We waited until they were old enough then took our two boys to check them out. As the other dogs ran and played with each other, this pup came and sat on my husband’s foot. We encouraged the kids to play with all the puppies to see how they interacted. When they came near us, our girl was very happy to play with them. When the boys ran off again, she stayed by or on my husband’s foot.
As the afternoon went on we figured our fates were sealed. She had chosen us. The fact that she got car sick down my husband’s back on the way home should have been a clue as to what the future held.
Because she is a hybrid, I felt compelled to research wolf pack behavior to see how different it would be from having a regular dog. Not that it did any good.
She is 13.5 years old now and since she hit about 6 months, it has been like constantly having a three year old around that never grew up. She loves to play in the snow, lets us know when she’s pissed usually by burying her food dish in our bed, and picks on the other dog for fun. (He struggles with the hardwood floors, so she likes to bump into him and knock him over.)
She hates to lie on the couch without rearranging the pillows, has a sensitive stomach, and will bypass steak to get her paws on pizza. She will go to great lengths to steal pizza, then spend the night throwing up because, like I said, she has a sensitive stomach.
When we camp, if she gets dirt on her belly and we don’t wash it off, she breaks out in a rash. But it’s not usually a problem, because she doesn’t like to lie on the ground. She prefers a camping chair, and will steal the chair of whoever happens to stand up. There are 4 of us and we bring 5 chairs, then explain to people why it’s not a spare while she stares at them and waits for them to move.
So glad I did all the research into what having a wolf in the family would entail, none of which seems to apply to her. The running joke in our house is that if she’d been born in the wild, the princess would not have made it. However, that research did come in handy when I wrote my first shifter novella, Changes In Autumn.
Does she help with my writing? Well, she likes to lie on the couch next to me with her head on my thigh while I weave my tales. When she is done waiting her turn for my attention, she puts her paw in the middle of my keyboard, so if you call that helping… By the way any typos you see here are her doing not mine.
I would love to hear what your animals do that makes them seem more human than pet. Leave it in the comments below, and pictures are welcome!
Not only is cutting yourself some slack allowed, but absolutely necessary! First off I'd like to say this blog post was inspired by a reader's comment. I had been kicking it around for few days and it was one of those topics that tug at your sleeve, but you dismiss as not share worthy. After reading her comment, I knew it needed to be said.
Cut yourself some slack!
I totally understand that feeling of wavering faith in your talent and/or lack of inspiration. I am digging my way out of a two year dry spell myself. The last three years have been ....trying. Does that word even begin to cover it? NO... not really. I've been dealing with the same things many of you do, family health and relationship issues. I am blessed to have made it out the other side, a bit worse for the wear, but marriage intact. And although we often survive these life altering events, our creative juices dry up simply because the emotional juices take up all the space in your life. And... that's okay. It is what you need at the time, and although it may stall you and whatever your passion is for a short time (or long time), your calling will be there when you are ready to pick it back up. That's the beauty of a calling. It isn’t going anywhere because it is part of who you are. It may emerge on the other side of the path you're walking a changed thing, that's because you have changed. But it will still be there waiting for you.
So as I sit here keyboard in hand, facing the annual writer's event NANOWRIMO, an intimidating tradition even among the most seasoned writers, I began to listen to the voices in my head that were telling me.... yes of course I have voices in my head, I'm a writer, there are voices, arguments, pasionate kisses and murderous intentions all rolling around together in there, all hours of the day, but I digress.... the voices were particularly harsh telling me there was no way I was ready to complete a novel in a month. And I began to listen. And then I began to worry they were right. Until I realized, all I had to do was cut myself some slack. My creative juices are just starting to move again. No need to let this goal wring me dry again.
I decided to jump in and see what happened. Many writers don't finish NANOWRIMO. It's a tall order. Much like a Marathon, the goal is not to win necessarily, although that would be fantastic, but to make it to the finish line. The point of participating is to focus and do as much as you can in an allotted time. I can do it, and enjoy it, and be satisfied with my outcome, whatever that is, because I am cutting myself some slack. That doesn’t mean I am giving up before I start. It just means that I will do what I can. (Insert goal setting pep talk of your choice here. As important as goals are, that’s not what this post is about today)
I recently saw professional blogger/ social media maven/ productivity guru Alexis aka MissTrenchcoat talk about taking a break this past summer while she moved. She had a very similar view and cemented my beliefs. Her point was that sometimes you have to take a step back to make room for growth. Brilliant analogy.
But I will take it one step further. Sometimes you need to brave the storm and not worry about the rebuild until the wind stops blowing. Sometimes, my dear readers, the fact that you are even willing to get up and try again after all is said and done, IS the actual victory. In the meantime cut yourself some slack.
I had the opportunity to interview an amazing lady who's message is encouraging women everywhere, founder and owner of Planner Perfect and the Facebook group Project Me, Jenny Penton.
Let me start by saying I stumbled across Jenny a few months ago on YouTube, and found her videos there empowering. I recognized down in my gut/soul the truth in her message and wanted to shout from the rooftops so other women could hear it as well. Jenny spoke to the very thing I have been working to overcome the past two years, the surrender of my own identity in exchange for the roles I played as Mother and Wife for 20 years. The struggle back from that was a lonely road, one I thought was unique to me, until I began blogging about it in posts such as this: The One Question No Woman/Wife/Mother Likes to Answer. Turns out, this is a struggle for many women. Once I found Jenny, I knew I wanted to share her story here on my blog, to share her wisdom with you all. Not only are we in control of redefining ourselves, but we are not alone in this journey.
So let's do this! Jenny, I love your uplifting message to women and the story about your mother teaching you this planning method, can you tell us a little about the catalyst that made you realize you needed to share this with others? When did you realize this was more than just a way of life for you, but something you needed to share with others?
I the catalyst for me came from women just asking how I seemed to do everything and do it well. They were always shocked that I seemed to always be put together, showered with make-up on. So, I started a blog and have been helping women live better lives ever since. It's been fun to look back and see how Planner Perfect has evolved.
How did your hubby and kids respond to that idea when you told them? How do they support you in this new role? Or do they just leave you to it?
My kids, being home schooled, have always been fully aware of my passion. I'd have to run errands and package my planners; they would tag-along and such. My husband got involved with my business when we opened in June of this year. He has been the backbone of Designs by Planner Perfect and my biggest support.
If a woman were new to Project Me and found the process overwhelming as a whole, what is the first step you recommend to get her on the path to self-discovery?
To just begin to script out her life as it is now and then begin to script out all she'd want to change. Digging deep, rewriting her hurts and look and see what's holding her back. This process takes a little time but is vital for growth. She should then begin to slowly write a better story; a story she wants to live, one that includes her; her dreams and her goals.
What are your top 5 self-care daily (or weekly) to do's that YOU can't do without?
Rising early to take care of my mental health is huge for me. Being a mom mandates an early rise. Getting ready for the day, every day. I take the time every day, usually before kids rise out of bed, and take my shower, put make-up on and get dressed for the day. I also take time to read or listen to my audible of my favorite inspiring mentors of mine. I also always take time to use my gifts and talent. I'll paint, do videos or whip up a huge dinner and invite friends over.
Is there anything you'd like to share about your journey that is not well known? Any personal struggles that you had to overcome to get to this healthier place of self-love and worthiness?
I had lots of hurdles to overcome. In my 20's and early 30's I didn't know who I was, what I stood for, nor what i believed. I was insecure and fearful and only knew the role I played to be my identity, that being a mom of a lot of home-schooled children. I now know that all my problems and insecurities came from a place of fear. God kept tapping on my shoulder, nudging me to find me again; to know who I was as a woman, to heal from past hurts and to follow my heart and my dreams! The journey has been remarkable in that once I invested in myself, began to love myself, and grow and learn all I needed to develop my talents and gifts, I began to see doors open and my life was and still is full of joy!
What is next for you and Planner Perfect?
What's next for me? I have huge plans. I have an e-course coming January 1 2017, and books I want to write. Books to inspire women to be all they were created to be.
Thank you, Jenny, for taking the time to chat with me and share your encouragement with my readers.
Thank you for the thought provoking questions, hope this helps other women to work on themselves and to be all they were created to be!
If you would like to find Jenny on line, I have provided a few of her links. This is journey worth taking ladies, you will emerge on the otherside a changed woman. Blessings!
My journey to getting healthy again.
I recently shared a post in a group on Facebook (Project me) about my personal struggle to get healthy. It received a huge response, which was so unexpected and led me to believe I am not alone in this struggle. The comments were not just supportive. They were heartfelt and so touching (some nearly brought me to tears) that I agreed to share more of my journey. Fair warning, this post is not about romance novels, however it is about loving yourself.
SO as promised .... Here is the beginging,,,
Original Post in Project Me:
I want to share something I've been working on and had a couple weeks of success. Maybe it will help some of you who struggle with the same thing. Maybe I just want accountability. But here goes, I have gained and lost the same 50 lbs. probably 5 times in the past 10 years. This time has been the roughest because I am 46 and with the weight gain has come pain and stiffness, making it hard to get active. I was back up to XXX. Lord knows I hate to say it out loud, but I have come to think of this group as a safe place. The overall feeling of being 2 pounds away from my heaviest at any point in my life including pregnancy, coupled with the empty nest syndrome, and marital issues my hubby and I have struggled through over the past couple years has left my overall self-esteem and womanliness in the pits. This last year I have been climbing out of that pit, looking for new ways to honor myself as a woman, wife and mother. Finding Project me and learning to journal has been a tremendous tool.
One of the struggles I have is sleep. I often just don't sleep. My mind zooms and I lay awake for hours, or get up and wander the house at 3am, dreading the alarm clock saying its time to get ready for work. Well, I made some changes and am happy to report I have slept really good for two weeks, and have lost 4 lbs. this month. That is what prompted me to share what happened.
I have always wanted to try Zumba, but not been able to afford it, or whatever else excuse I could make. Mostly I didn’t want to look foolish because I can’t move like they do in the videos. Well, I decided to goggle a local class. I found one around the corner from my house really really cheap. I have been going for three weeks now, 2 nights a week. No excuses. Then I found a self-care list for September, one of those was doing a guided meditation. When I looked for one of those on Youtube, I discovered multiple ones for sleeping and weight loss. I have been listening at night as part of my bed time routine. I started writing down everything I eat and counting the calories on the website Calorie King, everything, even the creamer in my coffee. I don’t have a calorie goal, it’s just about being aware then making better choices. There is absolutely no way I can be successful long term on a 1200 calorie diet, I know, I've tried over and over. But making better choices, "listening to my body" as Jenny (Penton) says and making myself important enough to find a way to do Zumba and the meditations, I feel so blessed.
I've lost Four pounds in three weeks, and not using some crazy restrictive diet, but just by loving myself enough to do what my body needs and craves. Sleeping, moving, and being aware of what I put in my mouth. Is it really that simple? I just wanted to share. Thank you if you are still reading this long winded post.
So there you have it, the truth about my journey. Come to find out, there are many of us on this path, and here I thought I had it all to myself. :) Just to clarify, I am NOT changing my stance on loving who you are RIGHT now as you stand. That is first and foremost, still my belief. I love my curves, and this amazing body that has given birth, been large, been small, and all sizes in between, taken me on adventure after adventure. I love myself enough to recognize I am loosing the abitlity to move, ever so slightly an inch at a time. And I REFUSE to loose any more. So this is my journey, not to get skinny because I don't care what size I am, I have been small and large and the truth is I was happiest and felt my best somewhere in between. My path leads to a happy me full of movement and energy.
If you are interested in following this process, I will be blogging about it as I go. If you are interested in any of the tools I am using, I will list them below.
If you want to join the Zumba class I found with an amazing instructor, here is her link:
Zumba With Queena
If you need to find a class somewhere else, this is how I found mine:
Find A Local Zumba Class
Meditations I am using (but there are lots to choose from out there):
Tracking my food, exercise and sleep habits on an insert to my day runner. I use the Happy Planner by MAMBI and they make a four month fitness insert, so I don't even have to carry a second notebook to track my calories.
Here is a link to a video on how I am using it, if you want to check it out. You can pick one up at Hobby Lobby, Michaels or even MAMBI's website.
Happy Planner Fitness Insert Setup
What's the one question no Woman/Wife/Mother can bear to answer?
You run around all day, gettin’-r-done, taking care of the people in your life that rely on you for everything from clean socks to date-night. Witnesses hail you as Wonder Woman in the wake of your accomplishments. So I ask the taboo question, when was the last time you did something that was all you. Not squirt, not the hubby, not the bake sale, not the sixth committee you signed up to be second chair on and the first chair lady bailed so now….. (you know how that story ends). Just YOOOOOOU.
Neglecting your own needs, dreams and desires is a dangerously bad habit to get into. I am not saying put yourself in the front of the line. Come on now, I’ve been on that crazy train called first day of school, and being first in line just isn’t happening for the CEO of a family. Experts say a happy mom is a happy family, but I submit those experts have never had to wrangle four kids at 6:30 AM and still get their own teeth brushed. I know the truth.
I know that if you put yourself first, the rest of the world will spin out of control off into the vast universe, and you will be the one who has to go chase it down and rope it back in. BUT, I am telling you now, years of pretending that's okay, or that your needs don’t matter will take their toll. Eventually you lose track of who you are without the appendages of children and hubby.
Don't panic, I am not saying you need to come first, to maintain an identity, but you have to at least be on the ‘top ten’ of your own to do list. It’s about balance. You can take care of everything and take care of yourself a little too. I swear.
Think about it a minute. We plan our kiddos parties, we plan date night, we plan dinner, heck…some of us even ‘plan’ to clean house (not me, but some of us). Perhaps, in order to find time for yourself you need to actually put ‘you’ on the calendar, and keep that appointment with yourself. That way, you know when it's coming, which gives you time to prep for it and make it happen. NO excuses.
I’m not going to lie, I am as guilty as the next momma. I also struggle with making myself a priority, so I had to do some research to figure out what 'doing for me' even looked like. I read a book The Art of Extreme Self Care by Cheryl Richardson. I did enjoy the book, although I think her budget is very different than mine, but the basic concepts got me thinking, what did I do in my life that was all about me? The answer was a big, fat negatory, nada, zilch. This is what happens when you neglect yourself for many, many years. So, at the ripe old age of 46, I embarked on a journey to find myself, which I will share in future blog posts for anyone else who finds themselves on this path.
If you’re like I was, and have no idea where to begin, another good place to start is Jenny Penton’s Vlog, Project Me). I stumbled across her YouTube channel this summer and watched this post where she reinforced everything I was feeling and thinking. Only, she goes about it in a more organized way than I did. She plans for herself and makes it happen, which I love.
If you just want to start small and need some ideas, read my blog post 5 Ways to Pamper Yourself When You Are The Cheapest Woman On The Planet.
So my question stands, what have you done to take care of you? Or… what will you do?
I would love to hear your ideas and plans in the comments below.
Finding your tribe will bring joy to your life, but who are they & how do I find them?
Do I even have a tribe? One of the things I have been working on this year in my path to finding a new and improved healthier happier self, is finding my tribe. A process that should be fairly easy, but has somehow eluded me. Making friends is a basic skill we learn in kindergarten, right? "What's in your lunch sack? I'll trade you my healthy lunch my mom took much care in packing. She thinks I love apples, but I'll swap you for your Cheetos?" Friends for life, or at least until first grade. Simple. Direct. Honest.
Somehow, over the years that skill faded into befriending the moms of the kids my kids hung out with, wives from clubs my husband joined, and work pals. As much as I cherish each lasting friendship I have cultivated through those sources, looking back I had to wonder, when was the last time I actually made a friend all on my own? The hard truth, I had not in a long, long time.
As part of my adventure to reclaim my sense of self and sanity, I have set some goals, and one of those goals is making my own friends. As me, not an extension of my kids or husband, just me. But how exactly does one do that? (I have images of Sheldon reading Stu The Cockatoo Is New At The Zoo in my head.)
One thing I did was sit down and really look to pursuing interests all my own. I am a writer and have made many connections in that world, all of whom I value. But, although they are an amazing support system, they are still technically 'work buddies'. I had to sit down with myself and ask the question, "What do I enjoy doing that is not all about books, my husband, or my kids?"
That took some thinking. It is not always as obvious as one might expect. I love my pets, but was I interested in the dog show or rescue world? Not at all. I have enough critters at home, and if I brought home another, I might end up exiled to the hen house with them all. I love cleaning out closets and re-organizing, but really that's just an extension of my need to provide a somewhat orderly home for my family. What do I love that is not about anyone but me? When you ignore yourself for years, that question becomes harder to answer.
I looked at my neglected little corner of the hobby room as well as the groups I followed on Facebook and such to find common threads. I had my answer. Paper crafting. More specifically, planner crafting. Now I realize this may not be your thing, but stick with me here. This is about the process of finding your tribe, not about the tribe I found.
I looked at my Facebook groups again. I really had already built an online tribe within all my interests. If you think about it, regardless of your interest or hobby, they are already out there waiting to like and comment on your posts, yes?
Then it hit me, I looked for a local meetup to attend. There were some in Seattle and some in Portland. Of course I am right in the middle, and not willing to travel 2 hours for a coffee date. I knew this would not work, I have a life that requires my presence, much the same as you I suspect.
So I started my own Facebook group. (Learn how here.) You only need to invite one other person to start your own group, so I posted in some of the groups too far away and asked if there was anyone close to me. I pm’d one lady and she agreed to open the Tacoma Planner Peeps with me. I then posted in all related groups about our local meetup (with admin permission of course) and we grew.
We have one monthly meeting...easy...do-able. But I have had coffee and lunch with some of the ladies besides that. New friends who share my passion. It is amazing to have conversations with ladies who say things like, “You played library instead of dolls too!?! I thought I was the only one, I am so glad I met you!” Acceptance of who you really are, besides the roles of Wife and Mom. That is the joy of finding your tribe.
I am loving my new friends, as well as finding time for myself to be just ‘ME’ away from my family. Trust me, they are alive when I get home, and no worse for the wear. Chances are your tribe is waiting out there for you, you just don’t know them yet. Take a risk and find them, it will bring a new level of joy to your life that you've been missing for a long time.
What does that mean exactly? Are you ready for a change?
It’s easy to say "I want to make a change in my life", but then the “when", "how", and "what does that look like” make the choices seem overwhelming. We tend to get stuck in looking at all our imperfections, wanting to fix everything we perceive wrong with ourselves in one magic moment, basically becoming an entirely new entity. Then the task seems momentous and we shrug and say "oh well, it was a good thought. But who am I kidding. This is who I am going to be forever."
Riddle me this Batgirl, what makes change possible? Is it being a super hero and leaping tall piles of what we hate in ourselves in a single bound? Orrrr…. Is it taking one courageous step in ANY direction, different from the place where we have been standing still far too long?
One step, that all it takes to change EVERYTHING. One small step. Because by definition, even one small step away from habits and/or routine, one small step from who we were yesterday makes us a new creation today. The thing that trips us up is being afraid of where to step next. I propose that it’s not about the destination or goal. It IS about not doing the same thing you did yesterday. That is a win! Imagine looking down at your feet and seeing an empty footstep where you used to be. Don’t worry about looking up at the goal and seeing how far away it is. Just keep moving.
That’s all well and good you might say, but where do I start?
A good way to begin is by doing a simple 30 day challenge.Soooo many types of 30 day challenges! (I have a board on Pinterest dedicated to them. Steal one if you like.) Some focus on exercise and eating right, drinking water and healthy habits. Some contain the key to decluttering, being a better Mother or wife. Being a happier YOU. Learning to meditate, learning to run when all you’ve ever done is walk. So many choices!
I began collecting these challenges because my personal goal this year is to pick one each month and do my BEST at it. If I miss a day, I pick an easier day and do two tasks, or I skip it all together and move on. The key is to keep moving, keep trying keep looking at those empty footsteps behind you and smile in the knowledge you are growing. If you don’t see any you like, make up your own. Maybe you wish you looked more put together even though you are a housewife and feel like there is no place to go. SO maybe your challenge is not to wear a pony tail or sweat pants for a month. Maybe ad some lip gloss on a day the no pony tail thing was particularly easy. It doesn’t matter what you do, just do something that embraces the spirit of your goal. Not everything, and not all at once. And if you happen to wear a ponytail one day, then you try again the next day, because it makes you feel good to do it.
First off, I'd like to start by saying I love "trick shots" as much as the next gal. But when did sex become all about staging the scene? Yes, kink absolutely has its orgasmic place. But can one survive on a diet of only exotic, rich desserts? No, at least probably not without some gastronomic distress. It doesn't nourish your body. Just as kink is no substitute for that deep, real connection in your love making, which nourishs your relationship.
I am here today to point out that when the focus of sex becomes all about being HOT, there can be a danger that it also becomes less about the connection between the two of you. Corny I know, but the best sex I've ever had with my husband has been in the heat of the moment. No planning. No worrying about the right lingerie. No thoughts about what position to transition to for the best penetration and stimulation of the g-spot.
The physical act of sex has become so focused on erotic experience, I can't help but wonder if all of us everyday people (I hope it's not just me) have begun to feel that in order to have a satisfying sex life, we have to constantly up the anti. Finding that next level of kink to push past the doldrums. But in that process, we can lose the sensation of the world falling away as we stare into each other’s eyes and connect emotionally.
Remember that feeling the first time he touched you? Were you worried about getting in the right position? I dare say no. You were focused on the texture of his skin against yours and the way he smelt while he breathed on your neck. Your leg found its way to wear it needed to be without direction from you. I guarantee it.
I propose a smarter way to better sex. A level of intimacy that can only be achieved when we let go of the physical aspects around us. Don’t get me wrong, spanking, squirting, and handcuffs all have their place, but is it possible to loose the emotion behind sex when worrying about how to get and stay in the twister inspired position? Where is my leg? Is my ass jiggling? Please don’t touch that fat roll! Any of these thoughts sound familiar?
But how do you take sex to the next level without adding porn style kink at every turn? Make damn sure, whatever flavor sex you’re having, the focus is all about the connection. If you can’t remember how to get back to that connection, there is an entire practice based on doing just that called tantric sex. You can follow this link to find out the basics from the pros. If that seems a little intimidating, here is a simpler break down on reconnecting with your partner from the Huffington post.
I am not saying experimentation and setting the mood is a waste of time. Not at all! Planning a sexy night experimenting with pleather body suits and candle wax can certainly get things going. If that is your new adventure, go for it! Just don’t rely on it. Kink doesn’t fill your heart. I think you would do better to enrich your sex life by focusing on your senses. That moment when he reaches out to touch you, let everything else go. Be in that moment, nowhere else. Let the world fall away. Touching, feeling, tasting and smelling your partner is more important than the rubber suit riding up your ass.
Just my two cents.
Anyone out there brave enough to share what they do to reconnect with their partner?
How Old Is too Old for Pigtails? No, I will not go gentle into the night, Rage, rage aginst the dying of the Light.
It's casual Sat at the office. No clients. No business associates, other than the norm office crew. Everyone dressed down with their sleeves rolled up to dig in and get some work done. Me? I walk in sporting my pigtails, ready to get busy. Co-worker next to me comments that no one over ten should be caught dead wearing pigtails. Pppffffssstttt. That's the sound of the air being sucked outta my joy balloon.
So I lifted my chin and refrained from smarting back, because that dear friends, is how I roll...most of the time. It got me to wondering, is my ripe old age of 45 too old for pigtails? Joy? Playfulness? At what age am I supposed to chop off all my locks and get a tight, short Grandma perm and start bitching about young people these days? Dear Lord, just shoot me...seriously, please...I'm begging you.
A little history here might be helpful. At about 35, my kids had gotten older and needed me less, I suffered a loss of identity and started to give into the pull, dressing the way I thought was appropriate for my new stage in life. The way my older peers said I should. And little by little I forgot who I was. Hell, I even went so far as to start wearing hand me downs from my MIL. Don't laugh. It happened. Why? Because I was giving in. Insecurities crept into my soul and Boom! I lost the sparkle in my eye. People noticed. My husband and kids noticed. I noticed. Then the worst possible thing happened. At about the age 40, I began to hate myself.
I had to do something drastic! Something absurd, something for just me. I bought a hair flower. Simple, small, beautiful. I bought it because I wanted it. I bought it because I shouldn't. I bought it because it spoke to me. It said 'I am who you used to be'. And I wore it. It didn't match. It didn't have to. It was a new beginning. The road back to loving myself as I did back when I was vivacious and 'young'.
So back to my pigtails. I rocked them with my chin in the air and a smile on my face, knowing that I had something that co-worker didn't understand. She didn't have to. That's kinda the point. Doing what brings you joy is the only way to live your life. You will never be deserving enough, or as young as you once were, or whatever it is that runs through your head when you tell yourself no. That's why you have to love yourself enough to say yes anyhow. That right there, my friends, is the fountain of youth.
I quoted Dylan Thomas's poem because truer words were never spoken on the topic of not so much aging, but of the loss of passion in your life. Many people think Dylan Thomas was writing about his father dying, but scholars say he was actually speaking about his father's impending blindness as wordsmith, Mira Zaslove explains...
"Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night is, therefore not just about fighting against the blindness of the old man or Thomas's own battles, but about all of us raging against our weaknesses, and the gradual loss of our fire, passions, and life."
An article circulated around this time last year that caused a stir, '24 Things Women Should Stop Wearing After Age 30', which I refuse to link because much like my co-worker, its only intention was to suck the joy from others without purpose or reason. (You can google it if you need to, but I wouldn't bother.) What came of it was amazing... an outcry of woman over 30 celebrating life, rather than hiding from it. My favorite response being this one from social media maven, Kristen Lamb. Behold, her Pinterest page dedicated to older women dressing and behaving badly.
So, what to take away from this blog post/rant? Celebrate your life, style and tastes. Don't hide from them because of age, weight or career path. Don't let others dictate who you should be. You are unique, and embracing that will banish the shadows from your day. Much love!