Slow dancing into the new year


turtle winning the race against a rabbit

In this rush, rush rush world where we are driven my materialism, multi-tasking seems an absolute requirement.  Trying to keep up with the madness, I have lost the art of taking time to myself to think, be creative, and dream. 
Maybe the New Year is the perfect time to fall in love with the process and give up on the “end-game fantasy”. No big “pie in the sky” resolutions for me this year.  Only one:  to slow down – to sip life instead of gulping it down. Maybe if I can tame that crazy little drunk monkey living in my head, I can focus on the small and doable and watch for a gradual transformation rather than the radical “change your life in one week” lost causes.  

Santa arrived in Fed Ex truck this year

I’m guessing Rudolph got sick of being the butt of all the reindeer jokes and decided to sleep through Christmas this year.  My gifts all came early in a gas powered vehicle.  My family and I have already cleared the gift giving portion of Christmas due to work schedules.

I’m wee bit ashamed to tell you we elected to open the brown boxes instead of re-wrapping all the stash.  We figured it saved on the expense of gift wrapping paper and scotch tape, and there was the added surprise in opening the gifts without a clue as to whom they belonged.  Continue reading

My love affair with quinoa


I’ve been on a diet since age 12 and I’m sick of the whole process which has done little more than give me an eating disorder.  I cannot enjoy dining because I’m mentally counting carbs or calories.

First same Metrical (remember that awful canned science project?), then a series of deprivation diets such as Weight Watchers, The Mediterranean Diet, Atkins, South Beach and Slimfast. Continue reading