Don’t call me a princess. Treat me like your Queen.
I have my own horse. I don’t want to ride on the back of yours.
Give me a cowboy hat instead of a tiara and work alongside me in the sun as it shades my face. Read more…
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You see your chubby thighs; I see beautiful eyes.
You see a slow runner; I see strength at the barbell.
You see a mom who’s impatient in the morning; I see a fun-loving flexible mom in the afternoon.
You see last place on the bike; I see unmatched determination.
Monkey mind. Circus brain. Unsettled. It’s that feeling I get when there are so many competing tasks and ideas happening in my head that I become paralyzed…unable to think at all. Read more…
Fail.
I lean over, hands on my thighs trying to catch my breath and not freak out.
Try again.
Eyes forward, deep breath, quick hands, relax.
Fail.
Try again.
I glance up at the ceiling, close my eyes and release a stream of words that are highly undignified.
Try again.
Fail.
Compose myself. Try not to throw the jump rope across the room.
Try again.
Fail.
What does the mirror show me today?
Fat or thin?
Curvy or lean?
Statuesque?
Rubenesque?
Grotesque?
Who is it I see;
do I love her? Read more…
As she stands carefully sorting her basket full of groceries into three separate piles, impatience begins to rise in my chest.
I am tired and hungry.
I am in wretched, smelly gym clothes.
I am in the express lane with well under the 20-item limit.
I take a deep breath and begin to fiddle with my phone, distracting myself from my irritation. Read more…
two feet, two lungs, one heart
lifting me
high above the noise
of the city…
of my heart.
Steps, breath, beating,
I rise
higher and here
I can hear the locust,
my ear attuned to the bluebird -
I can hear myself.
Two feet, each aching step
a victory.
Two lungs, each breath
a symphony.
One heart, each beat
a miracle.
High above the noise
of life,
I hear LIFE.
~Deborah Linne
Hitting my head against the wall.
Doing the same thing over and over and expecting the result to be different.
Spinning my wheels.
There are so many ways to describe the phenomenon of being stuck in a problem. It’s real, it’s common and it’s frustrating. Relationships. Weight. Kids. Coworkers. We seem to live with chronic stress and have often given up on finding a way out. Read more…
It feels like an eternity. We are late getting to the bus stop, and the automatic gate at the end of our drive is taking its sweet time opening, as usual. I swear, it takes at least 10 SECONDS to open. I’m tapping the steering wheel and muttering, “Come ON!”
Then, of course, trying to turn right onto the busy highway in front of our house is a nightmare. I have to wait for at least 12 CARS – a whole other minute down the tubes.
I finally peel out, gravel flying behind me, and speed towards the bus stop, watching the minutes on my car clock tick away. 8:15. My heart sinks. I pull up just as the bus is pulling away. I try to follow it, but get stopped at the red light. We’ve missed it. And, of course, I’m due at a vet appointment at the exact same time school starts.
Many days, I’m living in the gap. This isn’t a good thing. Read more…