Tag: Purpose
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Gaps – The Stories We Use to Fill Them
Stories – oh how I love them! Especially when they catch my heart, cause me to invest, get my heart pounding with intrigue….and compel me to look differently at the world. Stories are the reason I’m a reader….a writer….and even work in the travel industry. Stories sell…..and I find myself buying whatever the stories in…
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My Divorce is Final–Now What????
I was talking to a friend the other day whose Divorce just became final. It’s a strange feeling–having that final period at the end of that chapter. You spend all those months or even years wanting it to be over, and then when it’s final, the emotion is more akin to sadness than celebration. And…
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I Got the Power (Cue the Record, Bust a Move) – Thoughts on Boundaries
Boundaries are about who you give internal access to. They aren’t walls—they aren’t meant to punish.
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A Binge Watcher, Shopaholic, and a Wino
A Binge Watcher, Shopaholic, and a Wino I know…I know…it sounds like one of those jokes: A Binge Watcher, A Shopaholic, and a Wino walk into a bar…. Lately, I’ve found these coping mechanisms—or rather these distracting, mindless, the-opposite-of-intention facets of my life are bumping into my progress like bumper cars. It’s not that any of these…
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Glitter Ball
Here I am 12 months after my divorce–one month for every year we were married… In some ways, I feel like the groundhog who pops her head up from time to time to check the temperature, the circumstances, the shadows lurking around the corner to see if it’s time. Sometimes it’s just a tiny ear…
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Theoden’s Sight
But I’ve done it–I’ve traded something temporary—something to just fill my desire For.A.Moment—traded that little 5-15 minute experience for something of great magnitude. What has a bigger magnitude than my own goals for myself–than the promises I made to myself??
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Hester Prynne Alphabet
Like a letterman’s jacket, our D letter is not meant to be worn season after season like a classic Prada purse, but rather, it’s meant to be put away once we’ve outgrown the season and we’ve moved on. We can’t clutch that letter forever—our hurt matters, but we have to let go and allow ourselves…
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The Turtle
How do we get there? How did Mr. Turtle get there? Was he on a walk, looking for dinner, chasing a female turtle, annoyed at Mrs. Turtle and needed a change of scenery???
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The Fixer
On my walk, yesterday, I was pondering all the things about my marriage that frustrated me–all those details which led to the demise of something hopeful….beautiful even. I kept running into the road block of Why. You know–the place upon that mental path of exploration which dead-ends into a big question mark. Why did that…
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Love-30: The Comparison Game
Atlanta is all about the tennis. Seriously, y’all. When I moved here, people would tell me tennis is the best way to get to know people. I resisted for about a year, and then curiosity got the best of me and I picked up that racquet. Truth be told, I love it. It’s a sport…
The Divorced Diva's Guide to Survival 