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Most of us, if given the choice between dancing or wrestling, would choose dancing. Am I right? I mean, even if you were going to be a spectator, you’d probably opt for a night of watching dancers versus an evening watching a team of wrestlers going at it. But if you were asked to participate … well, surely you’d choose the …
This quote is one of my new favorite quotes. The words of Albert Einstein made me stop and think: What did I learn in school? I learned what I was good at … and what I wasn’t good at. I loved spelling bee days — lining up against the blackboard and waiting my turn to spell words. I believe you’re …
I got together with several writing friends last night. We talked writing, of course. And we also talked about what was going on in our lives. The common theme for all of us? Life was crazy. I wish I could say that our lives were crazy-fun, but we’re all dealing with different versions of crazy-challenging kinds of things. Crazy-exhausting kinds of …
Do I wait for others tell me who I am? Or do I know who I am, both my strengths and my weaknesses? There are days I struggle with myself, my confidence facedown in the dirt. Funny story: I remember the day I thought: Where do I get off thinking I could ever write a book? — and …
It’s funny how we count our days, isn’t it? We have busy days and do-nothing days and days we wait for all year long, like birthdays and anniversaries and Christmas. We have days we dread, like the start of school or the end of vacation. Life changing days … and life-shattering days. But I do believe Alexander Woollcott got it …
So here’s the question: Who do you show up for? Another question: How do you show up for the people you love? One more question for today: Who taught you the importance of showing up? And that’s all I’ve got for today. As my friend, Mary, said this morning when I told her I’d pushed SEND on my manuscript: “You …
With apologies to you, my friends, for not posting a blog on Tuesday … I flew to New York for RWA (Romance Writers of America) — a ginormous writers conference. In all the madness to get ready and get on the plane, I just forgot to post a blog. That’s it. I forgot. Several of you sent, “Are you okay” …
I didn’t play team sports much growing up. Oh sure, I played kickball during recess. I always envied the kids who could kick a “creeker” — kicking the ball hard enough so that it soared over the ravine at the end of the playground and into the woods beyond. And I participated in the mandatory team sports in gym — …
It’s been a week … You know. One of those weeks where you do the work. And sometimes you’re happy with your efforts … and sometimes you’re not. One of those weeks where you rest … and sometimes you’re up earlier — or later — and you’re tired. Just dragging through the day. One of those weeks where things go according …
I can spend my days so focused on the one big thing that I hope will ensure me happiness … fame … or accolades … or some sort of self-satisfaction that creates an “I’m enough” feeling — however fleeting … Or I can gather the small joys that make up the every days of my life. Laughter shared with friends Hugs …
