Callous, Callus, and Me

I firmly believe that people are put into my life for very specific reasons. Some of them are here to help me heal my wounds, others to remind me of them. I know who the re-mind-‘ers are because they rankle like a big, fat sliver under my skin, and they just won’t go away until I deal with the damned wound they keep poking. It so happens that I also believe that our greatest calling is the thing that we struggle with the most. My biggest struggle is with my …

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Why 50 is Absolutely the Best Age of My Life (so far)

I was having a conversation with a friend of mine this evening. She was expressing her sympathy over an unresolved situation in my life. As I assured her that it was actually fine, I realized the full possibility that this situation existed solely so I could have this realization. 50, as the cliche says, is FABULOUS!!! There is no biological clock in my life. The fact that it was surgically silenced five years ago is irrelevant. I have no emotional yearning to have children in my life. Apparently, 50 is that …

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Intention EASE

I dragged myself out of bed this morning. It’s better than it used to be, but sometimes I still have one of those “non-restorative sleep” nights. Doctors, family, and friends have suggested fibromyalgia, but denial works better for me. I have enough labels already, thank you! Anyway, I was still dragging around when the time came for Intentioning at 10 a.m. (Intentioning is one way we can connect with ourselves, each other, and the Universe. It really is a delicious way to start the day!) When I slow down, I …

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Before lessons grow into swans

I had a total meltdown two days ago. It was precipitated by a situation that came up two weeks ago, so it had been brewing for a while. My Rx4JOY website crashed during a hosting upgrade to a Linux platform. I immediately contacted my designer, only to find out that she had moved on to other things and was no longer available. It just made sense to migrate to a platform that I could manage on my own. There was just one little thing standing in my way. FEAR! I …

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