Let’s talk about Pooh. I’m referring to Winnie the Pooh, of course!
I have long since held a treasured affinity for this certain, endearing bundle of matted, brown fur. My fondness I shall never outgrow, though Christopher Robin did . . . almost.
I recently took my granddaughter to see the movie “Christopher Robin” and must confess, that silly ol’ bear tugged at my heartstrings. I. Was. Smitten. Although my granddaughter enjoyed the film, I realized early into the viewing this was a movie perhaps more intended for adults. Naturally, Pooh and his friends were adorable; however, there lay some precious nuggets of wisdom behind those bright, button eyes belonging to the bear with the plump tummy. Continue reading →
Motivational speaker, Zig Ziglar once said, “F-E-A-R has two meanings: ‘forget everything and run’, or, ‘face everything and rise’.” Can anyone take a wild guess at which choice I’m most inclined to choose?
You know the feeling. When you really want to do something, but then again—you kinda sorta don’t.
It’s like being challenged to jump off a cliff into a sparkling sea of refreshing water. Standing at the edge overlooking unknown elements, you partly hope a stiff wind would just catapult you forward, while another part of you would give your left eye to have a railing to cling to. Continue reading →
As I rest my aching body at my desk, watching an agitated squirrel flick his bushy tail against the oak tree outside my window, I reflect on how different my life was a mere 72 hours ago—actually, the past week. And, I’ve learned a few important lessons.
Hurricane Irma was coming. She was roaring forth with a vengeance, announcing herself as a category five storm, with her sights specifically set on making a direct, targeted hit on my city. Continue reading →
I lay awake in the dark, acutely aware of the reverberating chirp of crickets in the woods outside my window. The repetitive, croaking rhythm of frogs seems an obnoxious volume. A cat’s meow escapes from up in the trees. Leaves rustle as a nearby raccoon shuffles along the ground.
“Go on a road trip,” they said. “It’ll be fun,” they said. Well, I did. And it was. In a moment mixed with part insanity, part curiosity, and part courage, I agreed to go on a road trip with my husband last week.
What’ll it be? Your New Year’s resolution. Lose weight? Get organized? Spend less? Save more? Enjoy life? Stay healthy? Learn something exciting? Quit smoking? (Quit something?), Fall in love? Get closer to God? Be less stressed? Spend more time with family? This list goes on, and on–and on.
It was lovely. I started the day making cinnamon rolls. Watched the Macy’s parade, looked at Black Friday ads, rode my bike, tossed a football, prepared some food, ATE a little bit of food (okay, lots of food), and even managed to get a little bit of writing in. It was a good day.