Genevieve Roxx

About a month ago, I got a new tattoo, or shall I say seven new butterflies. In its lifetime, a butterfly will go through many changes. From the start, it's a caterpillar, and then it grows to a butterfly; it eventually flies away to many places. Much like me. I've been through so many changes in my life, and I've been to many places. When I heard the song, "Free Bird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd, I knew I that the song had to be the theme to my tattoo, except, I couldn't find the bird I wanted permanently inked to my body.  I'm not really a fan of birds- but- I love butterflies so it fit. The colors are perfect, purple, black and white; and I put it on my right side thigh, there's hope that there may be more below or above it one day. In my last blog, "Inked" - I admitted that my young niece didn't want me to get a tattoo. I've yet to tell her that I have these butterflies. I may tell her this weekend when I see her - or I may w

In 2014, I had a life-changing surgery. Since then, my life literally changed. Because I was forced to sit still for two-months to recover, I fell into the writers zone and I've completed the first draft of my 55,000-word novel.  Unlike most writers these days, I've yet to share my story online. I've made an effort to keep the plot and characters a secret. I haven't started a twitter page for the story- and I probably won't. Actually, I lied. I did post the first eleven chapters of the very first draft of my story on a website for authors. I took it down, and it's plot has changed since last year. There's no secret that I have a passion for fitness, and music, and sometimes racing. So, it's no surprise that my fiction stories are heavily centered around the three. If there's anything I'm willing to share about the story is that it's filled with sex, booze, and rock'n roll. There are racers and their fast cars. Rock stars with thei

Though I am walking around with a broken heart, and tears of rage are at the tips of my eyes, I have to admit that I've had some pretty good days this year. I guess 39 years old, best relates to the opening line of the novel "A Tale of Two Cities," written by Charles Dickens: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.” My "Journey to Forty" has been filled with exciting experiences; some were planned, others were not. Either way,  I will not forget this year for a long time. Only five more months to go before I turn the  big 4 0. I don't want to count down the months, weeks or days- but- it's a little hard to do when you've got big plans for the future. I'm grateful for good karma, and should count

Ever wonder why some people have tattoo's all over their body? The truth is, once you get one tattoo, you want a second and then a third. It's an addiction for some. For others, a tattoo is a personal symbol. I put my first tattoo is above my heart, and it's a banner of my late niece, Mercedes. I do not regret getting this tattoo, but, I can think of many different designs I could do with her name- and I may redesign the banner one day. She is above my heart because that is where she'll always be. Hers is the only name that'll ever have permanently etched in my skin. I've always known that I wanted a second tattoo, and I'd like to have it in time for my fortieth. Certain members of my family have expressed their strong opinions. My niece in particular. She is six, and her opinions matter to me, and I don't want to be a negative influence on her - but - when she told me her real reason for disapproval was because her "mommy said no," I had t

I love music. I can't live without it. As a matter of fact, I'd rather have music on all day than television. As much as I love movies, there's something about music that hits my soul, and since MTV no longer plays cool music videos, the television is turned off more than the computer. These days, I'm addicted to Spotify- on my cell phone and PC. I'm also a huge fan of the iHeart  Radio show, Sixx Sense (save that opinion for another blog!). As much as I love music, I do not dance, at least, not anymore. Sometimes I miss it- but obviously not enough. I run, I practice yoga, that's enough. But more importantly, I'm shocked I'm not investing time learning how to play the guitar. It is seriously my favorite instrument, and if you ask me what my favorite genre of music is, the real answer is rock and roll and country. Why? Because, it involves a lot of guitar. Heavy guitar, bass and acoustic guitar. Confession, when I hear a song with strong guitar I

Never Give Up The worst decision you'll ever make is to give up on yourself. That includes your health. So many people misunderstand the fitness industry, they assume that fitness is just a leisure hobby for the young, single and rich. The internet has done a lot to inspire many, yet, where there's good, bad is one step behind. For every good deed you do, there's a critic. Sure, the internet is filled with a lot of false information; or contradicting information-- but that's not an excuse to give up on taking care of yourself. Despite political opinions on the health care coverage, we now have insurance to help us in a few different ways, and how we choose to use the help to our advantage is our responsibility. There are far too many ways to stay in good health, and there is a unique way for each of you to stay on top of your own health goals. Do not do what others do. It is a mistake to believe that if I can do this- so can you. Your life is different than mi

Sure, we live differently when we're single. We do what we want, when we want and don't have many boundaries. Truth is, a lot of us single women do have boundaries, and self-control. Singles are often accused of being "insecure"- "too picky" - or "too independent." That is far from the truth for so many. I can only speak for myself, and I say, if I were insecure or afraid of rejection, then I'd be with Mr. Wrong. And that, is far worse than living single. Single life at thirty-nine is very different than single life in your twenties. At thirty-nine, we are content with many parts of ourselves, and our lives. The part of me that I love the most, is often feared by many. People assume my ambition, passion and commitment to my fitness goals is intimidating. Fitness is a lifestyle, I do not do it to keep myself busy. I do it because it's my way of life. I'm not where I used to be, but, the purpose of this blog is to discuss the p

I had waited years to visit Los Angeles, California. When I was a teenager, I said I'd bail out of New England immediately after high school and move to LA. That didn't happen. There were times I said "this is the year I visit," but it never worked. I've done a lot of things, and got really close to experiencing true success and true happiness. Then it all fell apart. It proves one of my favorite quotes to be true: "Making it to the top is hard, but, staying there is harder." I don't mind hard work, I don't mind sweating, or aches and pains. I fear complacency. I fear a stale, routine lifestyle and that's the life I have been living this past year.  In return, I earned enough money to hop on a plane to visit the coast of California. I didn't look at my bank account one day and book a last minute get-away. I had planned, and saved my money for seven months. I didn't really talk about it either . I booked one flight, then th

The reality is, I will be turning forty in about eight months. Time is flying by. I am perfectly fine with that. I feel like this is a major milestone. I'm on this journey alone- and I'm perfectly fine with that as well. I'm told I do not look like a typical thirty-nine year-old. What does a woman my age really look like, anyway? If you've read anything I've written before, you know that I'm a fitness and nutrition buff, I love auto-racing, I rarely watch TV unless it's a movie, I love going to the movie theater, I read and I write a lot. I prefer big cities, and  beaches over small towns and mountains. Summer to winter, and all sorts of country, rock music;  sometimes dance music and hardly ever rap. I've thought about this blog and why I want to write it. We live in a blog obsessed world, so why will mine be read more than others? I'm different than most women my age. I don't have a husband, a wild divorce story; I'm not even dat