Here I begin part two of my exploration of the body’s chakra energy system. As previously mentioned, my review is cursory and greatly abbreviated. Although I’m hoping for some clarity and “self-improvement,” I’m just curious to see what happens as I make my way through all the self-help and life coaching books I’ve got cluttering my bedroom reading area. Read more
Today I take time out to honor those who died on September 11, 2001. As I do each year on this day, I recommit myself to making my life count, to making the most of the time I have been given so not to dishonor the immeasurable sacrifice of those heroes and innocents who lost their lives that day.
As we head into the long Labor Day weekend, I’ve been thinking about acceptance and joy. As I work my way through this journey towards a more joyful life, towards finding the most joy and happiness in my life, I am discovering that the more I accept myself – and that includes my past, my failures, my mistakes, the more joy naturally fills my world.
Have a wonderful weekend!
It occurred to me recently that I was becoming “that lady.” The crazy middle-aged lady who does or says whatever comes to mind, whenever it comes to mind, heedless of the consequences. Read more
I saw my gynecologist yesterday and learned that at 45, I am more than likely menopausal. Not peri-menopausal, but through it. All the way. Done. Finished. I haven’t had time to suss out how that makes me feel yet, but over the past twenty-four hours, it’s been alternating between euphoria and despair. Read more
As we head into the lazy, hazy days of summer, I wanted to share some of my favorite things about this glorious time of year.
Seventy years ago today my grandfather and tens of thousands of other soldiers landed on the beaches of Normandy, France.
My grandfather, Ray, survived Omaha Beach, was honorably discharged from the Army, then came home, married my grandmother, and raised his family. His daughters grew up, married and had children of their own – five granddaughters. Ray believed in duty and hard work. He believed in taking and owning responsibility for his decisions, his life, and that’s what he taught his children. Read more
I’m just going to put it out there: I’m prejudiced. Now, before you go getting your panties all in a twist, I’m not talking about the Donald Sterling type of prejudice, or even the Mark Cuban type of prejudice. I’m talking about garden variety prejudices, the kind every single human being on the face of this earth has.
We are all prejudiced in one way or another. We all have preconceived notions, feelings of like or dislike for someone or something, especially when it is not reasonable or logical. Read more