There’s a giant pink elephant in the room, and no, it’s not made of marshmallow or an edible treat. It is, in fact, the giant misconception that being a singleton on Valentine’s Day is some sort of disease or agonizing challenge. It’s not that agonizing. Sure, for a while after my divorce . . .
“I looooove you. I love you? I love you.” Standing in front of the mirror repeating three simple words couldn’t have felt more awkward. Or uncomfortable. You spend most of your life waiting to say those three words to someone else, yet you forget to say them to the most important person of all — . . .
I’m on a plane with zero WiFi, no in-flight entertainment, and one book — and the flight is five hours and thirty-nine whopping minutes long. Not my ideal situation but hey, that’s travelling for you. Even though I’m fully aware there is no WiFi, I swear I picked my phone up at least six times. . . .
Years ago, like ten years ago, my morning routine looked like a marathon race. I would wake up, hit snooze, then race to get ready and out the door for work. I’d be more concerned about getting to my job early (or at least on time — hey, I’m a believer in punctuality) than taking care of my mind, . . .
Hello new year! Goodbye old negative thoughts from last year. (I know, I know, we’re already two weeks in, but it’s all still new to me.) Learning to let go of old crappy thoughts and limiting beliefs has been a lifelong process. But, I’m a change maker. I love improving. You could kinda say I’m . . .
Did you have a rough go of it last year? You’re not alone. If your 2017 was as dismal as mine, I’m sure you’re probably hellbent on making 2018 your best year ever. When I have a bad year, I make it my mission to turn things around. I can’t stand being stuck or not achieving what I set out . . .