Musings of formerly depressed woman


These are the times that try men’s souls and those of an occasional woman.
 
At first I thought I was suffering from postpartum depression but I had my last child in 1974 so that couldn’t be it.  Could it?
 
Then I thought it was a result of eight rounds of chemotherapy which probably destroyed all my endorphins along with the cancer cells.  Could be.

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Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows


“Oh God, of dust and rainbows help us see, that without dust
the rainbows would not be.” 
(Said by somebody famous)
 

If you have this habit of ruminating over your sorrows and problems, you may constantly feel frustrated, anxious, depressed and apathetic. You’re so absorbed in what’s wrong, you’re unable to notice what’s right. 

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Get fit in 5 minutes a day – I’m In!

I overheard this marvelous news last night while lounging on the sofa eating popcorn and bemoaning the fact that I’ve gotten zero exercise (except sauntering from the back door to the car) this entire year. 

But the year is young and I almost walked out and howled at the full moon when I heard these latest findings on exercise. No need to sweat and grit your teeth for hours in a gym or jog across town every morning at sun rise. This is the best discovery since potato chips and salsa. Continue reading

Here come the 70s

We’re really not turning 70, are we?  Certainly not.  We’re only 18 (with 52 years of experience).  Our classmate, Ruthie, ushers in the new decade with a cake for all 15 of us. 

The girls of the West Point High School of ’65 (at least the ones close or determined enough to come) celebrated their entry into another decade last week.  I would have posted sooner, but its taken me this long to recover.

I couldn’t help but recall our 16th birthday party when our parents got together to throw us a big dance at the Henry Clay Hotel – in the Safari Room.  We danced the nite away under the watchful eyes of our folks.  Continue reading