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Some things bear repeating. This quote is one of them: Let whatever you do today be enough. Too many days are piled with the leftovers of yesterday and the day before that … and I end up going to bed thinking, “I should have done more.” Dissatisfaction is an irritable bedfellow. He crowds the bed, steals my sleep … and I …
Perspective makes a huge difference in life. Sometimes perspective makes all the difference. Here’s the thing though: to gain perspective you have to live through something and then you have to look at that experience and ask “So, what did that teach me?” I’ve learned that it’s okay to cry when you need to cry — after going through a …
As a writer, I embrace the power of ideas. I know how a story idea can be the merest “what if?” nudgng me to think, to turn the question over … and for weeks, it’s nothing more than a maybe … a perhaps … a possibility. And then, the story comes to life. Imaginary people are talking all at once, …
“One may go a long way after one is tired.” Yes, that’s true. Or … one may choose to stop and rest. One may choose to say, “I’ve gone far enough for today.” The question is: How do you decide when to persevere … to “go a long way” after you’re tired? And how do you decide when to …
There are times I find a quote … like it … and then am surprised by who said it. Today is one of those times. “Begin somewhere; you cannot build a reputation on what you intend to do.” Isn’t that such sage advice? And then I googled Liz Smith and discovered she’s a gossip columnist, known as “The Grand Dame …
I cannot sew. It’s not for lack of trying. I took my first sewing class when I was in high school. After sewing the zipper into a pair of pants backwards not once but twice, I left it that way. Yeah, getting into those “I made them myself” pants was quite an undertaking. I took two more classes before I …
My perspective on defeat has changed a lot as I’ve gotten older. I think there was a time, early on in my life, when I didn’t think much about defeat — when I was brave. And then somehow, someway fear crept in and told me all the reasons I had to be afraid … all the reasons I couldn’t be …
Lately I’ve felt like a juggler. I’m not a real juggler. Don’t toss me an assortment of fruit and expect me to do some fancy handwork and keep apples and oranges and bananas all circling in midair. Not going to happen. But when it comes to life — day in, day out, what-did-I-accomplish-today kind of stuff — yes, I’m virtually …
Discovery — sometimes the process appeals to me. And sometimes, well, sometimes it doesn’t. The whole adventure of discovering me? I’ve alternated between ignoring myself … and chasing after myself demanding, “Stop running away and just tell me who you are!” I am all for discovering what I do. We’re confronted with that “What do you want to be when you …
When I was I was in elementary school, I wrote reports. Remember those? The teacher would assign you to write about a certain country — the food they ate, the clothes they wore … occupations … traditions … whatever. I would do my research. Collect my facts on those little lined white index cards. And then, I’d begin writing …
