This year, and I've said this before, I'm taking NO Ls. I am reclaiming my my peace and my power.
I became quiet, waiting for a word. I waited, far longer than I believed I’d need to, and then it came. Self-care was a commitment I tried making to myself.
I love to cook. I love being able to create what I desire. More than satisfaction, making homemade requires presence. I cannot be distracted. I have to be in the kitchen, paying attention.
Whenever I am forced to slow down, I collapse. I remain vigilant, though. Let's be clear....yes, I saw that, and no, I won't forget it.
I Almost Forgot it was Thursday 1. Hooray for me. I did 31 Days. It wasn't the grind it was last time because Discipline. 2. I gave myself a week off. Now it's book proposal writing time. 3. I'm in a transitional season, and no, this isn't my idea of fun. However… 4. Imposter Syndrome …
I jumped, praying that the ground would rise beneath me, or at least that mmt winds would erupt. Either way, I did not fall.
Your inner child, the God in you, has always been right, and right there, waiting for you to say, "Yes."
I write. I don't always write well, but I write daily. It is exercise. It is worship. It helps encourage the practice of discipline in my writing.
You Were Not Meant to be Pretty... My Kind of Beautiful — Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me, A Guide to Living with Impeccable Grace and Style The words of Suzanne Rivard. Fortunately, my mother made it abundantly clear that "pretty" was genetics and luck, but smart, aggressive, determined women were always beautiful. …