The Gift of a Pandemic
One of the greatest things my father gave me was my work ethic. Well, I say "gave" but it was more of an observation. An embedded belief that if you want to support your family, the way to do it is to work yourself to death. While March does mark the anniversary of his passing, with the timeline of the pandemic and the transitions it has brought
Lymphatic Drainage: Moving the waters
This week I accomplished a big goal for myself: I became a Certified Manual Lymphatic Drainage Therapist. Ooooh, what's that? Think of your body
Finding my self in the heap
Something is going on. I have felt it for a long time. I finally decided to do something about it, but instead of turning inside
Too Full of a Life?
I don't think there is any such thing. There are lives too full of work. Lives too full of play. Lives too full of random. Lives too planned out. I live a very scheduled existence. Between my children's schedules. Client schedules. Somewhat scheduled due dates. Scheduling time with my beau. Scheduling individual time with my kids. Joint time. Family time. Bath time and bed times. I literally have to schedule
Revelations and Evolutions…
We all need support. We all have our days of feeling like we are alone in the world. Often times we look at other people's lives and we think, "Wow, they really have it together." I get that a lot. People often remark at how they think I have all my ducks in a row and that I have created this perfect existence
Letting It All Go…
I was recently contemplating a stressful situation. As I was reliving conversations (or imagining them in my head) I just overheard myself say to myself, "Those were my emotional years". What is wrong with the emotional years? Is it just because I have some extra hormones laying around from my pregnancies or that I'm inching my way closer to menopause. What is it that makes us so afraid to
Rise up to Your Dreams
I never really considered myself to have a green thumb. As a child if I ever got dirty I would run to my mother and exclaim, "Nassy, nassy!" and beg my mother to wash my hands. Yet, my mother's love for gardening definitely rubbed off on me and I constantly love to dig in the dirt, welcome the earthworms and whisper to the ladybugs. Over the last week I