My highest self isn’t having it with this dreamy nonsense! Get to work she says!
The Heroine’s Journey is about reclaiming our vitality, our joy, and escaping the Wasteland.
Are you asking yourself this question?
According to my meditation app, in 2017 I meditated an average of 16 minutes a day with a total of… Read more How about them (meditation) apples!
That seems to be my lesson this week. FINISH THE DARN PROJECTS YOU STARTED THREE MONTHS AGO.
In the here and now I reckon with the fact that I drank too many margaritas with my husband on date night (ok and ate too many chips and salsa too) and saw my weight loss successes diminish. (OUCH.) In the here and now I see that it was easier to blame my husband for the morning’s snafu trying to get our daughter out the door rather than facing the hard reality that she simply struggles with separation anxiety and it is what it whether I like it or not!
Sometimes we need to dig into the closet. What is in there that scares us? I’ve read that the Chinese… Read more Peering into the closet
I overrode all the negative chatter and I went to my happy place: T.J. Maxx. I slowly wandered the store with my short cart, no child in tow, no husband, just me and a coffee, sniffing candles and perusing sale racks. I realize it is consumeristic and a bit ridiculous to claim that T.J. Maxx is my happy place. And I assure you, when I was in labor with my daughter I was not envisioning the quiet, fluorescent-lit aisles as I breathed through a contraction.
But T.J. maxx and its aisles of storage bins, linen sprays, and laundry baskets was just what the doctor ordered. I got handy-dandy containers to organize my pantry. Bins that hold canned goods! A cute little container for your sponge and scrubber that suctions to the side of the sink.
“I am called to listen to the sound of my own heart—to write the story within myself that demands to… Read more I am called to listen to the sound of my own heart
Which meltdown do I begin with? Me yesterday frantically trying to find my daughter’s Halloween costume (the one I purposely… Read more A Lesson in Lightening Up, Letting Go