, it still is odd not to have keys dangling by the steering column. Magically, nothing happened to the engine. A few lights came on the dash with a message to call the dealer.

Looking out the window, I take in the incredible horizon and smile.  Of course the car won’t start.  That would be the only way that I would get to spend more time at the Circle View Ranch.  The dealer informed me that a new battery was in need.  I took the steps to call AAA, which I was delighted to have renewed before this trip!  The closest help was about 2 hours away.  I am certain that the AAA call center has never heard such excitement at a long wait.

Excitedly, I returned to my friends and was happy to have a few more hours on the ranch.  In that moment, I was stranded in one of my very favorite places.  I pulled out my laptop, made coffee and set up to blog on the porch.  It was heavenly.  As the other guests left to start their adventures, I settled into relaxing.  After a few hours, the tow truck showed up, gave the car a jump and off I went.  It was all perfect in timing.  Apparently the battery had about 2 more days of life in it before it bit the dust.

While in Illinois the battery needed to be replaced.  Apparently the Escape’s placement of the battery requires damn near everything to be removed in order to get to it.  I knew that it would be interesting when 4 of the workers looked under the hood, bent down to get a better idea of what was needed to get to the batter, and all rose back up shaking their heads in wonder.  It took a team of trained workers to give my car a new battery and get it back on the road.

The entire experience is beyond interesting to me.  I took this month long trip to recharge my emotional batteries through moving my body in nature with hikes and yoga.  I made sure to surround myself with loving family and friends intermittently throughout this trip.  Additionally, there were new adventures where I made new friends and explored areas I’ve never been too.  I was in a place before my trip that was much like the car needing a jump start to get the last bit of life out of it. When I threw in the towel and surrendered to the need of an extended vacation, support came from everywhere.  My job, friends and family were amazing in helping me to make this trip happen.  This trip is similar to the car needing help from others to get the job done right.

Sometimes we need more than a jump start in life. Sitting still for awhile and allowing life to unfold before you is much like having a dead battery.  You aren’t going anywhere, so you might as well do what you can to calm down and soak up the environment.  The new battery came just before my last stop on my way home.  The new battery for the car came just as my heart, soul and body felt fully recharged with joy.  Upon arrival home, I was ready to get back in the game of my day to day life.

New batteries for me and the Escape all at the same time; I love how the Universe works.  Sometimes it really is literal, yet it still makes me smile as I shake my head.  My goal now that I have the new batteries is to make space in my life for more adventures.  We shall see what shows up now!


Kristin Springfield
Fully Recharged


The power of red sparkle

Red sparkle is my very favorite color.  Seeing it makes my heart smile.  As silly as that sounds, it is true.  My daughter, Kenzie, loved the color when she was a little girl more than I ever could.  She wore red sparkle shoes every single day from the moment she started walking until middle school.  We all remember what it was like to be in middle school with the power of what other people think.  Unfortunately, that is when the tradition of red sparkle shoes went into retirement.

After returning home from a road trip, I go through a period of making space in my house and attic.  I continue to focus on lightening my load in order to make moving easier in the future.  My favorite thing to collect in life is tax receipts from Goodwill.  I found myself in the attic over the weekend going through boxes when I found the infamous red sparkle shoes.

Watching Kenzie as a child dance, run and play through life in those shoes were the highlights of motherhood.  Stumbling upon the shoes in a box reminded me of those wonderful days and made my heart sing and dance.  This discovery brought me back to a place in time when I lived with a magical dancing free spirited little girl who loved red sparkle shoes no matter what others thought!

Upon examination of the shoes, the stories of life lived in them is told in the way they were worn.  Most have very little sparkle left on the toes due to playground adventures.  Some have mud on them from hiking.  For what proud girl does not hike in mud in her favorite shoes.  I actually remember a time when one shoe was almost lost to a mud pit.  Others have worn out heels from sliding into base in gym.  Yet all of them were worn with the intent to squeeze every ounce of joy out of each moment.  I want to do all of those things within the spirit of my life!  Let’s all wear the glitter off our toes, have marks of mud and adventures all over our bodies, while sliding into the later stages of life by the edges of our heels.  An amazing a life we would all have.

Thank you, Kenzie, for being you and reminding us to live life in such a magical way!


Kristin Springfield
Red Sparkle Lover