My happiness project officially ended a couple of weeks ago. Shall I announce, now, that I am happy happy happy? Well, I am. Sometimes.
In January of 2010, I started working through Gretchen Rubin’s The Happiness Project: Or, Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read . . . → Read More: Happy Happy Joy Joy
We all live by a set of beliefs that inform how we see ourselves, see others, and function in the world. These beliefs may be helpful, contradictory, conscious or unconscious, but they turn into rules we live by: people are good (or bad), life is a struggle (or I won’t have to deal with than . . . → Read More: What Are the Rules You Live By?
Some people I know think Valentine’s Day is a schmaltzy Hallmark holiday not worth celebrating, but I love it. My mom’s birthday is on Valentine’s Day so we grew up celebrating it with Texas Chocolate Cake topped with red hots. We had hearts all over the house, which is probably why they’re my favorite shape.
I took a bath in cat urine this weekend. Hopefully needless to say, this was not intentional. I put lavender bubble bath in the tub as I ran the water. It smelled lavender-y when I got in. But the water was too cold, so I drained some, added more hot, and was still soaking in . . . → Read More: A New Window
Tonight, my son is having his first sleepover at his dad’s new house, the one my ex moved into with his girlfriend/mistress, the house I didn’t know existed until I got my Cavanaugh back from a visit on Saturday. I’d planned to drop him at his dad’s apartment but got a text to meet him . . . → Read More: I Don’t Know What I Don’t Know
One of the things just about everyone in my divorce recovery class had in common was that we couldn’t listen to music. Those songs take you back, evoke the feel of your lover’s neck on your lips, or the shirt he was wearing at Old Navy as “September” piped over the crackling speakers and you . . . → Read More: Getting My Groove Back
It’s at the end of the most laborious days that I need a gratitude list. It reminds me of how I got through, what the successes were, that I am thankful.
While I have stopped to feel grateful throughout the summer, I remembered yesterday that the end of the day gratitude list, the seeing-how-it-all-added-up, gives . . . → Read More: Oh, Labor Day
My house is defeating me. It started on Sunday when I tried to mow the lawn. Having done so successfully once in my life so far, I was pretty sure I had the skills necessary. Not true. Plus, sometimes mowing the lawn is representative of a whole bunch more than house maintenance. Maybe it was . . . → Read More: Light Bulbs and Lawn Mowers
Ever since last November when a friend was looking for someone to help her organize her papers, I’ve been helping other friends get organized. I clear chaos (usually of the clutter and paper variety). Creating order and systems is a great way of managing anxiety. I’ve been using it as a strategy to manage my . . . → Read More: Clear Your Clutter
I’m starting a tradition of sharing holidays with friends. Except for Easter. At least not this year because it was a kid’s holiday and Cavanaugh hasn’t wanted to hang out with kids much lately. But today is Mother’s Day and I wanted to hang out with kids and grown-ups.
mamaTRUE is about listening to that still small voice inside of us telling us what it needs--in the same way we listen to the small voices of our children asking for what they need. We must be true to that voice. We must take care.
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