This is golden. Seriously. How many times do we compare ourselves to where we were how many years ago? Or even “better”, what someone thought of us? Here’s some good news: ALL of that is irrelevant. Really. Our past helped form us into who we are today, but it has no bearing on who we […]
Have you ever noticed the following attitudes when it comes to running: When kids run, it’s cute (and natural) When teenagers to 20 somethings run, it’s either for a sport, a college scholarship, or maybe even the Olympics. It’s important whatever it is. When female 30 somethings run, it’s to melt off that “baby weight”
Have you even been somewhere as a result of a twist of fate wondering how the hell you got there and now that you’re “here” wondering how the hell you will survive (or back out whichever comes first)? Not to mention also being scared spitless as to what you’re about to do and go through?
Imagine telling Mom that it was going to be cookies for breakfast. Cookies, not pancakes. I know I would have received stink-eye from hell with an ear ringing or two. Pancakes are fine, cookies are unheard of, ridiculous notion. But hold on a second. What if the cookies aren’t the regular-off-the-shelf, sugar-laced, store bought cookie?
One often hears about someone who’s hit “midlife crisis” where life, as they knew it, took a drastic left turn. Or was it right? Anyhow, stories surfaced of how someone left behind a marriage, a family, a job, everything they knew to run off to Tahiti with a steamy 20-something or a finely muscled cabana