Words & Insights From the Heart
Workouts in the summer are particularly brutal. The heat really does a number on me. I am not alone in that. When I finish a workout, my first reaction is to just lay on the floor right where I am. I lay there until I can breathe normally again. I did that yesterday, but when
When my daughter was 5, she loved “Mermaid”. She never called her Ariel, just Mermaid. The character was on everything she had. She moved on to the color pink. That was a thing for a while. Pink no longer exists on her color wheel. She has stricken it from existence. I guess she burned out.
I have rarely been accused of being fast at anything. Whether by procedural inefficiencies or just a plain lack of energy, I tend to finish last. That has been true my whole life. That fact has also bothered me my whole life. Because of that, the speed of completing an activity is something I tend
I don’t know exactly when it happened. Sometime, though, during late childhood, I contracted what Hubby Guy would call a terrible disease. I rearrange rooms. I move furniture from room to room and re-imagine where everything goes. I make it better again and again and again… and again. Also, the disease can be very contagious.
There was a day recently that was gorgeous. I gathered my laptop, my glasses, and all necessary things and planted myself in my favorite chair on the back porch. My goal was to write my weekly blog post. Immediately, I became distracted. I decided to check my work email and it turned into a project