With the exception of sports, I’m not a big tv-watcher. I like drama and comedies just fine but I can honestly take it or leave it when it comes to most of the shows on tv these days. But there is one show that I am committed to with all my heart and soul: This … More Living On Purpose: ‘The Big Three’
I have a hard time being still. I don’t have ADD or ADHD or Restless Leg Syndrome or any kind of disorder that makes me physically incapable of doing so. I just have a difficult time sitting still for extended periods of time. I’m usually the girl who still pedaling her feet a yoga instructor … More Face Your Fears: Move.
Cross country is a wonderful sport…strange, but wonderful. I’ll never forget the time a dear friend came to see me run in college and after my race she walked up and said, “Well, that was the strangest thing I’ve ever seen. The gun went off and all the runners took off running and the spectators … More Face your Fears: Plan.
My husband and I had a horrible time naming our children. I love old fashioned names like Lucy, Stella, Eleanor, Cora, Charles, and Abraham. But my wonderful husband lovingly informed me that he was not a fan of any of those names by the unmistakable gagging noises he made every time I mentioned them. Consequently, … More Face Your Fears: Name.
Spectator. According to the wrinkled-up pages of the thesaurus on my shelf, synonyms for this word are “onlooker,” “bystander,” “watcher,” and (the one that makes my stomach tighten) “nonparticipant.” This is what I’ve been in my own life for almost a year now. A spectator sitting back….looking on as my day-to-day unwraps itself slowly, like a Christmas … More The Spectator
When I started writing this post last weekend, it began with these words: “I have a million things to do today, but my heart is pounding and my fingertips will not be stilled. Thoughts…stuff…has been racing around in my head all morning.” Last Saturday morning, I was getting ready to hit my yoga mat and follow it … More Going Home Empty: What I discovered about living on the day I could have died
At the beginning of every new year I choose a focus word. Nothing fancy, special, or magical about it. Just a simple word that I can rely on throughout the year. My word helps me clarify and articulate my vision for the year. It helps me stay focused and set goals that help me accomplish … More A Dirty, Four-Letter Word.
When I was a little girl, there were only two things I wanted to be when I grew up. Sure, I went through a few phases here and there. With my long hair wound into 2 tight buns, I ran around the neighborhood as Princess Leia wielding my lightsaber and blaster {which were really just … More Call me, “Coach.”
Sometimes it sneaks up behind me; taps me on the shoulder when I least expect it. Sometimes I go toe-to-toe, stare it down, and double-dog dare it to try to take me down. Sometimes I wrestle it through the night until dawn….and walk away with a limp like Jacob’s. But all the time I know … More Facing Fear
Lately, I’ve been doing something very dangerous and up until now, it’s been my little secret. When my alarm goes off somewhere between 5-5:15am, I’ve been stumbling down the stairs and heading straight for the coffee pot. After I’ve had one sufficiently long, glorious sip I gather my Bible, journal, devotional, pens, and highlighters. Then, … More Just Change Me.
my anchored life: 