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Scrolling through Instagram, my favorite spare time wandering place, I read a picture quote that said “Trust in your own weirdness.” I told Eamon to come look and he read it and said “Cool”. And here’s what I then said to him. All their lives, people wish they had permission to just be themselves. They…
It took me four months but I finally lost that dagum 10 pounds. How certain I’d been that it was only going to take me those first two months to lose that weight doing Weight Watchers. Then I’d win that bet and get my money back like they’d offered. And it was all going real…
For my first couple of years as a blogger, I was barraged with information about what the career online people, including bloggers, were doing. They had goals and purpose. They had widgets and conferences. They had tribes and elevator speeches. And I said “Me Too”. Being a “make it my way” kinda gal didn’t make…
Looking for permission, I look everywhere. I’m looking at you, can I be here? Or there? I’m questioning my every move, each thought, every day As I can not seem to simply find my way. I ask my Mother to set me free, I ask my Dad to love me me me. Can you please…
Seems I have hidden gremlins in my progress process. I want to accomplish some task, say creating an Etsy shop. This project would require me to create and then take pictures of more of these paper butterfly wreaths. Perhaps ask for money and then have to send them to the people who wanted to buy…
The first week of January, I was getting myself psyched up to write my ‘word of the year’ post. It’s a thing. Board that bandwagon. And then I realized, I’d already done that in November. I’d stolen my thunder. The post was on Abundance and Opportunity. I love these concepts and I’ve already been there,…
It hit me as I was doing that treadmill thing I couldn’t this morning, I’m suffering from the “waiting around for someone to tell me what to do” syndrome. I read, and noted somewhere, women seem to wait for someone else’s permission to follow their hearts and make their goals. Be it writing that great…
It’s OK to not know what you’re doing. To not know how to do it perfectly. How it will work out or turn out. Or even not to know how start. You assume EVERYONE must know but you. They don’t. They were busy thinking you knew. And rather than look a fool in front of…
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