Tuesday, June 21, 2016

The Business of Life

I've gone through a lot of changes over the past six years: Divorce, retirement, starting 2 (TWO) businesses, discovering I have Narcolepsy with Cataplexy, and finding love. Not in that order. So I have a lot on my mind a lot of the time. Coming back to the blogsphere seemed like a good idea. But the problem is, I don't have time for this!

However, I do have a blog for my business (Confident Life Coaching) and I'm never using it anymore. Maybe I should use the time I find to write on that blog. It would be pretty much the same things (the "life" things) that I've written about here.

So, how about it? Would those of you still reading give me your thoughts?

Monday, June 13, 2016

Maybe. Maybe not.

One thing I've learned over the past six years is this: Life is one huge experiment. There is nothing concrete; there is nothing that goes exactly according to plan. Every day is a shitty first draft. But I've also learned that at any moment I have the opportunity to say, "Hey, I think I'd like to try this out."

So, today, at this moment, I'm going to start this blog again. Maybe. Let's see how it goes.

If you have been a follower of this blog please leave a comment and  let me know who's still out there.

Friday, April 30, 2010

death of a season

I had a talk with the man in the moon.
He said the winds would be changing soon.
I asked him why it must be this way
He said, "Be patient and you'll find out someday.
The seasons change and with it comes
Other changes under the sun.
Some things die and others are born.
Some are mended, some are torn.
Once there was war, now there is peace.
What was silent now can speak.
What was thrown out, now you'll keep.
What made you laugh makes you weep.
What has been killed will now heal.
The love you had is now hate you feel.
You've planted seeds and built a wall,
Now uproot the weeds and let it fall,
For the griefs you've embraced and the wounds you've held close
Now turn to dancing as your stone heart lets go."
Then the man in the moon said I must count the cost
If I am to keep searching or give it up for lost.

© PR: 02.06.02
From Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (NIV)

Sunday, April 04, 2010

because He lives

One of my favorite songs from my childhood;
pretty much says it all.

Monday, March 29, 2010

it's all about the -ing

Spring makes me happy. Not just the weather; the cool mornings and warm days motivate and inspire me. But mostly it's the colors. Green, I've mentioned before, is my favorite color, and in the spring it is accompanied by purple. Well, it is around here, anyway. Purple budding trees and flowers alongside new green grass. It just about makes me giddy. Unfortunately, all this glorious color, motivation, and giddiness doesn't fend off the depression.

I mentioned a couple of posts back that I've been taking note of when the darkness comes, but I've also been trying to notice what keeps it away. One thing I've found is if I keep reading I don't get so depressed. When I finish a book it's good for me to start another one fairly soon. Reading keeps me from thinking. Thinking gets me too concerned about myself and how miserable I can be sometimes. For instance, Sunday I slept most of the day. I'd get up every couple hours and eat a little, then go back to bed. That went on until 4:30 in the afternoon, when I made myself get up and stay up. I thought about starting a new book, but by that point I was too far down to concentrate. So I watched movies on the Hallmark channel until it was time for bed.

Another thing I've found that helps keep my mind off myself and out of depression is thinking about others. Actually, not just thinking about them, but doing things for them. My friend, Michelle, has been sick and I had planned to take her out for breakfast. But she had a rough night and wasn't feeling up to it. I should have called someone else right then, but I didn't and not having someone to take care of left me feeling empty.

Also, probably the most obvious, is writing. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't get the crazy stuff out of my head. Someone told me recently they liked my writing because it's honest. I'm not sure what that means exactly. I mean, can someone write dishonestly? I just write down what's in my head. I write the way I talk. It's kind of like talking to someone who isn't there. (That's not at all crazy, huh?) I want to tell them my story, or whatever, and I'm not going to lie. It has everything to do with my need to be understood. I figure if I can explain myself people won't think I'm so crazy. And that makes me happy and keeps me out of bed.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

through the seasons

Snow flakes fall, fluttering down like a million butterflies, landing soft as kisses on my eyes, my cheek, my lips.

Gentle breezes wrap around me as warm loving arms to quiet my fears.

Bright sunlight shines down on me as glowing hot embers igniting my soul.

Autumn leaves of orange, yellow, and red fall and collect at my feet in a colorful mound of beautiful memories.

pr: 2010

Monday, March 22, 2010


What was the purpose of the Tree of The Knowledge of Good and Evil? Why did God place it in the Garden of Eden if He didn't want Adam and Eve to eat the fruit?