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There isn’t much in my life that happens that I don’t know I can learn something from. As I listen to my intuition to inform my choices creating a recipe for my own happiness and cultivating a sense of belonging in my community, one which I created to support myself in my self-development journey.
The world of blogging is integrally tied into the “social media thing”. I started my blog as a dare to myself and then found out my deeper fear. Every social platform I went to join, people were friending and following. What the heck did it mean? What did this really mean? What did they want…
After blogging for over a year, I took a recent opportunity to take part in an e-course called Blogging Your Way. Led by established blogger, teacher, designer, and public speaker Holly Becker of Decor8, I felt privileged to learn from her. The course and the timing were right. The fact that I’m blogging at all…
I recently drove down the 15 mile Easton-Denton Road, the body count was a mere two. Three if you include the still alive runner. I said “Oh dear” when I saw the deer body on the west side next to the sunflower field. And then I hung my head realizing the irony of my exclamation….
The winter holidays, whatever they’re named at your house, offer the annual opportunity to view oneself in the eyes of friends and relatives. To see your reflection in others’ eyes. Whether it’s mind reading that gives you their vision of you, or the way they actually treat you that belies their feelings, you are destined…
At 9am on a mid-October Saturday, my husband had called me at our home in Denton from his cell phone. Neither of us recalls the reason for this call. Before the line went dead, he utters the equivalent of “Freaking cat” and probably more unheard expletives. Our cat Butthead had stowed away in the back…
My life took an off road adventure as of September 12. I am not sure what normal would look like if I were there. Not to worry, I’m petitioning for just OK. We’ll start there. Four days before my birthday, I paid a very competent doctor $90 to find out I have low self-esteem and…
In my clueless skinny twenties, I house-sat for my neighbor Judy. I was bewildered by the Retin-A products in her bathroom and her new zeal for fitness as she attempted to the weight she visualized equaling a hunk of meat from the grocery store. I’m now the age she was then and my belly is…
“There are too many things that I want to do,” I say to my husband outside the shower he’s taking. He says, “Don’t you mean, need to do?” I think and I say, “No, I do mean ‘want to do’ ”. Sort out my conflicted feelings about my family. Or organize all of my kid’s…
A redefinition of me means finding out what I am not. I am not 25. Haven’t been for a while. Resigned to my limitations, I have permission to become someone I want to be instead of someone I can’t be. I begin to see my power disguised in what I can’t and won’t do. Frankly,…
Perseverance. Stubborn single-mindedness. That’s what I can be made of. Holding on until the knuckles whiten. A first marriage that went on and on. Self definitions playing out beyond a comfortable exit. A shop that was opened at exactly the wrong time but stayed open for a year and a half. We all are guilty…
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