What does it take to keep Enjoying The Ride that is life, when things are uncertain. When things are scary? When things are out of your control?
oh man, what kinda ride did heidi esther go on? read on, brave soul!Tag: resilience
Never Grateful
Does the prospect of practicing gratitude annoy you? Gratitude used to bother the crap outta me, to be honest. A voice in my head was like “so what? it’s not like gratitude puts the food on the table, drives the kids around, or helps me deal with my ex.” Right?
ahhhhh, therein lies the secret sauce of gratitude.
ahhh! read on for the sauce!The 5 Keys of Self-Leadership
What is Self-Leadership? Why it is critically important, and how you can curate more of it and save your day, every day?
read on, brave human.5 To Thrive
Jump to the 5 to Thrive Quiz!
A story… Recently, I woke up and I felt off. About 20 minutes into reorganizing my bathroom closet, I realized that I was in hard-core avoidance mode. As I weeded out the slimified old lotion bottles, I knew it was time.
I sat down and cried. I didn’t judge or question myself. I journaled. THEN, that afternoon, I connected with two friends to process the meltdown.
crying is so hard. that’s why god invented brownies.A conversation for Love, Light and Life, laughing required :D
Ha ha ha! Ho ho ho!
DND your phone, grab the last cookie, and get ready to open the door to a lighter you. Warning: Laughing Required.
Click here to watch oR Listen the interview!Naptime with the Sweetness
A story about napping sounds lovely. What could possibly go wrong?
The Starting Block
I wipe the corners of my mouth. My half cup of minestrone soup and a half slice of whole wheat bread are but a delicious memory now. Thank you, the fifth decade of my life, for letting me know that portion-control is a thing.
I have come to that soft, quiet, pause after lunch. The kids are still doing homework. Stacey is reading with her “Come any closer and I’ll punch” Hulk sign up. The sun warms even the floorboards. No thoughts of chugging Diet Cokes or “what should I be doing now?” invade my brain. No, there are more important games afoot…
Sitting at the kitchen table, I can feel it coming. I let it completely envelop me. My body relaxes, agrees. Yes, it’s
ohhh, this sounds nice! can’t you envision some massage music in the background? Read on!Damned, I mean, Thank You + Free Gift!
A gratitude story-poem. PLUS! A resilience-building gift for YOU. For all seasons!
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! Are you there, dear son? It’s me, mommy.
Should I just give up?
I knew I already lost the battle.Â
Jonathan (apathetically, on the phone): I know, Mom.
Really? Does he know that his “streak” of 11, 13, and 14-hour days of screen time is making him dumber? And the other days at his Dad’s were equally impressive or horrifying (depending on how you look at it): 8, 9, and 12 hours.
Seriously, what does he do all that time online? and how can his mom even compete? Read ON!How I got to Thriving…
How did I get to a life where I’m THRIVING?
(SKIP TO THE PART where YOU can learn how to THRIVE!)
Well, there are treks through Swamps of Sadness, rides on uni-llama-corns, brave journeys into dark thorny brambles of the soul, and unexpected blessings of drunken poetry. There is no Prince Charming. There are ugly bathroom-stall cries, and times “I cried so hard, tears ran down my leg.” There are shame, isolation, migraines, hundreds of chocolate chip cookies, friends, angels, demons, bad haircuts, the miracle of life, and the miracle of a soul, finally, heard.
33 Years. That’s how long it took before I woke up. At that point, I had an oversized suburban house and a toddler for each leg. I had it all, and, yet, every day I woke up and felt old and crumpled, like at least 50. (which seemed old at the time, but, really, 50 is the new 40…)
what does this have to do with you? read on!
