You know those moments? The ones that alter your perspective so totally that your life is irrevocably changed?
I had one of those a few weeks ago.
Let me set the stage.
If you kept up with my Acts of Bravery challenge—one brave act every day—then you know I’ve had some health issues. Health issues I believed to be related to celiac disease. I’d tried everything to keep it under control—diet, exercise, mentally beating myself up—short of going to the doctor. But after another flare up so severe I missed my kids’ robotics tournament (my son’s last before he graduated high school) lying in bed with screaming gut pain, I realized I needed an expert’s help. … More Excuse Me. You Diagnosed Me With What?
“Constant change is here to stay,” an oft quoted and long displayed sign in my life.
But I prefer the stay and not the change. The tried and true versus the new. The carefully calm as opposed to adventurous.
And I contemplate this as I careen headlong, and far too fast, into the intersection of Grandparent Ave. and Hot Flash Blvd. Ai yi yi. … More Acts of Bravery Guest Post: Kicking Up Change
My adversary—change—and my hatred of wasting time, gets me stuck in ruts. Deep ones. Sometimes I stand on my tip-toes to try to see out of them. Sometimes I sink to the bottom, burrow in, and make a day of it.
Raise your hand if you know what I’m talking about. … More Acts of Bravery: How to Climb Out of that Rut!
“This is going to make such a hilarious story!” At least, that’s what I tell myself when I have the choice to be brave or to bail out.
My second-grade teacher called me abnormally shy. She encouraged my mom to put me in a few clubs so I could learn social skills. My mom was astonished . . . … More Acts of Bravery Guest Post: How Wonder Woman Band-Aids + Cheesy Theme Songs = Bravery
Thirteen years ago my father took his life. He walked outside after leaving a choked up message on my mom’s cell telling her not to enter the garage and hung himself. She and my sister were an hour away at the family beach house, and I was in New Mexico, journaling about one of the most vivid dreams I ever had. … More Acts of Bravery Guest Post: On Sorrow
Until three years ago, I couldn’t understand why people hated the holidays. I got it in theory. No family, bad memories, loss, loss, loss. Of course it sucked for those people, but I still had my family and life was lovely.
Now I get it.
But can I tell you how tired I am of the sting of loss during what should be happy times? … More Thankfulness in the Midst of Loss and Easter