I was a painfully shy child. Mom says I hid behind her legs but I don’t remember that far back. I can see clearly in my mind being at Nicholl’s pharmacy and begging one of my sisters to buy a candy bar for me. (I may have come out of the womb afraid of my own shadow but those two ladies came out ready to roll.). I’m not sure if I was afraid of the cashier or afraid to be seen with Milky Way loot? I am blessed with another lovely memory from seventh grade when I had to share...
I went to a new-to-me workout class. It’s called Pitayo. A mix of Pilates, Tai Chi and Yoga. Apparently a local from Fredericksburg, VA developed it and it has spread internationally. One of the slogans on the website says; “Be more than a human being, be a human becoming.” (see: Pitayo) I had been telling a friend prior to the class that I have been feeling so strung out lately. I think I memed it. Something to the effect of, “I just don’t have time for the nervous breakdown I feel I truly deserve!” Meaning, I’ve been plenty busy. Checking things...
“The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.” Ralph Waldo Emerson The family made fun of me last weekend, because I am so picky. It was all in fun. We are all adults now, and I will own to it. I’m picky as hell. My actual goal in life is to do what I want, when I want and how I want. Sound self-centered? It can be, and I’ll describe how. But it can also be acceptance. Acceptance that I am inherently responsible for my life. I know of a few people who...
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