Routine in Life Stifles Your Fire

Routine in Life Stifles Your Fire

It’s hard to admit, but honestly, the only time I really clean my house well is when I’m expecting visitors. The rest of the time, it’s more of a clean as needed routine. I feel we experience life in this same manner - going through our days, on autopilot, just getting things done and settling into a groove.  (Or worse yet, the grind).  But consider the electricity in the atmosphere when a change blows into our routines. Feelings of excitement and anticipation create that unmistakable fire of feeling alive. It is staggering the ease positive energy puts into our activities when we break from our norm. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not wishing to clean my house more often, but the task sure is easier when I am looking forward to a visit from friends! Cheers to making each day special and different from the last!...
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Happiness is Easy to Find and Yours to Give

Happiness is Easy to Find and Yours to Give

The Gift of Giving Unexpected gifts are the best. Last week, I received a beautiful memento from a friend. I had been looking for a special statue to rest at my brother's gravesite, but I was struggling to find just the right one. My friend knew of my desire and made it her quest to locate just what I was looking for.  Presenting me the beautiful fairy statue was a symbol of our friendship, but also a touching reminder that giving is the key to happiness. Suffolk Fairy Emily Statue by HomeStyles True Happiness is Giving it Away The fact is, the graciousness you reveal by the act of giving is even more valuable than the gift itself.  You can give a smile, give your time, give your compassion, all with no cost but great benefit to you.  As Maya Angelou so thoughtfully said, "When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed."  Remember, every time you give your happiness away, you are gaining happiness in...
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Time to Throw in the Towel?

Time to Throw in the Towel?

The amount of snot my body can produce is really staggering. I've been to the doctor twice, been on antibiotics, decongestants, and a steroid inhaler for over a week, yet I still feel like I'm hearing people talk underwater with the amount of fluid trapped in my head. But I'm sure you're very familiar with this scenario, as this nasty virus/bacterial infection seems to have met everyone in our town.  I did everything I could to destroy this invasion of my personal being-including rest and PLENTY of sleep, and I realized I'm getting nowhere with this passive approach; I'm taking this bugger head on!     Off to the gym I drug myself, complete with a can-do, positive attitude leading the way to the group class.  The warm up came and went, barely making an impression on me. I thought, "I should have gotten off the couch, out of my pajamas days ago!" I felt a rush as I hungrily attacked...
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Wondering why I care…

Wondering why I care…

So, I cut my hair. Short. I started asking my children what they thought...big mistake. They both liked it long-the way it was before I decided to try to update my look...I was bemusing this fact to my husband when he said, "Why do you care so much about what other people think?" Perfect segue way to my coloring appointment next week-holographic pink-here I come!...
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Why So Blue?

Why So Blue?

Today has the most beautiful blue winter sky. The sun is shining brightly through hues of indigo melting into a cornflower blue, dotted by puffy, cotton like clouds. Yet, through the beauty, I was feeling the blues. Yes, even the cheerful can get down. The more I wrote and reflected on my rich life I shared with my beloved brother, the ache in my heart grew stronger. I miss him. A lot. But we all have grief from a loved one lost, either through death, a breakup, or distance. The memories shared, as lovely as they are, can still bring the sadness. I don't want his memory fade, and sometimes the grief I feel makes his memory more present, more real. It was this thought that made me realize that I shouldn't shy away or suppress these feelings. I can embrace them knowing that the most beautiful rainbows are comprised of blue. ...
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Winning Through a Loss

Winning Through a Loss

He lost.  The long struggle to win was lost.  But he never quit fighting.  He might have been the weakest, but he was a strong fighter.  And I was his eternal cheerleader.  He was only thirteen when he died from the disease he was born fighting.  I was only twelve when I lost my brother, Michael, my best friend.  He taught me so much in those twelve years...how to fight the good fight, to never let struggle get you down, to appreciate what you've been given, and to have the faith that we've all been given a special path to travel in this life that will lead us to our purpose, and possibly, that purpose is to touch the hearts and inspire others to keep up the good fight. His struggle to catch his breath, have a productive cough, or even simply convince someone to please pick up that Lego piece he had dropped for the hundredth time, stole every bit...
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