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Wow, It’s My 8th Year Blogaversary

Hard to believe I’ve been writing this blog for 8 years. I didn’t really read blogs or know what they were in 2011. But there was this woman I was trying to befriend and she insisted that, as a writer, I needed to start one. My blog should have a theme and I would gain an audience, a readership. So I went ahead and set up my free WordPress blog in August of 2011.

I wanted to call it Chez La Vie, The Home of My Life in French. (Chez La is pronounced just like my name, Shalagh). But that domain was taken by a French restaurant in an English resort town. So I settled for Shalavee and away I excitedly went.

I don’t know that I can adequately describe all the changes that this choice has put me through. I was introduced to Social Media and all the ups and downs that that entails. I discovered I can make a community with people all over the world that I’ve never met. I found my voice, I found my art, and I found a good part of me. I’ve been trolled, I’ve sat in a lot of silence, and I’ve become a way better writer.

Wow, It's My 8th Year Blogaversary on Shalavee.com

I’ve also stayed very small. I’ve watched many other bloggers become bigger and bigger. I try not to compare my lack of progress to their progress but it’s there. But all of us have different journeys we have to make and take. Mine has been a round about way of finding my way back to me without stressing myself out with popularity and stats. Staying true to myself has always been a priority.

But I can tell you, that sooner than later, my blog will transform form the chrysalis into a butterfly. And I hope you are here to watch this happen.

Here’s to growing and blooming in the pots that we are planted in. And for joining with others to make our own gardens. I’ll keep writing my blog and I hope you’ll keep reading!

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.

Starting Over

Children are going away to college at this time of the year. I ponder how they’re being gifted a chance for starting over. They can be whomever they want to be in a whole new clean slated world at their new schools. Whereas everyone knows you in grade school and high school, you can recreate yourself in the new college setting.

It’s hard to see our opportunity to start over on a daily basis. We may have the feeling that we must concede to the choices we’ve already made. Ride out the stuck. But this is just our fear selling us on staying safe. 

We don’t have to move house or state of residence to make a change. Instead, we can declare our intentions instead to make new friends at a new job, exercise class, or book club. We can rearrange our living rooms, color our hair, or finally get that pedicure we’ve been putting off.Starting over on Shalavee.com

It just takes a slight amount of effort to plan a new choice and follow it through with the same earnest hope as those incoming freshmans, that this will be the start of a whole new life. All we have to is change our mindset and perhaps sit in a different place at our tables.

Any changes you’re planning to make in the upcoming season of Fall (or Spring) happens ?

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.

My Key Lime Pie Recipe

After a few decades bringing food to potlucks, you develop your own go-tos to make. In the Summertime, my must bring is Key Lime pie. The recipe is ridiculously simple and the graham cracker pie crust tins make great carrying containers.

My key lime pie on Shalavee.com

Key Lime Pie

One premade graham cracker pie crust

4 egg yolks and one egg white

14 ounce can of sweetened condensed milk

¾ cup lime juice

Tub of Cool Whip topping

Kiwi fruit peeled and sliced

My key lime pie on Shalavee.com

The premade crust asks to be painted with egg whites

and precooked for 5 minutes at 375 degrees F.

Mix egg yolks, sweetened condensed milk, and lime juice

together and pour into crusts.

Cook for 15 minutes at 350 degrees F.

Chill in the refrigerator to set and then spread with whip cream

and decorate with slices of kiwis.

My key lime pie on Shalavee.com

The pie crusts come with plastic covers over them. I just invert the cover and recrimp the edges and off I go.

My salad go-to for potlucks is German Potato salad.

What do you bring for a Summer potluck?My key lime pie on Shalavee.com

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.

 

“Do You Work?”, He Asked

I finally scheduled the procedure to have a fatty lump taken off my belly this week. I’ll spare you the gory details. But while the surgeons had the scalpel poised over my belly, he asks me, “Do you work?”. I said not in a traditional job but I do work. “Are you a housewife?”, he asks. I respond that this phrase is outdated. “Well what do you call it then? “ he says. Homemaker? Domestic Engineer?

I found myself explaining that I work very hard to maintain our life and our home plus am a writer, but that old nagging self-worth question about being defined by your earning power is still a part of me. I came of age in the 80’s. Bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan. And never let him forget he’s a man

The question is triggering for me because I am uncertain of me. Remember I just went through this with Fiona in this piece.  Who cares if he’s a chauvinist. That’s his wife’s problem. What all of this points out to me is that I need to be in a place where I feel certain of the value of what I do. Where I know my own value and do not question it."Do You Work?", He Asked on Shalavee.com

I consider myself a Mindful Mother.  To me, success is raising kids who will be proud of who they become. Kids who are gracious and self-assured, kind and smart. I am a Homebody. I love to make my nest pretty and mostly prefer to spend a day at home alone than anywhere else. I work very hard to create an environment that’s clean, creative, and happy for me and my family and that’s no small feat in a nasty old house built in the 1870’s."Do You Work?", He Asked on Shalavee.com

So it would seem that I need to write myself a better elevator speech so that in the future when I’m asked what I do for a living, I can recite a clever and insightful speech on my worth as a human being. Or I can just tell them it’s none of their business.

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.

What 2018 Taught Me

I felt like I was making great strides in growing myself last year, 2018. I was feeling more sure of what my creativity was giving me both personally and perhaps professionally. I offered up a Wholehearted Living piece to a writer friend’s blog. And I started to create my own theory on the inverse relationship of creativity and anxiety. I felt a rhythm was coming.

And then I suffered an anxiety setback that set me reeling. I abandoned my aspirations and hunkered down to ride out the storm. And I took myself to the doctor’s and asked for medicinal help. Because pain is your body telling you that it needs help.What 2018 Taught Me on Shalavee.com

Why had I waited so long, I asked the doctor. He said “Stigma”. I had made it my goal trying to prove that anxiety can be conquered by therapy and creativity. And I was admitting I was wrong. I felt defeated and yet, once I had the medication cooking, I felt the hope of perhaps finally moving from a stuck place. And 9 months later, I was right. I have grieved my ego loss and moved on to what was beyond. Possibilities don’t feel like burdens of tasks I’m unable to do but rather hopes for a fun future.

Last year taught me that you have to do whatever it takes to take care of yourself. You have to ask for help and sometimes, give up and do something different. And you are the only one who can make the best decisions for you. Even if those decisions are hard to make. Because I think the hardest part of making a decision is making the decision. After that it’s just following through and seeing what happens next.What 2018 Taught Me on Shalavee.com

My wish for 2018 for myself was for perspective, safety, joy, inspiration, value, chances, strength, hope, and comfort. And “to live within my creative zone often enough to keep me joyful, true to myself, and to be able to appreciate this action and the interaction with my fellow people who know the truth of me.” I’d say that I fulfilled most of those intentions and then some last year. I feel creatively satiated and held by a growing community and I am trusting that I will take care of me in the coming years.

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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