Peace with Kim

Keep trying. Start over. Don’t beat yourself up. Move forward. Find a new way. Think logically. Try something new. Re-evaluate your schedule.                I’m pressing the reset button. There are ebbs and flows in all of our lives when Balance is a good friend standing by your side. And then, there are times when Balance appears to be on a far away vacation.                 I need to take better care of myself. I’d admit, I’m missing my friend, Balance.   Our time apart started with a “Just for this one moment, for this schedule change. Just give me a little time and we’ll get back together.”   Well, that was about two months ago.                 I can feel it.   So, I’m recalculating - my morning routine, my eating habits, my exercise.   It’s exciting. It’s daunting. But here’s the thing.   Feeling bad is not OK. Ever....

Do you have a pile of stuff that you keep adding to? It’s the pile that requires time. It requires your heart and mind to be ready. It’s the retirement information pile. Added to it, the kids savings pile. YOUR savings pile. Doctors office reminder letters for   appointments you need to make. Right here is mine saying it’s time to schedule my mammogram. For crying out loud! I just did the colonoscopy! That took me YEARS to finally schedule.   Well, I’m going through the pile today. I found out I have a new retirement account to which I’ve not named my husband as beneficiary. Oops.   I found out I have savings coming to me from an organization’s membership I didn’t realize. And, I found out both of my jobs offer a college savings plan. I just need to ask about it. Here I am feeling a little squirrelly about paying for the SECOND year of college and I now more resources at my fingertips. Oh, and some quarterly statements shared good news. See, opening these things is...

Do you feel like the world has just lost its mind? It seems everywhere we turn something is happening or someone is saying something that gives us pause, makes us shake our head and wonder. Where’s the decency gone? Where’s the Golden Rule gone? It’s not all politics. It happens in the grocery store line. It happens in the workplace. It happens in the classroom - all different kinds of disappointment. Sometimes I get mad and vent loudly to my family. Sometimes I just blast the music in my car to clear out the clutter in my brain so I’m renewed. Sometimes I laugh because I’m truly befuddled by people.   I’m determined to not follow suit. I’m determined to be a good example - or atleast try to be. And no matter how some say (actually a growing number of people) we are creating our demise, I can’t help but quote a character from a favorite TV show of mine. This character, King Ezekiel in “The Walking Dead,” says something I’m now saying and doing. When I’m touched by disappoint...

Stop it!   You advertisers are all around me selling products to take away wrinkles, get rid of   crepe-like skin, add more youth and take away tired. You’re on my TV, in the few magazines I read to relax and unwind, and all over my social media pages. Maybe you were always there. It’s just now you’re hitting my buttons. Is this like when you are trying to get pregnant and all you see are pregnant women?   I am bound and determined to not get sucked in. What REALLY works? And, wait a second. I earned this wrinkles! By laughing - a lot. And thinking, and listening, and learning and OK, yes, squinting in the sun. I’ve been really good to my skin. This is natural aging and I guess I thought that the crepe skin wouldn’t happen to me because I’ve moisturized my whole life. Dang. Nature. It happens. Fight it or embrace it?   I’m doing a little of both - with smiles and …. my moisturizer.  

Aw. Good Morning! It’s always a happy start to my day to walk out of the bedroom at 3am to be greeted by my pups, Joc and Max. Sometimes they’re at the door as I head to the kitchen to turn on the coffee and get my lunch together. Sometimes they’re sprawled across the couch, under a pillow, splayed out on their back with legs up in the air. It’s so darn cute! Other times, like one recent morning, they wanted to go outside. Wide eyes, one hopping up on my leg with tail wagging as if to say ‘Hi!” out they go into the cool air, lapping up a bunch of water and then running around the back yard sniffing for overnight visitors and doing their business. They work pretty quickly. I don’t have a lot of time to spare on this crazy early morning schedule. But on  this morning, I guess one dog worked too quickly. He lapped up water and ran back into the house. Then, as I walked through the darkened hallway to get to the garage headed to work, I slipped. Nothing should make me slip. Oh no...