Yes, yes, I can see you rolling your eyes. You think I'm being persnickety. Or, for those who abhor long words, picky. I'm being a picky old lady who refuses to acknowledge her shortcomings. But let me tell you, you young whippersnapper, when I was your age...
I fear we are losing magic bit by little bit, day by cloudy day, moment by noisy moment, because we no longer care about it, we no longer recognize it, we no longer believe in it.
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So many women I meet tell me they want to write a book. They have a big idea, or they have several, but they're afraid to start.
I was an okay Mom. Not great. I saw other mothers, in our coffee klatches, who were better mothers than I. I saw that they were not torn between motherhood and…something else. I sometimes spoke of other 'urges', a desire to be something more. I was met with frowns and shakes of pretty heads. Sometimes with laughter.
In memory, these days, I see that child and watch her move cautiously in her world, all the while basking in the summer sun, with groups of friends who had nothing more on their minds than whatever mischief they could cause that day. It was all about the freedom.
I wish more kids loved the library the way I love the library. I learned so much by taking books out of the library every week, as a pre-teen. I read at least four or five books a week. I gave a book report on every one. I won an award for it. How great is that? It wasn't an award that the school issued every year. It was made up just for me. Because I was such a prolific reader.
Today's blog post is from guest blogger, Natasha Nikolova from Slumber Secrets. This content spoke to me as I am a big nap taker. I value my sleep and my children will tell you - do not wake me if I am napping! Unless there is blood involved! The question...
Each of us blooms in a garden of life created by our environment, but nurtured by ourselves and those around us.
My entrance into the world of the gig economy, where I started back in 2002, didn't focus on women. My focus was on earning that almighty dollar, in order to pay bills. Do you relate? When you are dependent upon clients, customers, people who are willing to buy what you're selling, you always seems to have your eye on the bottom line. How much did I make today? This week? This month?