Monday evening, I opened my elderly copy of Quickbooks and began cleaning up—again. Each January, I do this. I do bookkeeping for others during the day, but working on my own books at night holds no interest for me. I’ll sit on the couch and…
So much of stamina is being able to return again and again to something. Often, we approach our work feeling a little discouraged. We think we’re invisible. We think no one cares. But what if we’re doing it just because we want to? Our creative…
Stamina, otherwise known as the ability to keep going, runs through the blood of every successful creative and business person. We build our stamina bit by bit, training ourselves to do the work to reach our goals. But why do we take the time to…
Transformation seems like magic. When we think of transformation, we think of magicians turning a beautiful lady into a pacing tiger – something amazing and fast and done with a whirl of a magic wand. We think of the butterfly the caterpillar becomes, flying loopily…
Yesterday, I took the dogs for a walk. Rain and snow had left the road covered in a treacherous mixture of wet asphalt and black ice. Areas where shadows remained the day before still retained white ice spread across the road, and snow coated the…
Should. This familiar word wraps me up in its arms and holds me close, filling me with guilt and comforting me with an apology to the world. It’s familiar in its unrelenting judgment. The addictive powers of Should pull me into their welcome grasp and…
I was walking the dogs the other day and accidentally dropped Ty’s leash. At the time, I was focusing solely on inserting our other dog’s poop pile in a plastic bag and didn’t even realize I’d lost it. Ty, our little terrier, walked and sniffed…
Or How Box Breathing Can Help You Manage Holiday Stress We knew we were in for it in 2020, what with the election heading toward us like a freight train. However, we didn’t realize the other stressors which would run through our civilization: marches for…
My knitting group met at the cutest little coffee shop. Every Saturday morning, I’d arrive at 10am. I’d grab a cup of tea and maybe even one of the delectable snick-snacks that they offered. And then, we grabbed up a table or two and would…
Music infused my family. My mother was an elementary music teacher so I always had the tools of rhythm and melody close. And I remember a piano always sitting in some room of the house. I began banging on those piano keys, and my mother…