
Did I call the Ghost of Crap-Relationship Past back into my life just by reading that poem? Yes, it appears that I did.
Did I call the Ghost of Crap-Relationship Past back into my life just by reading that poem? Yes, it appears that I did.
It wasn’t just the cereal bowl. It was everything.
Every morning, my first husband would sit in the living room and eat a dish of cereal. When he was finished, he’d set the bowl on the floor next the recliner with half an inch of used milk still in the bottom. Then he’d go on about his day and not think about it again. I, on the other hand… couldn’t NOT think about it.
But that wasn’t what bothered me most. What turned a minor nuisance into a raging insult was my interpretation.
Have you ever had a goal, something that was really important to you, yet somehow not quite managed to achieve it? Maybe you even knew exactly what to do. Maybe you felt like you were putting everything you had into it. Yet, somehow that wasn’t enough to make it happen. […]
You know how some people can change your mood, just by being around them? Some people spread happiness like grass seed. On the other hand, you might be feeling fine until you run into Mr. Pit of Despair. If you’re not careful, you can absorb his mood and feel like […]
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Ignite Retreat 2016 was frickin’ amazing. I hate that so many people missed it, so I want to share some of the highlights. But first, I want to tell you what a huge thing it was for me to plan and host this retreat. Not only was it an enormous […]
I know I’m not the only one who seems to get around to solitude, creativity, and recharging only after all the “serious work” is done (i.e., never, in some cases). What if you broke your Dig Deep button and put coming alive first?
It’s a year ago today that I gathered the last few things out of my office, took my name plate off the door, and walked out for the last time–a free woman. Here’s the secret most people won’t tell you: exciting = terrifying + awesome.
I sat at my beige desk, surrounded by beige walls and beige bookcases. The ceiling vent inexorably blew cold air on my neck, as it had every day for four years. I felt the beginnings of my daily boredom headache taking root as the afternoon stretched on, snagged and stuck on the eternal 2:33 pm.
I stood frozen, watching the car speed toward me. It was a deer-in-the-headlights moment: I knew I had to get out of the way, but there I stood, rooted to the spot as the car got closer.
If you could do anything, if nothing was holding you back and there were no rules, no constraints, no money problems, no judgmental faces… what would you do?
Legend has it that if you make enough initial sales, Amazon will take over promoting your book for you. Amazon works their magic selling, and you can get on with writing your next masterpiece. Is it too good to be true, or a dream come true? Help me find out.