While watching the Oscar awards last week, I got to thinking. There are so many fabulously talented actors and actresses, directors and producers, animators and screenwriters out there. There are so many others behind the scenes who I don't even know about or will never quite understand what it is they do. They all work so hard. Their work consumes them. And they've likely been at it for a very, very long time, dedicating every waking moment to their craft. The winners, of course, gets to bring home that coveted gold trophy. Their future is pretty much guaranteed. They have huge name recognition and
It happens to me every winter. My head and body feel like they belong to someone else; somewhere else. Call it a bad case of SAD. The winter just does a number on me, leaving me feeling depleted and depressed. I walk around in a fog, unsure of what I'm thinking and where I'm heading. But I fight it, knowing that all good things must come to an end. Here's something I know for sure: Spring is on Thursday, 20 March 2014 42 days, 4 hours remain till Spring!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There, aren't you happy now? (And by the time you're reading this, the time until Spring arrives is that much
The other day, my first-born son had a birthday. Long ago (although now it doesn’t seem all that long ago), when people warned me how fast it goes - how before I turn around, my baby will be all grown up (“they grow up so fast!” were the words I heard ad nauseum) - I’d simply nod and politely smile, not believing that what they were saying could possibly have a shred of truth about it. I couldn’t imagine a time when, on any given day, I wouldn’t be able to tell you precisely how many weeks it had been since my son was born. It was inconceivable to me that each long, physically demanding day
It's always nice to be recognized. It couldn't have come at a better time. Winter is so not my cup of tea. There's nothing I like about it - not only does the cold cut right through my bones, but the lack of sunshine sends my mood plummeting to minus minus minus degrees. So receiving this Sunshine Award, passed from one blogger to another (thank you Lois Alter Mark, of Midlife at the Oasis whose blog won this, and many other awards, too) accomplished what the winter cannot succeed in doing - it brought a smile to my otherwise expressionless face. (Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little. And
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
How were your holidays? Hopefully full of fun and good cheer. But I know that's not the way for everyone. Some of it might be forced cheer. Maybe you're tired of putting on a happy face. Maybe happiness is just...overrated. Why try so hard? Click on over to my other blog on healthywomen.org, where I let you in on a secret. And please do me a special favor? Feel free to ignore my advice. Do you have any secrets to share on how to be miserable?
Holiday Hangover? Coming down from all the excitement can be tough. Here's something guaranteed to make you smile. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ThQKtgBloUw