Cha-cha-cha-cha-changes.

Recently, in the struggle of moving from who I was to who I am becoming, the Universe took notice and became the world's biggest asshole Fitness Boot Camp coach who wanted to see just how serious I am about getting rid of my dad bod and firming up my core.

Let It Go.

Letting go is not for sissies. If anyone needs a push, or a swift kick in the rump, it's me. Even then, I still won't let go right away. I've held onto grudges like trapezes and withheld forgiveness more times in my life than I care to count, so it's no wonder I'm not very good at it.

Well, How Did I Get Here?

Often, the first question I’m asked when I disclose that I’m HIV positive is “Do you know who infected you?” or “How did you get it?” Every HIV positive person I've chatted with has a story of how they got here; it is a crucial part of our journey and identity.