Greetings – remember me?? I write that because it’s been a long while since I’ve posted here - and that old saying, “Out of sight, out of mind” scares me a bit. I hate to lose whatever momentum I’ve gained since starting this blog back in 2012 (has it really been that long??). So, thanks for sticking with me! As I write this post, I realize I’ve been a bit, well…absent lately. Short explanation: As a writer, it sometimes is tough to keep the so-called momentum and ideas churning. Long explanation: I hate excuses and I don’t want pity so I’m not going there. But I have been doing a lot of
Lately, I’ve been thinking about what makes us feel happy. Maybe it’s because it’s summer – something that always made me unequivocally happy – and right now, I’m not feeling that familiar adrenaline-fueled kind of euphoria happiness. Really, when you think about it, that’s perfectly normal, isn’t it? I mean, how can one thing – summer- erase all the other so-called stresses that enter our lives? And who is happy all the time, anyway? For one thing, there’s work. I’ve been slaving over an assignment that is keeping me up nights and taking up immeasurable hours every day. Don’t get me wrong – I’m
Here’s a more-than-common scenario in my house: Dinner is over, the table is cleared. The dishwasher is silently humming, the kitchen is officially closed and it’s time to finally sit back and relax. We head for the couch and settle back into our respective spots (creatures of habit are we) to enjoy a television program or read a book. We exhale. It feels good; that moment of complete surrender, when you can finally brush off the day's craziness. And then it happens. Directly. In. My. Left. Ear. WILL YOU PLEASE STOP CRACKING YOUR KNUCKLES?? That sound...it irritates me so. It makes me want to
I’ve never really been fully aware of my facial expressions until I recently caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I wasn’t feeling particularly gloomy or angry or even a wee bit sad. But the mirror reflected otherwise. The corners of my mouth were turned downward and anyone who didn’t know me might think I was unhappy, unfriendly, annoyed, or a combination of all three. Why did I look so glum even though I wasn’t feeling that way? Or was I really feeling that way and just not being honest with myself? The truth of it is that gravity is pulling parts of us down, whether we like it or not, and our
Last weekend, while on a press trip in Sag Harbor, New York, I did something I never thought I'd do. I'd watched other people do it from a distance, amazed at their bravery, incredulous that they could so easily do something that I found absolutely terrifying. I kept saying never. Nope, not me! Not doing it! But then there was that moment...that brief moment that my fear moved into that tiny little space somewhere between fear and reason. That tiny little sliver of a space that left itself open to possibilities. My fear took up a brief residence there and decided to keep going and move toward reason.
You probably want to ask me that question. Or maybe you don't. If not, I promise not to be insulted. But just in case you were wondering why I haven't written in so long...I've been busy. Writing. That's not to say that this blog isn't considered "writing," it's just that unfortunately, with the other "writing" being PAID writing, my blog has to take a so-called back seat. What can I say? Money talks. I'm happy to currently be writing a magazine article for a major woman's publication, and lots of health content for existing and new online clients. But the life of a freelance writer? It's feast or
It's not because I don't have any resolutions to make. It's not because I am perfect. It's certainly not because I lack any self-criticism. And it's most definitely not because I can't be contemplative or even self-loathing at times. I'm all of the above - and more. But after years and years of observing my so-called new year's resolutions become scarcer and almost extinct, followed by years and years of berating myself for not keeping them, I've finally decided that... ...The System is Broken. Instead, it's that I think I've finally come to accept myself and my my perceived actual
Note: I'm bringing you this post from my other blog, MidlifeMatters, which runs on healthywomen.org. It first hit the website in 2011, and attracted lots of eyeballs and comments. And a lot of women were relieved and comforted, feeling like "it" was not all in their head. (Midlife Dictionary: It (used to represent a vague sense of unease, only understood by women of a certain age, about to be understood by those same women, or in the immediate context, is capable of producing feelings similar to becoming completely and utterly undone): It is bothering me today, and threatens to unhinge me and everyone