Perfect Timing

The older I get the less I believe in coincidence.  Ideas, people, things do appear at the right time, the time when we can open our eyes and see them.

Recently, I reconnected with a friend.  She inspired me with her ideas, her passion for life, her drive to find her purpose and to develop that purpose in to a life work.  How can you not love that?  Yesterday, she referred me to a book which I immediately placed on order:  Lean-In Women, Work and the Will to Lead by Sheryl Sandberg.  Find it at Amazon here:
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Lately, I’ve been using the following phrase a little too freely:  “They are their own worst enemy.”

I was really talking to myself.  It took a slump and an illness for me to confront that and I’m still trying to sidestep the reality just a little.  Looking into a mirror and knowing that the person looking back doesn’t always act in your best interests is a little unsettling.  Okay, a lot unsettling.

For years, I have not done a good job taking care of myself.  I don’t get enough exercise.  I eat too much and often the wrong things.  This last year all this neglect has really caught up to me.  I’ve lost a lot of my spunk not to mention my groove.  It is a wake-up call, I will answer.

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A Language of Things

I had great plans for this week.  So much would be done.  New beginnings, final closings, progress, change. . . and then I got a cold.  Not an ordinary cold, but a nasty, painful, achy, dull throbbing cold.  Sitting up is a challenge.  I’ve hit the wall, a cold, icy wall.  I’m down on the ground, dazed and more than a little confused.  Part of me wants to whine, “Why me?” and “Again?”  “You’ve got to be kidding me!”  “What about all my projects and good intentions?”

Even the dazed and confused parts of me know that “what is, is.”  Some times, I really hate my inner Buddha but I’m learning you just can’t fight it.  There are lots of things I can’t fight.

Traffic, the decisions of others, the weather, time, and unexpected and unwanted illnesses, and God.

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I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.


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The Miracle Morning: The Not-So-Obvious Secret Guaranteed to Transform Your Life (Before 8AM)
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