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Jun 25, 2011 - Life    No Comments


I had an “aha” moment as I was crawling into bed last night.

They say people come into our lives for a reason, order a season or a lifetime and I’ve always believed that. But in that moment of clarity, dosage I really saw how the reason/season people have shaped my life over the past ten years. I also realized just how very much the type of influences I needed at different points either appeared or came back into my life at the right time.

College years were filled with people who gave me the tools I would need to launch my career (along with the fun friends who made a million memories I’ll always reflect fondly on). Without their presence, order I may not have had the confidence to pursue the jobs that prepared me for the launch of my own business.

In the early years of the business, I often marveled at the number of entrepreneurial women in my life, and felt so fortunate for their support and advice. Certainly without them the hurdles would have been tougher, and I might well have missed opportunities that they helped illuminate.

Then once the company was established, house bought, savings established, and the void inside me ever more obvious, I was blessed to have the guidance of people who helped me begin the personal growth and awareness I needed to tackle.

And now as I work to dismantle the protective layers I’ve so long enforced, and allow love to emanate to the world around me, I find the people who are best suited to help me do that are (re)entering my life.

I know I have a long way yet to go in this leg of my journey, but as I look back on how accurately the tools for success have been placed in my path, I’m no longer intimidated. Everything needed, will be provided.


As I thought back on the people who have contributed so much to my life, it was a wonderment to realize there is one person who has been an influencer at each stage of my life since we were young kids. Thank you, my friend.


Jun 23, 2011 - Family, Men, Women    2 Comments

One Strong Belief

With the encouragement of my friend T, advice I’m going to use some of the #Trust30 topics, medical  an online initiative and 30-day writing challenge that encourages you to look within and trust yourself.

::  today’s prompt::

It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude. – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

The world is powered by passionate people, powerful ideas, and fearless action. What’s one strong belief you possess that isn’t shared by your closest friends or family? What inspires this belief, and what have you done to actively live it?

(Author: Buster Benson)

I am going to pull from my “interview” on T’s blog for this one…

Having a child should be a thoroughly well-thought-out decision. A lot of people, men and women, start a family without ever really thinking about it. But ask any parent how often they think about that decision once their kids are born and they will tell you “constantly.” It is the biggest choice anyone can make in a lifetime – the greatest responsibility you can take on, one you can’t undo – it’s a life. I think that deserves careful consideration and thought as to whether you are really prepared to give everything that commitment deserves. Some people are. I am not.

This quote says it so well:

Source: via Laura on Pinterest

Jun 2, 2011 - Family    No Comments

Brotherly love

I know, about it I’m supposed to be querulous, but today I’m appreciative. So if you only like my bitchy posts, check back next week. [nevermind, just read till the end]

My brother rocks. He’s my roomie and one of my closest confidantes, which you know puts him far above just a blood relation in my books. “J” didn’t do anything over-the-top to deserve this salute. Yeah, he finished supper and did dishes while I went to yoga (pretty awesome of him), but it’s in the every-day-life that I’m most grateful for my bro. He’s loving, he’s caring, he’s sensible, he gives excellent advice when needed and he listens when that’s all I really want someone to do. Mostly though, he’s patient when I’m difficult. He’ll certainly tell you I’m not easy to get along with (I think he’s exaggerating), and he puts up with it all.

The thought of him someday moving out, moving on to a life all his own, scares me to pieces. What will I do when he’s not here? When he has a family that takes priority over slushy drink nights? I mean sure, I will probably will not miss the disaster he tends to leave in the kitchen, on the dining table, the coffee table, the entry table, the entryway floor, the carpet… But I’ll miss him more. And I might even wish I could curse his messy ways when he’s gone.

All I have to say is he better give me A LOT of cute nieces and nephews to fill the gaping hole left in my heart when he moves out.