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Fiona is almost 6 years old

My Wee Fiona is about to turn 6 yrs old in a week. She’s over 55 pounds and 4 feet. She’s a solid beautiful little lass. 

We’re at that place where she’s demanding competency and independence. Reading like a pro. On the verge of her life. And life has many many lessons to teach both of us.

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So I leave her in her bathtub for a few minutes the other night and I hear her call me.

” What do you need Fiona ?”

“Can you bring me my blond Barbie baby?”

“I don’t know where it is.”

“OK, just bring me the brown babies then.”


I walk into the bathroom. Ken’s got his pants on but Barbie is naked. Seems they kissed and now she is having a baby. 


“Whoa there Fiona, how about you let them get to know eachother, buy a house, and have a puppy first. See if they don’t kill it.” She conceded to the puppies.


With age comes the distribution of knowledge. Birth and death are at the top of the list for needing to know. Wish me luck.

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And this year, a low key birthday celebration for Fiona. See these posts for the previous three years’ parties. The Moana party here, the Frozen party here, and the Minnie party here

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Getting to Know Me

Within a two day span, I had several of you my dear readers look me straight in the eye and tell me that you had read and gotten something from my last post. And this is what I noted after I thanked you for reading; I’m being read. I am handing out how I feel and what I think with no expectations about how many are reading or if it’s making a difference. But you are and I am. And that feels strangely like an awakening.

I can and have spent a lot of time fretting about fulfilling a purpose and you just told me I was. I have put myself through such existential wringers while silently I impacted the world in the slightest kindest ways. And I paid no attention to the fact that I have said so much that my body of work probably speaks for itself. Because I didn’t give myself credit for much of anything. Anxiety feeds low self-esteem and around and around again.

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It dawned on me that perhaps I need to spend some time intentionally getting to know myself. That I’ve been telling myself who I am but I just haven’t been paying as much attention as I should have. Bad parenting I guess. They say you already have everything you need to know inside you, it’s just a matter of listening. So I’m thinking I’m going to take the opportunity to get to know myself a little better.

And I just might make a new friend.

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I Used to Be a Bunny But Now I’m a Turtle

No doubt you are familiar with the story of the tortoise and the hare. The hare, aka bunny, got cocky forseeing a future where he won the race, put on by a bored tyrannical lion, because he was faster than the tortoise, aka turtle. And the bunny lost because he prioritized a nap and his obvious destiny to win over actually being in the race. The story could be a reference to opposing governmental systems but for this post’s purposes, they are past and present me.

I used to be referred to as the Energizer Bunny which I also came to understand stood for my chosen defense mechanism I developed growing up against being criticized by my father: Industrious Overfocused. Looking and being busy staved off the inner voices of my Not Enoughs and I was constantly proving I was worth the value of what I accomplished. But I didn’t believe it until I finally did believe I was enough. That is another story.

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Since my shift, I feel more like Master Oogway from Kung Fu Panda. The wise old tortoise knew the powers of being present. He said,”You are too concerned with what was and what will be. There is a saying: Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present.” Where I used to worry about what people might think and not making mistakes, I am now mindful that this moment is all I truly have and I cherish each by making the best of them. Whether that’s being present is for my daughter or my son or myself, I recognize the power of my focused attention.

I am taking my life so slowly because I want my impetus to come from personal desire and not the should place of my past. When I come from a place of should, it never works out well. I am being cautiously optimistic that the universe is routing for me. I am working from a place of faith that I am here not only to birth and witness my children, but to do the same for myself. I aspire to be a wise old turtle.

Ps. Another Lesson I learned from Kung Fu Panda was How Chi is all it’s cracked up to be.

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Reserve the Right to Make a Bad Decision

This morning, I was considering how hard it is sometimes to make a decision. Especially with our epidemic perfectionism, we are often paralyzed by the idea of making a “wrong” decision. But truly, the hardest part about making the decision is making the decision. The carrying out of the decision and the consequences are a matter of wrote and history at that point.

Choice and changes are inevitable. “If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice”, from the song Free Will by Rush . There is no way out of change. If we buck our leaders, our mothers, or ourselves, we will create a place where we are alone and mistrusting of our lives. The indecision we experience over a decision is either a symptom of our mistrust of ourselves or can end up causing us to mistrust ourselves more if we give our indecision any credit.

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Instead, if we know that 50% of our choices will not work out, we can assume that 50% will. And we could afford ourselves the respect that any choice we make will be the best we are capable of at the time. When my husband was in a room helping to negotiate a labor contract, the lawyer for the management turned to him and said,”Management reserves the right to make bad decisions.” Touchee.

So instead of undermining ourselves with doubt over whichever choice we make, we would be better off to just concede that we do the best we can with the information we have at a given time and go with our guts. Trust in ourselves is a muscle we build every time we choose. And to respect our need to grow this muscle and that we always do our best, we can be compassionate self-leaders.

I encourage you to reserve the right to make bad choices. Grant yourself permission to be wrong. But you just might be right.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

It’s Monday, Be Here Now

Twitchy and his /her mate are helping themselves to the cat food outside on the back porch. I just told Crackers to go enjoy squirrel TV at the window. The heat just kicked on and the heat registers are creaking and squeaking their symphony of protest. No school and I am leisurely writing my post. Because what matters is now.

I’ll let the squirrels graze on cat chow for a few more minutes and make myself some breakfast. Our family is going to the movies today to see the second Lego movie. We’re all excited. There really isn’t anything more important than that. Not today’s politics or the weather or the extra weight on my bum.

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The weekend has left me dehydrated and without exercise. And I’m very very aware that we are infinitely more loved and connected to our people in our lives than we realize. We attended a funeral service for a woman so immensely beloved by her community, her death is soul crushing. And her husband so eloquently reminded us that we are inside each other always.

Whenever I see you and you say “Nice to see you”, I’m gonna say, “Its nice to be seen”, because the other option is to be gone. I’m letting my daughter catch me smiling at her. I’m being with her until she walks away. And I’m laughing, always laughing.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

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