Tag: little victories
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The Day I Found My Voice
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved? The Day I found my voice, she filled my ears like a choir singing. She washed over me like the crashing of ocean waves. She stilled me like the silence of a starry night. She lit me up like the soft glow of sunbeams…
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Practice over Perfection
What makes a good leader? One could say it depends on what you’re trying to lead. For example, a yoga teacher needs far different skills than a CEO leading a board meeting. Or do they? I think the one common denominator is leading by example. It is this factor that gives me pause in feeling…
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Lessons in Trust
Are you holding a grudge? About? I used to hold a monstrous grudge against my parents. They did so much damage, you see. But with each layer of healing from that damage, I find more acceptance. I recognize that my path is my path. The resilient and strong woman that I have become, the life…
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Confession from the Bedroom Wall…
I have a photograph of my 🍑 on our bedroom wall. I like to think it’s tasteful. My husband snapped the pic on my 40th birthday when I was enjoying the view from our Key West hotel room. My bottom aside, it’s a beautiful picture; you can see the ocean and palm trees in the…
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On Valentine’s Day
I love my husband. I love chocolate. I love kind words. I love love. I hope you give, receive and feel love today. First and foremost, from yourself. If you are lucky enough to live with an abundance of love, have gratitude and find ways to spread it far and wide. We live in a…
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Big A and The Suze
What were your parents doing at your age? I left for Colorado at 18 years old, with a back pack, a couple hundred bucks and attitude to spare. Flipping the middle finger as I walked out the door. After a few years in Vail, suffering through a perfect storm of self-inflicted emotional turmoil and humiliation;…
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Sick of My Story
I’ve always thought that I can’t help anyone, until I am healed. I can’t write a story, until I have the right ending. I won’t have an impact, until I have arrived. But healing is not linear, and seemingly, never ends. If I don’t start writing the story, the only way it ends, is with…
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