I am constantly learning from my life. Someone special to me said that I could glean a lesson even from a recipe.
Which is what I did in my post, When The Recipes Must Go.
And I learn some pretty big stuff from some little people in my life. The good and the bad and
And my husband’s lessons are occasionally shared by his voice here. I may repeat myself, but guaranteed,
I’ll get you to think about life just a little differently.
Some people embody placeholders. They see themselves as having no purpose, no fate that betters the world. That their purpose is to just keep quiet, keep moving, have a couple of children, make money to feed their family, and just be. Their subsistence and distractions are their definition of happiness. Perhaps those babies will grow up to have a bigger purpose, to do something amazing. Maybe not. Either way, there are people who aren’t meant to shake the world. And they too are very necessary. I respect your claim that you don’t...read more
Fiona was inconsolable with her self-pity after her recent round of shots. I thought she needed them for Pre-K but it seems we got them a year earlier than necessary. They’re done now. And those band-aids that I couldn’t remove from her thighs for days were proof that she wasn’t brave. Don’t even suggest it to her because she’ll begin to cry and tell you she wasn’t. Still isn’t. In preparation for the day at the doctor’s office, I had read her a few books on going to the doctor’s and she...read more
I lived another real day. Nothing “exciting” like a grocery store run. Just waiting on a service man, cleaning up a pee puddle or two from a stubborn 4-year-old daughter. Stasis. Stillness. Stupid brain. Wishing I’d grabbed those few valuable moments of peace when she was sulking and half-naked in her room upstairs. But instead, I just wasted a half hour looking for that perfect rug online again. The waiting has gotten me so much more than I’d credit it for. The waiting has made me catch up and slow down with my real purpose....read more
Cold and rainy, now snowy day. I just wanted to put on my old ugly fleece coat. The one I was surprised to find in the closet since it was from when I was pregnant, has a busted belt loop, and possibly a paint splotch on it. But it’s like wearing a blanket on a wet cold dreary day even if it’s a definite decision to be frumpy. I made the opposite decision yesterday when I decided to not go out looking and feeling frump-a-liscious. I heated up the curling iron and put on some make-up darn it. It’s not about what I think...read more
I recently arranged and hosted a Mastermind Meet-up with a group of women who I admire and respect. The purpose of this meeting was to gather to inspire and enlighten each other. And beyond talk of random politics and religion, because how cool is it that we women can do that without conflict, we spoke of what our goals for ourselves may be. Well, I threw mine down on the table and offered everyone an opportunity to consider what their soul goals may be. My friend and women’s intuitive coach Samantha Wheatley uses this phrase soul goal...read more
The universe gave me a message this week that I mattered. Not intimidating like God speaking to me, but just a general nudge from my more intimate universe that I am rocking my life in good ways. We matter. You’ve heard this and blown this off a million times. But those who grab it and put it inside themselves, those people are the one who feel entitled to ask for the changes the world needs to see. It’s a matter of allowing, coercing, and getting ourselves to see how we matter and agree with the rest of the world on this matter...read more
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about what it would be like to have a “soul buffer zone”. Having been raised codependent and since having children, my boundaries are a little wiggly. And the thought of having space around me that I keep myself safe within is really appealing to me. In fact it’s downright necessary if I’m ever going to make my life the zen experience I long for. The idea is that there’s a mental space between you and the outer world. And you intentionally maintain that by not letting people make...read more
Oh how I crave the shift. I want to see my world as all possibilities, untangled with preconceived can’ts. I want to see my children as cherubs and my career as chosen, doable, and successful. To come home to my body and my house and see them for the fabulousness they contain. And each day passes by me as I await the shift. From the wickedly talented recently deceased (ovarian cancer at my age) memoirist and author Amy Krause Rosenthal via her book Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life, “RETURNING TO LIFE AFTER BEING DEAD When I am...read more
There’s a woman I’m social media friends with who has chosen to engage in a year-long project she has named her Year of Doing Things Differently. When I asked her about this concept, she said she’d seen it in a book at the library. I like this concept a lot. I always say, “If you change nothing, nothing changes”. The phrase “doing things differently” is just another way of saying change but it sounds better somehow, more enticing. The problem is that our habits are so ingrained, they’re familiar and comfortable and we...read more
Codependency is such a dirty word to say these days. I think most people have heard of it and my suspicion is that most people suffer to a degree from it. And like allergies and anxieties, most people also deny that. I can remember being in a therapy session when I was around 21 and feeling bad about something for my boyfriend. Like I had responsibility for having caused his feeling or I was trying to fix him (no surprise) and the therapist brought this to my attention. This was the first memory I can have of being aware that my tendency to...read more