Genevieve Roxx

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...