A few weeks ago I was feeling constricted. I was worried about money and not having enough. I felt as if everything made me think of it and my lack of it. I had just finished reading Jen Sincero’s book You are a Badass at Making Money and truly believed that within the next few…
I just finished reading Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert. I loved it. I can’t wait to read it again! I’ve already put it in my calendar to pick up and read in six months, and then once a year after that for ten years (ha! I’ll be 53 when I stop reading it… if I…
We got the news yesterday that the blast cells are back. I’ve lost track of the number of treatments. I’ve lost track of the number of times they’ve said, “this will cure it”. I’ve lost track of the number of transfusions. I’ve lost track of the number of hospital visits. I’ve lost track of the…
So, the second night of my meditation practice, I was watching a video of my coach getting on a plane and heading to Bogota Colombia for an undetermined amount of time. She had just spent six months in Mexico and didn’t know where her next stop would be after Bogota. “I wish I could do…
I committed to meditating, three days ago. With all I’ve read and all the people who I’ve talked to about their journey, meditation seems to be at the core, so I figured I have nothing to lose. So, threes night ago, just before I lay down to go to sleep, I set my timer for…
Last night I was without kid and husband. So, following my last meeting of the day, I hit the road and headed to Local Nine for rose and oysters. YUM! It was only 5:00 PM so there was no one there. I sat on their huge patio in a corner seat and was just out of…
Right now I’m obsessed with tiny homes. They can be on foundations, on wheels, on boats! Doesn’t matter. Their diminutive size and portability and thoughtful design have me diving deep into “rabbit holes”. Pinterest, Dwell, Google, you name it. These tiny little homes are taking up a big chunk of my time. It’s how I unwind…
A day in my future life… My day starts at 4:30 AM I wake to the song of my alarm, pull on my sweatpants and brush my teeth. I then come out to the kitchen and pour a cup of coffee. I gaze out the floor to ceiling windows and look back at my reflection.…
Haha! Have I arrived? I am literally sitting at Starbucks writing a post on a napkin. “Oh hello, Southwest Airlines! I heard this is how you started.” “What’s that Abe? You don’t have anything to write the Gettysburg Address on? Here, let me give you this tattered envelope, you can use the back.” So I…