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Are you ready to make your life work for you? Are you ready for more joy and more of what you want? Dig into tiny steps to create BIG change with a relatable and proven guide, Heidi Esther, Joy and Life Coach.
I can’t go anywhere without my pillow, which, to be honest, can be replaced by one towel.
I sat there, in a looks-like-Voldemort’s-Ministry-of-Magic-Boardroom. The third story of a law office in our midwestern downtown. My cold, clammy hands clutched a legal agreement. I looked up from the papers to the outside.
but what does the paper say??? read on, valiant soul!Jason and his wife came over for football. New friends, who live next door, love wine, AND can talk football with my wife? A PANDEMIC MIRACLE. So, we went all out….
(Covid Series 1 of 2. Second Story is HERE)
I cozied into my found-on-the-curb-and-it’s-perfectly-fine-with-two-pillows-see? desk chair. ⅓ caff coffee on the candle warmer. Fairy lights twinkling in my Apple Knockers cider jug. My favorite daytime sweatpants, warm out of the dryer. It’s gonna be a great day.
that sounds lovely! I wonder what happens next? Read on!Placing her hand on my heart.
Stacey: And you need time to see how amazing you are and love yourself, too.
God, thank you for putting Stacey in my life.
Sitting at my dining room table, staring at my quiet phone.
The floor and trim, ebony. Walls, an impersonal white. One side, an equally ebony oversized Goodwill china cabinet, filled with my everyday dishes, glasses. My small kitchen sucks. The other wall, covered in preschool artwork. The table itself, awash with crayons, paper, glue. They went to Dad’s house in the middle of craft time. I’ll pick that up later, I said two days ago. An ass-cold day, throwing sleet on the window. The useless overhead light casting a smoke-stained glow.
Nobody likes you.
Say it ain’t so! How could that be? what’s going on with her?Yes, I’m not going to pay $25 for two Panera Salads for lunch for someone I don’t like!
She slammed a door in my face!
Mary, my best friend.
I just couldn’t believe it – I froze. I don’t know if the source of our toddlers’ fight was my son or her daughter. Whatever. That was bullshit.
For the record, no friend has ever slammed a door in my face.
seriously, i made 3 new year’s resolutions to be a better friend. see what – or who – knocks on heidi’s door next!Are we raising children who are too lazy to virtually work for virtual money? I don’t like my survivability prospects.
Gaming Series 1/2: What happened when I tried playing Roblox, Gaming Series 2/2: What is the internet teaching my daughter?
In sweet memory of childhood Christmas breaks filled with my brothers and I playing video games.
Me: Okay, Barbara, I’m ready if you are.
Barbara in her thermals, and I in my fleece nightgown settled down for a long winter’s nap fun winter’s break.
We are, though we may not always show it, grateful for all you give us. For all you bless us to live with and love. For all you give us to eat that nourishes our souls, today and forward. Thank you.
I woke, laden and remorseful. For the immense suffering that it took to make my plate possible:
how long is this grace? about 4 min 🙂 read on, woken soul!I woke up,
mornings.
My sky,
blinding aura.
My head as
icepicks hammering.
Sweat,
frozen feet
as a limp doll
on the bathroom floor,
penance for
obeying the
God of
Endless
Doing.
Insides,
blindly following.
What have I done?
I've given myself
a chance
at perfect.
For that
painful respite,
I am grateful.
Is this like when people make lemonade from lemons? Yes, and lemonade from sugar, too. BOOM! Read on! Honestly, I just thought play meant sanitizing and rotating the kids’ toys. And you don’t care that I shave my toe knuckles or …
Engagement Series 1/3: How Can I Love You? Engagement Series 2/3: The Return of the Ring Engagement Series 3/3: Sponge Bathing, with love
Me: I’m sorry. You know I love you, right?
Stacey (wiping tears): It doesn’t feel like it.
Allllright, what did Heidi do now? And what does that have to do with sponge baths? read on!What does a dog know about codependence? Apparently, a whole lot.
Elvis Series 1/3: 10 Things I hate about her dog , Elvis Series 2/3: The Fire Swamps, Elvis Series 3/3: The end of the Dog-inning
I was witnessing a miracle! Every step was a God-send.
Here’s how it went down:
Walking a bag of dirt is what it’s like walking elvis. Normally. Behold the miracle & read on!Elvis Series 1/3: 10 Things I hate about her dog , Elvis Series 2/3: The Fire Swamps, Elvis Series 3/3: The end of the Dog-inning
I paced in my bedroom. No other people were home. Just Elvis.
What should I do about him? What can I do? What am I going to do? It’s getting louder. I can’t handle it.
The pacing. The whining. The vomiting. The pooping outside his appointed area.
It’s been 5 days since his dog mom (my fiancee) – left. Elvis, her Italian Greyhound, is miserable. Therefore, I am miserable.
Yes, This could be the end for Heidi and elvis. but wait…
