Cookie Butter for Sally

It’s tough being away from my family so much, but living in a hotel with a bunch of nurse friends is a truly educational experience. For one thing, nurses have absolutely NO SHAME. No topic is off limits, no matter how graphic, and we’ve been known to travel in jovial irreverent groups to the local pharmacy to pick up embarrassing prescriptions and creams while discussing the merits and pitfalls of female hygiene products and the possible status of each other’s liver. It’s entertaining as well as enlightening.

One of my friends introduced me to a new mini workout. It’s super short but high on giggle factor. Here’s the deal:

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Torrential Downpours and High Kicks

Before I go any further, I have to acknowledge every single one of you who reached out to me after my last post. Your responses were unbelievable! It was like a flash mob support group, and people came out of the woodwork to join in and contribute. Thank you for sharing your struggles with me and accepting my giant flaws with so much kindness. What an amazing thing to be understood, and to find out that we are not so very different even when we feel incredibly out of place. One insightful nurse friend explained her strategy like this: she works very hard at trying to love herself, because she truly loves the people around her. How beautiful is that?!  It’s the best response to the self loathing struggle I’ve ever heard, and I’ve made up my mind to follow in her wise foot steps. I plan to start by coming up with one nice thing to say about myself every single day. Today it’s the fantastic Michael Jackson elevator kick. You’ll have to stay tuned for that, my friends.

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Fire and Determination

This was not the post I intended to write, but in the end I think it’s the right one. The feels were strong the last few days, and they bashed my emotional sphincter incessantly until I thought I’d explode or die.  Let’s just say that I didn’t die.  My inner petulant two year old got her feelings hurt unintentionally, and the wound festered and spewed out all over these pages. But they sat here, full of fire and defensive verbal flinging, for days, waiting on my final verdict. In the end, I had to decide what I really wanted this web page to be, and how I wanted to represent that. After much consideration, I’ve decided to go a different way, to be, at least in this moment, the person I wish I were, and to keep my focus on the one thing in this world that I can ever really change: myself.

I don’t know if this is something unique to me, or if it’s a universal struggle, but I can FEEL what people believe about me. And the more I can feel it, the more I start to emulate the person they believe me to be.

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