What’s it like for you to accept a praise, or congratulations? How do you experience and express gratitude? When’s the last time you lost yourself in the wonder of something you were seeing or doing? Or really noticed something by fully engaging your senses? If your answers to those questions. . . .Show me more . . .
Don’t tell my agent, but I would do this for free. That’s my favorite (paraphrased) sound bite from the Academy Awards broadcast. Busy with Sunday evening get-ready-for-the-week chores, I was only half-listening to the TV, so I’m not sure which Oscar winner said it, but it was someone who worked. . . .Show me more . . .
“Ripppppp.” Thus spake my bath sheet as I wrapped it around my shoulders yesterday morning. You’re thinking, “wow, her holiday food frenzy must have been extreme,” right? Ha! You’re wrong. In fact, I weighed exactly the same on the day after New Years as I did the day before Thanksgiving,. . . .Show me more . . .
The Morning Routine Pour coffee in mug. Add milk. Maybe some sugar. Stir. If you’re like me, you’ve done this so many times, usually half asleep, it’s practically automatic. I recently traded flavored creamer – the stuff that’s like milk and sweetener all in one – for almond milk and. . . .Show me more . . .
My first thought when I woke up on New Years morning started with “I should.” I should write in my journal. Right now. I should capture my first marginally coherent thoughts of 2011, on paper, in my own hand, before they’re rendered less real by coffee or Facebook. Before I. . . .Show me more . . .