Yesterday I reached one of those milestone years. Thanks to that world menace, Facebook, now everyone knows which one. Let’s just say I have 364 days remaining before I enter my 70s.
As I mulled over how to spend this wealth of days, I got a call from my friend who sounded literally on top of the world. She had discovered the meaning of life in the span of about 35 minutes.
“I finally cleaned out my refrigerator and now I am quitting my job to open my own shop,” she announced. I was so inspired by her discovery of the secret of courage, that I went immediately to my refrigerator and surveyed a world so scary I may stop eating cold food. I decided to incorporate The One Minute Rule. For one minute, I did what I could to clean up that toxic waste dump. Continue reading
I’m always looking for the hidden messages from God which appear to us all the time. Unfortunately we’re usually too busy or distracted to notice.
I’ve begun looking for messages from above which are embedded in common occurances I believe. Take yesterday ror example: I attempted to move a truck load of groceries into the house, As usual I was rushing and trying to carry too many at once. As I opened the back door one bag slipped from my grip
See? I’m a lot like an award winning actress. Since I was a wee little child, I have felt a burning need to rearrange my life starting with the furniture.
At first I was only compelled to start “The Big Shove” as I’ve come to think of it, to the first few hours after a trip of more than two or three hours.
My very own little Mayberry is enjoying a flurry of Christmas parties and neighbors are exchanging lovely gifts of cookies and quick breads. What’s a girl to do if she’s been fighting the middle age frump since she was 28 years old and getting through the rest of the month without monumental weight gain will be challenging?