The Thrill is in the Hunt #crackingmyselfupagain #happinessisachoice #iamresponsibleformyhappiness #mygirlfriendvoice #thriftshopping advice & strategies being present catch you on the flip side good buddy! mindset matters the happy truck triggers & the inner critic

The Thrill is in the Hunt

I love to shop at thrift stores, garage sales and consignment stores for clothing and home furnishings.  I know what I don’t want and I’ll know what I want when I see it.  Makes sense, right?  Lucky me, it was half price day at one of my favorites stores.

There it was, calling to me, from the “ART” section.

Twilight in the desert

A lonely stretch of road; illuminated by a single vehicle

A Kenmore Mack truck lights up the barren sky

“Breaker-breaker, good buddy!  Do ya copy?”

Yes, I bought a painting of an 18 wheeler!   The best part is that when you plug in this delicious canvas, light shines out of twenty punched holes filled with yellow and red Christmas lights.  My Mack truck lights up the desert night sky like beacon of hope!  Bingo.  I hit the mother lode for $11.25.

In reference to my living room, I could wait until I find a respectable or even inspirational piece of art to fill the space above my fireplace or I can hang something that makes me happy right now.  How often do I/you search for SOMETHING to fill a space, discarding viable options, when there is something right in front of me/us that makes perfect sense?

I had found THE HAPPY TRUCK and it was meant to adorn my wall.

There were years when I was looking for happiness.  I wanted to unload the “UN-happy”.   I needed a fix.

It was much easier to push the blame outwardly than to dive inwardly and take responsibility for my situation.  “If you only did this or stopped doing this, I would be happier.”  NOT.   Luckily I woke up and decided that something had to change.  I stepped into the truth and started to look at ME.

I was the one that needed to change.

Slowly and often painfully, I looked at MY actions — the only thing I have control over.  I didn’t like most of what I saw in there.  The truth hurts but I needed to make an inventory.  I made changes where I could, baby steps, until I felt grounded.  It took a few years to believe that I was responsible for my own happiness and then a few more years to put my new perspective into practice and leap into a new life.

I define my happiness.

My happiness is not dependent on you.

I am responsible for my own happiness.

Happiness is not an all or nothing situation.  For instance, I am quite happy sitting under my blanket despite that I have been sick since Tuesday with a monstrous cold.  I am happy the white load got washed and put away even though I have two more loads to go.  I am happy that my Frig is clean even though it means eggs for dinner (again!) or a trip to the store later.

I grab at happiness, drape it over me and let the other stuff go.

Someday I’d like to create a piece of art to hang on the hearth but there is no excuse for not enjoying what I have today.

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It’s a Good Thing I Like You #affirmations #forgiveyourself #mygirlfriendvoice #selflove #wardrobemalfunction advice & strategies cracking yourself up it's a good thing i like you mindset matters salsa dancing triggers & the inner critic

It’s a Good Thing I Like You

“It’s a good thing I like you.”  Have you ever caught yourself using that phrase?  I have said it when a friend was late meeting me for dinner but she didn’t have any good reason for her tardiness.  I thought, “It’s a good thing I like you.” I said the same thing when my dog ate my cinnamon roll as I turned my back to grab the phone. I said it to my son when he forgot to pick me up from the library.  He is damn lucky I like him!

Have I ever applied, “it’s a good thing I like you” to myself?  To my own actions? Easy answer.  I have said it to myself only once and it just so happened last week.

Last Sunday I headed out to my Salsa practice.  Since it was the weekend, I took extra time getting ready.  I was feeling pretty damn sexy in a black lace outfit when I headed out the door.  Well,  it didn’t take long before I was snapped out of the sexy zone into an OMG zone.  You see spinning around, my heel caught on the back hem of my skirt, pulling the whole thing down to mid-thigh in one smooth motion!   Now, my first thought was, “Thank goodness you have on nice panties!” followed quickly by, “It’s a good thing I can laugh at myself!!!”.  Who would have known that a wardrobe malfunction would have turned out to be such a positive thing?

I find that I’m a more forgiving of others foibles than I am of my own.  What about life has conditioned this response?  Rather than debate the origin, it is easier to focus on the benefits of applying “self-like”.

I find I am more present.  I am less reactive and far more responsive.  I am more confident.

Suggested thoughts—try it out and see how it fits!

  1. I like you and you are worthy of love and happiness.
  2. I like you just the way you are.  You are beautiful.
  3. I like you.  You are capable and compassionate.

“It’s a good thing I like you because you still haven’t put those Christmas decorations away!” said me to myself!

This is another way My Girlfriend Voice speaks to me.  How does your Girlfriend Voice speak to you?

From the heart,


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Leaving the Comfort Zone #followyourdreams #hatersgonnahate #leavingthecomfortzone #mygirlfriendvoice #thinkbig #youcandoanything advice & strategies leave your comfort zone mindset matters prioritize your time triggers & the inner critic will you have regrets?

Leaving the Comfort Zone

The world can be a scary place—-especially when you start to recognize your true potential.  Tasting and trusting your own power can scare the hell out of you!  I posted a quote earlier in the week that people will discourage you from acting on your dreams because they fear you will succeed.  The NEW you may leave them behind and since they lack the courage to reach for their own dreams, they’d rather you keep each other company in “unfulfilled land”.

If it is not someone else discouraging you, you may be discouraging yourself.  Self-sabotage is real.  I’ll use writing this blog as an example.  For years people have encouraged me to write my stories and thoughts but my response was, “I am not a writer or who would read it?”  Correction.  Everyone is a writer, I just don’t happen to make a living from it.  Secondly, who cares if anyone reads my blog!  I write for the pleasure of sharing and hopefully, building a community of like-minded individuals.  I rely on daily inspiration found in books and on the web so this is my way of paying forward what I have learned/will learn/need to learn…..get my drift?Writing keeps me grounded in today.  When people say they wish they could follow one of their dreams, I ask them these questions:

Question:  What is the worst thing that can happen if you follow your dream?

Answer:  You won’t like it.  At least you will know it wasn’t for you!

Question:   I won’t be good at “it” so why try something new?

Answer:  Are you really saying you fear failure?  Look at your endeavor as “progress not perfection”!  Besides, not every change/adventure has to be a public proclamation.

Question:   I don’t have time to do anything else.  I have too much on my plate now.

Answer:  You do have time—if you want to find it.  It may mean rearranging your schedule to allow a little time for yourself.   You may need to let go of other things, especially the activities and people that don’t make you excited anymore, because if you want IT, you have to make IT happen.  This is an active process.  Dreams don’t happen by wishing!

Question:  How will you feel if you don’t do “it”?

Answer:  I will probably regret it.  I’ll get over it.  Doesn’t everybody have regrets?

I was quite uncomfortable when I started salsa dancing but the pleasure outweighed my discomfort.  I am sticking with it!  I was also terrible at tennis so after a 4-part class, I decided this was one thing I could let go of, at least for now!  I started knitting again last year but I have yet to make a set of fingerless gloves that match in size.  I unravel and start again shrugging my shoulders—no big deal. ...

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A New Year of Possibility and Postings! #groundedingratitude #happynewyear #liveinthemoment #mygirlfriendvoice #newbeginnings #nomoretears #practicegratitude #selfcare emotions & emotional inventory feeling optimistic letting the past go looking forward to my future relationships & communication

A New Year of Possibility and Postings!

Happy New Year!   I spent the later half of December reviewing 2011 and for the first time ever, I am not letting what I SHOULD have done or WISHED for or even CRIED OVER to dominate my thinking.  I am content to review my life objectively.

The more I am based in gratitude and self-care, the more optimistic I feel. More options become available to me when I clear my mind of the past.

I have never considered myself a writer but writing these posts has unleashed my creativity, bolstered my self-esteem and convinced me that focusing on “the positive” can change your life.

I feel renewed.

This year I wish you continued spiritual and emotional growth, time for laughter and learning and finally, time to be STILL.   Thank you for being a member of my community.

From the heart,


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The Force…. #bepresent #maytheforcebewithyou #mygirlfriendvoice #mysuperpower #stressfultimes #wrapmeinreassurance advice & strategies anxiety confidence finding your power focused on the truth mindset matters stress super hero powers triggers & the inner critic visualization

The Force…

For many years when I to had to tackle a huge task, especially a stressful situation, I would resort to my super hero powers.   I channeled something to the likes of Xena Warrior Princess.  I’d have the grit and energy of a fierce mama bear protecting her cubs but I’d be glowing sexy hot donning a leather skirt and bikini top.  Fighting for the greater good while kicking ass!

When I wasn’t channeling Xena, I comfortably fell into my other mode; the Gumby mode.   Gumby was cute and flexible and a perfect shade of green.  Gumby bends over backward with ease, happily putting others needs in front of his/her own.  BUT when I became Gumby, I’d ultimately stretch myself too thin and become no good to anyone.  Flexibility was a exhausting!

There was no middle mode or neutral gear.  I was either Xena or Gumby or kinda of blank; lights on but no one home.  Emotions were tucked away for another time because I had little time (or desire) to feel unsettled.  It was quite exhausting to jump from one extreme to the other but I knew no other way.  It wasn’t like my friends and I were talking about these things.  We all had perfect lives; or so we thought.

Attention please:  That was then and this is now.  Xena and Gumby have been retired!

Giving myself permission to operate differently was the first step in this transformation.  It required a leap of faith! I was venturing outside of a comfortable operating system and playing around with an unvalidated update!  I had to believe that I had the capacity and the ability to deal with a wider range of emotions.  I had to willingly sit with my emotions; even the ones that are uncomfortable.  I vowed to remain openhearted and committed.

Happily I discovered that my new operating system included a super hero power which I affectionately call, “THE FORCE”.  The force is like a blanket of reassurance which grounds me while at the same time, unveils a vast resource of possibility.  I feel an energy surge around me, whispering “slow down”.  I am able to weigh the options and remain authentic; objective and compassionate.  I don’t have to become a warrior because my power is confident, quiet and as such is far more effective.

Is learning a new skill easy? Heck no. Operating in a new mode is like learning a new skill.   It takes practice so I have to remind myself all the time to focus on my progress.  I am not going to beat myself up striving for perfection.  I allow myself to feel and there are times when I am overwhelmed so I have to take a break to refresh myself by not thinking or feeling anything at all.   Other times I embrace the FORCE and let the whoop ass fly!

The Force helps me find WHAT IS TRUE.  Isn’t that what really matters– the TRUTH? 

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My Favorite Things: a gifting guide #giftgiving #givetime #mygirlfriendvoice #shareasmile #showappreciation #thebestgiftforanyone advice & strategies relationships & communication three gifts to share with friends and strangers

My Favorite Things:  a gifting guide

This is what I know.  There are three important things that I can give you, whether you are a loved one or a total stranger.  Can you guess what they are?  No fancy wrapping paper is required and it won’t break the bank yet the impact of these gifts can last a lifetime.  This is the most exquisite gift I can give you!  And when the gift is reciprocated, you will feel awesome!

1. ?        2.?         3.?             Read on, my friend!

TIME     I’ll give you my time including my undivided attention.  My ears and mind are open to whatever you want to share.   I will listen and if you want me to, I’ll tell you what you want to know.  I’m interested in what YOU….your fears, your dreams, your daily do’s.

A SMILE   Your eyes dance and your face softens when your lips spread into a smile.  We may not see each other often, or more than once in a lifetime, but we can share a magical moment through your ageless smile.  Everyone smiles in the same language.

APPRECIATION    A simple thank you.  I won’t be too busy to express my sincere gratitude for the little things you do.  These words are the most needed yet easily forgotten.  I won’t take you for granted.  You are among my greatest blessings.

These are the gifts I am sharing with my friends and family as well the stranger who may become my friend.

Spare the stress and breathe.  You have everything you need to make your life and the lives of others complete.  Happy Gift Giving.

Give time.  Give smiles. Show appreciation.  Nothing could be sweeter….

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The Premeditation Game #lettinggo #mygirlfriendvoice a can of whoop ass advice & strategies emotions & emotional inventory finding gratitude in the moment letting go of expectations mindset matters

The Premeditation Game

I love word games.  How many words can you make from the letters found in the word “EXPECTATIONS”?  I’ll get you started with a few:  pectin, cape, exact, noise.   Here is one I bet you didn’t guess, “RESENTMENT”.  Is the saying true that, “expectations are premeditated resentment”?  I hadn’t heard this phrase before today so I decided it was time for a little research and then what I love to do best, tell you a story.

ME:   First of all, I have to admit I am a bit confused about something. Isn’t it normal to have expectations?

The blond:  “It’s a given—you are born with expectations.  If I expect to be disappointed, I am usually disappointed.  I like to go into a situation knowing what I am going to get out of it. Not that I am a control freak or anything.”

ME:    Well, this is depressing.  Where is the spontaneity or the fun?  Negative thoughts lead to negative actions; a self-fulfilling prophecy.  I either consciously or subconsciously influence you (and myself) to behave in a way that confirms my prediction.  Another human tendency—-wanting to be right!

The blonder:  “What? “

ME:  OK, I will let go of my negative expectations but why can’t I hold on to the positive expectations?  I will influence you in a positive way, right?

Yoga girl:  “It’s complicated.  You can’t control another person (as much as I have tried this is true) but it has been proven that if teachers make a student feel competent, they will perform better.  Focus on what you can contribute rather than what you will receive. Encourage the behavior you want to see and let go of the outcome.

ME:  Let go of what?  This is a whole other subject but I am starting to see that holding any expectation is a set up.  OK, I will not hold on to any negative or positive expectations.   Is this what enlightened grownups are supposed to do?

Salvation Army man:  “Why not just be thankful, pretty lady?”

ME:  Now we’re getting somewhere.  Rather than setting expectations, I need to find my gratitude.  Everything I need is here and now.  (Oh geez, I sound like a Hallmark card!)  Can I really replace expectations with gratitude?

New Mom:  “I am not sure but I did put a cute sign on my front door that says, “Leave your shoes and bad attitude outside.”

ME:  I believe I have confirmed that holding expectations lead to a multitude of negative feelings including resentment.  Rather than wishing for a behavior or outcome, I will simply enjoy the moment.  I’ll find something to appreciate rather than judge.  I’ll ease into the present moment, taking what I like and leaving the...

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The Responsible One #findyourhappy #happinessisachoice #happinessisaninsidejob #mygirlfriendvoice #personalresponsibility #takeatimeout\ emotions & emotional inventory mindset matters personal responsibility triggers & the inner critic

The Responsible One

Responsibility is an interesting topic.  I am not sure I think much about the topic of “responsibility” until I experience someone avoiding their responsibility and I am impacted!! I proudly define myself as a responsible person.  I hear Mom’s telling their children, “It’s your responsibility”.  I hear bosses, teachers and doctors using the same phrase.

So I ask you, if you set aside the obvious (job and family), what ultimately is your responsibility?   

I think back to when I was a young.  My responsibility was to help out at home and listen to my teachers.  As I grew up, my responsibility was to continue with my education and secure a good job.  Over the next twenty years, I was responsible for taking care of my family.  As I approach another milestone birthday I have started wonder, what happened to the responsibility of taking care of me and my happiness?  Was I absent the day they taught introspection and self-care? 

Would I feel successful taking care of my family if I didn’t take care of myself simultaneously?  Would I thrive in my career if I hadn’t identified my strengths and passions?  The answer is NO and this is why many of us come to a screeching halt in midlife.  We get lost in the trap of doing what we think we should be doing or lost in the process of completing a goal just to complete it. Do you build a house on a faulty foundation without any future consequences?

Let me restate the question for you.

Question:  What are you responsible for?

Updated Answer:  I am responsible for my own happiness.

This is pretty simple yet extremely profound, right?  If my happiness includes speaking Greek, jogging in the rain or wearing purple everyday then I have the responsibility to do those things for ME.  No one else can make me happy. You have heard it before.  Happiness is an inside job.

I hear you doubting me….. Yes, I am happy when my children are happy, BUT, my happiness is not dependent upon my children, or anyone else for that matter but little old me.   I am happy when I secure a new client, find great boots on clearance and giggle with the girls but again, my happiness in not dependent on these experiences.  My happiness is ENHANCED by these experiences.   Enhanced; yes.  Dependent;  no.

My happiness is a personal interpretation.  If I depend on you to tell me what makes me happy or to do things to make me happy then I spend a hell of a lot of time waiting for may not happen.  Rather than happiness filling me up, it is more likely I will be dominated by the feelings of impatience and resentment.  This gets old really fast.  Happiness contingent upon something or someone else is like expecting to win at the blackjack table.  The odds are with the dealer and not you.  You might win some but you...

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The “D” word; redefined #emotionallyunavailable #merntalhealth #mrrogers #mygirlfriendvoice #stopthestigma benefit of the doubt developmentally different disabilities emotionally unavailable emotions & emotional inventory mr. rogers relationships & communication respecting differences triggers & the inner critic

The “D” word; Redefined

On Friday I spent the day in bed with a cold.  Sitting quietly, for an entire day is not easy for me.  I’m tired but not tired enough to sleep and I have the attention span of a five year old so reading a novel is out of the question.  Journaling was the only activity that fit my state of mind so I jotted down some notes on life.

I noticed that my mind kept coming back to the topic of “disability”.  First of all, the word “DISABILITY” really irks me.  Yes, there is a “limitation” but is this person really without ability?  If you have a physical limitation, it is easier for me to identify your limitation, but what about a limitation that I cannot see?

According to the National Institute of Mental Health, tens of millions of American experience mental disorders every year but only a small fraction receive treatment.  Serious mental illness effects one in four families.

What about a brain injury caused by a car accident, a hit and run mind you, which results in severe headaches?  Or my coworker with fibromyalgia who has good and bad days, but still shows up to work despite her pain? How about the soldiers returning home from the Middle East with PTSD?

My elderly friends with early Alzheimer’s may not be able to remember the story I read to them last week but usually I can’t either!  They lose connections to words faster than they lose connection to emotions.  In fact, I feel they are highly sensitized to how people feel about them.

Those that suffer a “limitation” do not want to be treated differently, it is quite the opposite. Those with a “limitation” often suffer frustration and shame that many of us cannot comprehend.   Most upsetting, those with a “limitation” are often discriminated against. 

Discrimination of the worst kind is that which rides under the radar AND is socially acceptable.  There are mean smirks, the rude comments, palpable tension between co-workers and …….……Isolation.   It is this behavior that feeds the fuel called STIGMA.   People become ashamed of their differences  and hide them rather than fearlessly share them with others.

I am haunted by the memory of an individual being accused of intoxication when buying a movie ticket because he had trouble presenting the right amount of money to the bitchy cashier.  He was developmentally different (I won’t use the word disabled anymore). He didn’t want trouble.  He wanted to see a darn movie like everybody else in line behind him.

Let me tell you what I define as a DISABILITY; as inspired by The World According to Mr. Rogers.

  1. the inability to get in touch with your feelings
  2. the inability to take responsibility for your actions
  3. the inability to form lasting, intimate relationships

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Hot Spots!! #49thbirthday #accentuatethepositive #celebrate #lovingmyself #youarebeautiful comparison queen emotions & emotional inventory hate my body self-acceptance self-loathing #mygirlfriendvoice triggers & the inner critic

Hot Spots!!

I can’t remember feeling this happy in a very long time so of course, I don’t want the weekend to end.  This weekend I was celebrating my birthday with friends.  Lydia made me a tiara that said, “Nothing could be finer than to be a 49er!”  Yes indeed, I’m feeling FINE at forty nine!

I did however have a moment where my Girlfriend Voice had to kick my butt.  Simone and I were looking at photos and my eyes immediately went to, dare I even admit this, to my stomach and my arms.  Yes, I forgot the joy on my face.  Yes, I forgot what was captured in the moment.  I bet you this.  Every single person reviewing photos did the same exact thing when they looked at their own image.

Did any of the ten people in the room even notice that I had a muffin top? Certainly no one felt nauseous when I took my sweater off to reveal bare arms. No one lost their appetite because of my wiggly jigglies!  It is all in my mind’s eye.

Why are we so critical of ourselves? What is the root of this self-criticism?

  1. When we are young, someone criticizes or teases us and this creates a “hot spot”.
  2. The hot spot is a vulnerable area or topic.  If you were teased for a big nose, you are likely going to be self-conscious of your nose for eternity! I was teased for having a flat butt– called “pancake”!  To this day I don’t appreciate my derriere.
  3.  Our personal definition of “beautiful” somehow doesn’t apply to our self.
  4. We judge ourselves far more harshly than we judge others.
  5. Our minds magnify our self-imposed imperfections and remind us continually of our self-identified flaws.

Unfortunately living with criticism and self-loathing is easier than accepting and loving ourselves.  

It makes me mad to even state that but it is the truth.  Knowing this, how can we manage or even better, overcome our “hot spots”?

Celebrate what makes you unique.  You are a vibrant human being and gift to the world!

Focus more on what IS right and less on what you don’t like or deem isn’t good enough.

Accentuate the positive.  Be grateful.

When all else fails, keep a sense of humor…… 

I’m sitting on the couch in my PJ’s and the lyric comes to mind, “If loving me is wrong, I don’t want to be right”.  I love my muffin top and my wiggly bare arms as much as I love cupcakes and champagne.  I’m going to dedicate my 49th year to happily loving my unique self.  I hope you’ll join me and celebrate all that is YOU too!

From the heart,


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Picking up the Pieces #brokenpeople #codependentrelationships #mygirlfriendvoice #comingtotherescue #theblamegame advice & strategies fixer upper relationships fracles no blame games relationships & communication renovators & rescuers

Picking up the Pieces

The dictionary says a fracture is the separation of an object into pieces under stress.  A fracture reduces strength and inhibits the transmission of light.

We are all fractured by traumatic events, especially the events of our childhood.  As much as we wish them away or deny they exist, they shape how we communicate; they influence the people we associate with and ultimately shape our self-image. We can’t escape the impact of a fracture.

Not all fractured people or “FRACLES” as I have termed them, are poisonous monsters.   The Fracle spectrum ranges from quirky (just a few buttons you don’t want to push) all the way to the “No Go Narcissist” (you should be amazed they even have time to talk to your lowly self).  Here is the dangerous correlation.  The more fractured or Fracled, the stronger the pull may be to get involved.  WARNING: stay in your own lane, Girlfriend! Follow me?  Danger– you are not the fixer upper fairy!

One of the best descriptions I have seen of FRACLES and the people who love them appears on Natalie’s website    She talks about how we can be Renovators (partner needs a makeover and a little fixing up) or Florence Nightingales (partner needs healing, helping and your love cures all).

She quotes in a recent post, “Unfortunately, believing that you have superhuman powers is what has you repeatedly returning to the same relationship crime scene, going out with the same guy in a different package, and taking on fixer-upper projects that leave you hungry and hurt.”

I don’t think I realized how enticing the allure of a fixer upper relationship was in my early twenties.  Even in my thirties I wasn’t looking inward and satisfying my own needs.  It wasn’t until my fabulous forties that I started to see the imbalance.  As I focused on my needs and identified my values, I created space and this space facilitated healthier decision making.  I am able to let go (work in progress!) without resentment and anger because through these experiences, I have become a better person.  Thank you, Fracles!

This sounds like very black and white thinking but let me point out the difference between fractured individuals and FRACLES.  A Fracle doesn’t recognize their blueprint is damaged and therefore cannot take corrective action. Fracles like to blame, judge and manipulate others because it is the only they to operate. You are the problem– not them!

I am fractured and I own it.  I shine my diffracted light to create a kaleidoscope of pattern and color. I welcome it. I own it.

Let it be known on this twenty fourth day of October, I proclaim that I will no longer befriend someone for “something to do or someone to save”. 

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Hello People, Life is Short #beherenow #bekind #forgiveforyoursake #mygirlfriendvoice #payitforward #tomorrowisneverguaranteed advice & strategies high school reunion how will people remember you? kindness life is short relationships & communication

Hello People, Life is Short

“You were the quiet one back then; and perfectly confident. So smart. I thought of you as perfect.”  WHO ME? Are you sure you’re talking about me?  I have no recollection of ever being described this way let alone feeling confident! “Now you are the life of the party, a sexy mama!”  Well….. I guess you ARE talking about me!  Thank you, thank you!

These comments were made last weekend at my 30th high school reunion.   The common denominator is that we grew up in a small town and shared those very long and uncomfortable adolescent years together.  Those were the years when you were supposed to be growing up….LOL.  If only we had known that growing up was a lifelong process! 

And where did that “perfect” comment come from?  I told my friend that I put up a good facade but inside I wasn’t sure about anything or anyone.  I was constantly measuring myself against all of the others.  Confidence was my outer mask.  I could play the part but not live the life.

Despite where life took us after graduation, we continue to share experiences. The most striking commonality is that we all have lost friends and family members far too soon.  The reminder to live each day to the fullest couldn’t be clearer.  Who cares about waistlines and hairlines or square footage and bank balances when you could tell someone how much they mean to you? One classmate lost her husband to ALS earlier this year.  Luckily he was able to stay in his home until he passed.  Another classmate buried her son a year ago.  We also took a moment to honor the eight classmates that have died since graduation.

Hello people, Life is short.

I organized this reunion from California so that I could “pay it forward”.  When my Dad passed away last year, the people of my hometown kindly came forward to help my family.  In gratitude, I wanted to do something to show my appreciation.  I don’t want to be remembered as the beauty queen, the smart girl, the perfect one or even the sexy mama! I hope that someone will say that I was a kind person or the person who inspired them to believe in their potential.  This is what matters to me.  This is what mattered to my Dad.

My Dad died at the young age of 67 and I really miss him.  Remember, life is short.  Please take the time to do something special for someone today.  Call a friend you haven’t connected with in a long time.  Hug your loved ones.  Drop grudges and consider forgiveness for YOUR sake.  Laugh out loud.

We don’t know if we will have tomorrow so make today your best day yet.  PAY KINDNESS FORWARD!

From the heart,


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