

Stand Tall
We aren’t even going to discuss how long it’s been since I wrote something – or the fact that I’ve started my last few posts with essentially that same phrase. Today, as I continue my quest to get back on track with my life, something hit me. I was in the ladies room, walking by the mirror and remembered that I’m trying to improve my posture – I’ve resumed morning yoga, and it truly makes a difference in how you carry yourself. So I rolled my shoulders and stood up straight


Not A Failure, A Delay
SO… Umm… (Awkward uncomfortable silence and shuffling of feet) If you’ve been journeying with me for a while, you know that I’ve been on a health/fitness quest. I lost 70 pounds (WOO HOO!)…and I’ve gained back 53 of them… (Pauses for a moment of silence for the loss of my loss…) OK, yes, there is some shame, some sadness, some depression associated with this. There is no question that I feel like I’ve failed…that I let myself down…that I did all that hard work and then blew


Dear Universe...Thank You
Ever find yourself in the midst of a day that had you questioning everything in your life? I hate those days. Today has been one (and the day is barely half through). I have a number of things that are constant stressers in my life, and today in addition to the usual cast of characters, I found myself panicking over a homework assignment, crashing on a deadline, and then having a fight with someone I care a great deal about. Shouldn't be a big deal, and it isn't...yet it is.


Going Dark
My lovelies, I have to tell you, every once in a while I really feel the urge to just check out. No, before you call some 1-800-Stop-Her line, this is not a suicidal cry for help. I adore myself WAY too much to ever even THINK of harming myself. Plus, hello? Pain? Ummmm, not my thing. Those who know me in real life know I’m an eternal smiler. A happy-go-lucky kind of person. What a lot of people don’t realize is sometimes that smile is actually a grimace. I’m awesome


Uncomfortable Conversations
I believe I have just found my arch-nemesis. It has arrived not in the form of an axe-wielding, crazed Lumber Jill. Nor a flesh-starved Zombie after my hooligans. Not even a respectable evil, genius mastermind who’s ultimate goal is to take over the world. Wouldn’t THAT be fun? Nope, my Lex Luther, my Dr. Evil, the Wile E. Coyote to my Road Runner is a plain and simple conversation. But not just ANY conversation. It is very specifically having a conversation with someon


The Id is Back
One of the most amazing things about very young children is their incredible sense of who and what they are. A young child doesn’t worry about what others think of him. They don’t primp and polish for the world around them. They are pure Id to go Freudian with it. Purely concerned with what makes them happy—their own needs and wants. Now, in some ways this would be a bad thing for an adult, but at the same time, sometimes a little Id can be a good thing. I have found in


Speaking Out
I’ve never really been one to keep my opinions to myself, but I’ve also never been someone who goes out and protests or demonstrates. I’m more of the work-in-the background, let’s see how to really accomplish change kind of person. There is a phrase I’m fond of throwing out to people—Concurrence By Silence. It simply means agreeing with what is going on around you by doing nothing more than being silent about it. Silence is easy. Speaking Out is hard. Like everything els