Yes, I loved celebrating Dr Marry's 48th birthday with this joyful post and a fun party. But I love today a million times more because we no longer live in secrets. We feel no shame. We have overcome something that, incredibly, isn't even really the tiniest bit unique.
Dr. Marry and Me
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Universe, what are you telling me?
What in the world was the point, Universe, of dangling that fabulous carrot in front of me, of letting me get the tiniest nibble of it, only to snatch it back again, keeping it in my line of sight but absolutely out of my reach?
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February 1st was our second chance at life and love
In many ways, I did become a widow that night. I did lose the husband I had had from May 31, 2008 to February 1, 2017. That man began a six-week journey of dying and being reborn simultaneously, Phoenix-like. And, actually, I did, too.
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7-card stud, Texas hold ’em, 5-card draw…
In keeping with my last post/commitment to growing my network, I want to share this not-so-small victory. I was scrolling through LinkedIn earlier this week and came across a picture of an AA chip. sidenote: Isn’t it funny what matters to you after something happens in your life that you would never have paid any attention to before? I wouldn’t have even recognized an AA chip four years ago, and now I stop to read the accompanying success post of every single one I see. I didn’t know the man who posted it, but I saw that we had four tenuous connections. I sent him a message to see if…
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A potential shooter, curtains and my early morning habits disrupted
But as I reread the emergency alert, I wish for one half of one second that we had curtains. And I hesitate to even write that because Dr Marry will use that sentence against me for the rest of our lives together. But it's true.
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Lead from the Outside, ruffled feathers and the attempted sound of silence
This assignment asks us to be vulnerable, honest, brave and willing to both praise and censure ourselves as well as accept praise and censure from others. What could happen in your life if you got honest with yourself and if others were willing to go to a place of loving honesty to really give you the opportunity to reflect and grow as a person? Could you take it? Would you hear it and ponder it, or would you ruffle your feathers and defend your actions?
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Really Facebook? THIS is what you’re choosing to focus on today?
*Watch Gratitude Tuesday: grateful free write ep 132 here. For the first time in 132 episodes, Daily Dose apparently isn’t available on Facebook because I started playing “Linus and Lucy” from Vince Guaraldi’s A Charlie Brown Christmas, and the powers that be determined that it was a violation of copyright. I’m not saying it’s not a violation of copyright, although we aren’t making money off of it, and we recognized the composer and the album. As a side note, it seems to me that Facebook has larger fish to fry than our little Daily Dose and playing a song that is practically a piece of the public realm. So I’m…
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Looking ahead to 2021
So my word for this year is clarity. Specifically, clarity of time and purpose. And of sentence structure. I write like I think, which is in long, connected ideas that link idea to idea to idea. It gives my writing a very specific voice that clearly identifies me as the author. But it also demands a lot of the reader, perhaps too much.
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2020: my year in review
Beyond the devastation (and our late in the year diagnosis), COVID was a gift for Dr Marry and me. I closed down my offices in March and have been working from home ever since. That means Dr Marry and I had all spring and summer and much of the fall together since his job was also a hybrid of in-person and virtual teaching. We walked and biked more than we ever have. I baked copious amounts of bread and went back to my pre-full time job delight of searching for and trying fun new recipes.
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Gratitude goes a long way
I woke up trapped between wondering why I'm spending such an inordinate amount of time on these "side gigs" that don't seem to be getting me anywhere and hoping against hope that the Universe is busy paying attention to someone (anyone!) else and misses my doubts and despair so that I don't get smited (smote?) for questioning its pace or interest in my dream. Ugh!