I’m all for goal setting. With my ping-pong default, having written goals is the only thing that keeps me on track. But it’s all you read/hear/talk about this time of year. I’d like to suggest we should not only look forward but also look back. Look back with gratitude. I know we have to…
Category: Strength
Thin Ice
I can do this. I pictured myself relaxed and calm entering the MRI machine. Yes, I had even practiced by putting my head in dark, enclosed places. Husband cracked up when I told him I put my head in our small RV closet to practice not being afraid in tight quarters. Everything was going to…
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Troubles
A terrible clatter. Crashing. I stop my phone conversation with a gutter installer and listen. The sound came from inside our under-construction house where my husband is doggedly working on wiring. The sound sends chills down my spine. But I hear another sound. Maybe his hole saw? He must be OK, just dropped something big….
The Battle
Straight out of a Halloween movie. Creepy, crawly, nasty. Everywhere you look. Overwhelming numbers. They’re on the verge of world domination. We are under siege. We’re barely holding our own. Our weapons are a shop vac and tissues which we’re using with great dedication and bravery. Our not-yet-sealed up under construction house appears to be…
September Sighs
Ugh! It’s time to get up, but the sky is dark gray and claustrophobic. Apparently, it has sucked all my energy out and left me with its gray emptiness. Brrrr. It’s chilly. How about if I just stay in bed? No? Ok, by sheer will I’ll drag myself thru the morning routine and hope my…
Goals, Guilt, Guts
A few days ago I was driving by a barn. Immediately I cringed inside. It isn’t that I don’t like barns. I cringed because the barn reminded me of an undone project. I had promised my teenage granddaughter that we’d photograph old barns together. That familiar, accusing voice hissed- “You haven’t even started your project…