Full stop…

Full stop…

When my kids were little, my life revolved around a second hand beige mini-van. My kids lived in that van as though it were their second home. It was filled with pieces of our lives. Footballs, extra shoes (the one’s Allie was missing), books, CDs, and army men were littered across the seats and floor. Trips to McDonalds left paper cups disintegrating in the cupholders, chicken nuggets hiding under the seat, and fries littered like confetti across the seats. Continue reading “Full stop…”

Spa day…

Spa day…

In early September, I met with a group of friends over dinner. We caught up about our lives, our families, and our jobs. We sipped red wine and sopped up the sauce with good bread. It was a midweek treat. The conversation eventually wandered toward my 50 before 50 list. Margaret suggested, with a twinkle in her eye, “Why don’t we join you for one of your adventures? You select the activity and we’ll join in. Continue reading “Spa day…”

Learning to listen…

Learning to listen…

I’m not a good listener. Not to me anyway. I’m pretty good at listening to other people, but when my life is speaking, I tend to be focused on other things. Last year, I had pneumonia. Everyone said, listen to your body. Don’t push it. Wait until you are better. I don’t really understand that. I called my sister and confessed that I don’t know how to listen to my body. Her advice to me was after you feel good enough to go back to work, wait two more days. We are not good listeners. Continue reading “Learning to listen…”