Learning to move in life's sweet spot
Written by on Feb. 5, 2015 in Career, Family, Life Reflections.
How do you establish trust with someone you’ve betrayed too many times? And what if the person you’ve betrayed is yourself?
Trusting themselves seems so easy for men, but I’m not certain the same holds true for women. Personally, I second guess myself all the time and I have plenty of friends who do the same. The problem is that for most of my life, I had lied to myself, so much so that I didn’t even realize I was lying anymore.
For years, I thought I was healthy because I woke up at 5:30 ...
Written by on Jan. 14, 2015 in Aging Gracefully.
Today I mailed in the reply card for Prevention Magazine. Yep, I’m going to subscribe to the magazine that 15 years ago, I thought was for old people.
Somehow I couldn’t resist their direct mail piece. It wasn’t the headlines that got me (“Fight Fat After 40,” “Stop Wrinkles Now”)—well, maybe they got my attention a little bit. It was the woman on the cover. She appeared older than 40 and was definitely winning the battles against fat, with a zestful smile and a body that looked strong enough to kick my ass.
Normally, I would ...
Written by on Jan. 8, 2015 in Life Reflections.
Did 2015 take anyone else by surprise? Despite the Christmas festivities that always signify year’s end, I simply wasn’t prepared when New Year’s Eve rolled around. I hadn’t reflected at all on 2014 and certainly hadn’t given much thought to what I want this year to look like.
Even once I gave it some thought, I didn’t greet 2015 with open arms. In fact, I felt a bit dismal about the entire year. My job hunt had ground to a halt in December and frankly, I wasn’t too keen on starting it up ...
Written by on Dec. 30, 2014 in Life Reflections.
Am I the only one who feels relieved when Christmas is over? I don’t know about you, but as soon as December 26 rolls around, I feel the immediate urge to take down every single Christmas decoration and shove it in the attic for the next year. The day after Christmas is like the day after a night of binge drinking. The fun is over and now you have to peel yourself out of bed, head pounding, and deal with the mess.
It’s not that I hate Christmas. In fact, I love it. I love the lights, the ...
Written by on Dec. 17, 2014 in Family.
Nothing taps into the hopeless romantic buried deep beneath my sarcastic exterior like a wedding. Such a magical event—the couple who radiates happiness, the toasts that bring on laughter and tears, the music and dancing (I especially love that part!).
I love it all really, but the longer I am married, the more it is the ceremony itself that affects me. Two optimistic souls saying, “I’m a nut job. You’re a nut job. Let’s see if we can win this game of life together.”
Ok, so that’s not in most vows, but isn’t it ...