It’s My Party
My husband is a near saint. He is one of the most even tempered, optimistic, fun loving men I’ve ever met. One of the things I love about him is how moody he is not. He’s a rock. Which is why when he does occasionally have a blip on the mood-o-meter it sends me into a near panic. That, and of course I have a previous-life history with moody men. In all honesty, it’s probably mostly that history that sends me sliding sideways. The last couple of days, David, my nearly perfect beloved has been a bit off his game. Not grumpy, but not his happy-go-lucky self either. Like most women I know, I have a tendency to take it personally. “What did I do??” “What can I do???” I mean, of course it’s all about...
All of Life’s a Stage
I had a conversation with a client, Katie this week. Her fiance had cheated on her for the second time, that she knew of. It’s now six weeks before the wedding and she is looking for a reason to stay in the relationship. I like statistics. I think they paint a very clear yet unemotional picture of a likely future. I explained to her that the statistics were not in her favor. Chances are about 80% that he will cheat again. Most likely, it’s not if, but when. Desperate for reassurance she asked the question I get asked very frequently. “But there’s like a twenty percent chance he won’t. What makes you think he wouldn’t be one of that twenty percent?” “It’s simple.” I told her. “I...
The Truth About the Doldrums
I used to sail a lot. There is no place like the water to clear your head. Nothing like the sound of silence when you cut the motor and it’s nothing but wind in the sails. It’s exhilarating. For me in in that moment I feel wonderfully peaceful and fully present. I love to sail because it’s easy to find my peace there – which is ironic because most of my favorite sailing memories aren’t peaceful. Honestly, some of my best sailing memories are the rough storms, the long nights, and the serious near miss moments. Adrenalin is a miracle drug. However, the moments you don’t hear any sailor talking about fondly are the moments spent in the doldrums. The doldrums are those moments, minutes, hours, or days, when the...
Brain Washing Can Be an Inside Job
I read recently that the average person in the US gets about 7000 messages a day that something is wrong. Those messages come from everywhere in the form of news media and advertising. Those messages tell us predominantly some version of, “it’s not safe” or “you aren’t good enough”. 7000 messages that something is wrong every day! It’s no wonder so many of us are such a mess. Those messages are sometimes subtle and sometimes as subtle as getting hit over the head with a two by four. With all of this messaging going on one might ask who’s running your show? It’s hard to argue the point that there might be some brain washing running a muck in your subconscious programing. Fair to say, those programs...
Our Two Year Old Magician
I have a two year old. He just turned two on Thanksgiving. He is the Master of Creation in our home for sure. We have jokingly talked about putting pictures of things we want in his crib to put him to work on creating them for us. His life is pure magic every damn day. I can’t count the number of examples of Kingston manifesting his hearts desire. However, for the sake of sharing, I’ll tell you about his most recent “miracle” creation. I have a friend who refers to me as the “Toy Nazi”. I don’t like commercial stuff. I don’t like plastic. I don’t like noisy things. I don’t like a lot of small clutter and little pieces. I make my wishes/demands known to everyone who might buy Kingston...
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