Turning 40 has been interesting and surreal. At 40, you’re in this strange place where your mind believes you’re still in your late 20 – early 30, but your body says, “Um… nope.” But it’s not a sudden denial of fantasy. No, no, it has more of a subtle creeping approach that slowly draws your… Continue reading . Check Engine Light .
Life is way too short to waste… Make every moment count. This is so easily read, just as easily as it is to type. Digesting it, however, is like taking a spoonful of medicine without the sugar aiding it on the way down; bitter, grainy and really hard to swallow. Make every moment count.… Continue reading . Drops of Jupiter .
“Each push forward leaves the former person you were in your wake, creating room for an improved version, one that is stronger, healthier and forward-looking, one who knows that anything is possible.” A friend and I are going to start walking. It will be slow. I will be fat, slow and out of breath. But,… Continue reading . Fat Girl Walking .
PLEASE CLICK THE PICTURE TO READ THE FULL ARTICLE. IT’S WORTH THE MOMENT TO READ THE EXPERIMENT AND READ THE OUTCOME. IT RESONATED WITH ME. — In the pic below: Left facing apple got glowing, positive input. Right facing apple got all smack talk. Words can make you sick. And heavy. And dark. Words can… Continue reading . Bad Seed .
So, Easter came and went. I spent it with my mother watching a few movies. No Easter dinner, no treats, just a quiet evening with mom. I am so okay with that, no complaints here. I did notice, however, that a lot of friends posted a lot of family pictures; usually husbands or wives with kids… Continue reading . Getting Happy with Life .
Shit I work out in counseling – Although it’s not really worked out it, it’s just floated to the surface. I never really realized how .. mean I am to myself until a friend said something the other day about western state. Aparently during the hike, I was beating myself up under my breath. I… Continue reading A day of steady.. blows to the gut.
Today, has been the one year anniversary of my fleeing my abusive situation. One year. One year should be enough to toughen up, pull on my big girl panties and move forward. It has not been that simple. I am sure it would have been more simple if I hadn’t side tracked myself into believing I was ready… Continue reading Put it in your dream journal, you freaking hippie.