With his almost bald and new clean-cut good looks, David (*not his real name) returned to work after his rigorous round of chemo and radiation.
Wearing a fitted Italian shirt gifted by one of our clients, oddly, his post-cancer appearance implied excellent workout and diet results.
I remember thinking, “Wow, he looks better than before!”
His lymphoma, in remission, reflected in his enhanced mood.
He wasn’t going to die.
We worked in a setting where clients, typically in small groups, visited our site. Sometimes they lived locally but frequently, they flew in from other parts of the country.
You lived through the devastation of loving a narcissist.
Now you’re out. It’s like standing in front of your recently incinerated home. Except, it’s your life.
You have to start over from nothing.
You will never live your best life if you skip the forgiveness necessary to release your ex-narc mentally and emotionally.
Getting stuck in the ruminating phase of why the f**k did I let him do that to me? and what the f**k is wrong with me? will never heal you.
“To forgive is to choose to release another from the perceptions you have projected on them”—The Way…
I stood paralyzed in the front doorway watching my best friend, Robin, and her parents pack their sedan, preparing to leave for the last time. I felt an icky pushing in my chest.
There was a very strict rule in my household about Sunday mornings. DO NOT GO OUTSIDE or be seen. Because people go to church on Sunday mornings, and we didn’t. Who wants to take 7 children to church?
Everything in me wanted to bolt out of my house and run to her driveway. And help put her things in the car.
I wanted to hug her.
Warning: Pseudo Rant to Follow!
I am finished with hearing loud personal conversations in the produce department at Whole Foods!
If it’s personal, I don’t want to hear it. It’s your intimate business.
If you are practicing being miserable, that’s why you’re so good at it!
If you’re conversation includes, “And then she said, and then I go…,” you are affirming your mundane existence by regurgitating your boring life.
I don’t care what your sister’s husband said to her. I don’t care if he is having an affair. I don’t care if she is having an affair. …
While we are all drenched in the negative year called 2020, which is bleeding into 2021, it’s possible to extract some profound realizations from this awful collective experience.
Here’s to your personal enlightenment and upgraded habits, the gifts of Covidopia:
The way you spend your time came into sharp focus this past 16 months.
Here’s an exercise I learned from a wise person on a flight from Hanoi to Beijing in 2012.
Calculate the months to the end of your life. That’s right. Calculate your estimated age at death and count the months you have to live your life.
Have you ever felt that way? You are doing your best, but so exhausted you can’t possibly do well?
Do you find yourself reading one self-improvement article after the other, all saying just keep working as hard as you possibly can?
Because Elon Musk works 120 hours per week, you should?
You’re not Elon and neither am I.
I’d rather improve things here on Earth than create a Mars colony. Fascinating reading material, but sorry, not interested in participating in creating Pioneer Ranch Condo Community on Mars.
Advocates for working your ass off until you pass out have forgotten the…
You’ve done it before. We all have.
You’ve said you were going to try to start working out.
Try to lose weight.
Try to get somewhere.
But you didn’t create the fitness habit, except for that first week. You didn’t lose weight, except for the temporary 5 lbs.
Why? Because the word “try” carries an implied detachment from a successful outcome.
There is an intention, but it’s not one of achievement.
Now, I am not referring to, “I’m going to try ziplining! I’ve always wanted to!”
Try ziplining! Maybe you’ll love it.
Case in point, few weeks ago, I met…
I had just closed a real estate deal representing a soon-to-be separated couple, so the wife could have her own home. They depicted their split as amicable.
After the post-close complications of the deal, the husband asked me to coffee. This isn’t unusual after closing a deal. I fully expected his wife to join us.
He presented me with a rose and asked me out over our coffee.
I told him I don’t date married men.
He told me his wife already had “a girlfriend.”
“I didn’t know she was gay!” I replied. He nodded, affirming my assumption.
Coffee tastes like dirt, a familiar taste if you were born last century, because you went “out to play.” If you were born this century, I’m sorry, no one can help you. Go outside and eat dirt.
So, I like my coffee organic, because I’m not warm to the idea of spraying poison on anything, really.
This narrows my selection at the grocery store.
Let’s go over the organic coffee selection and decide which one to purchase!
First, I checked out Wicked Joe’s Organic Big House, described on the package as Roasty and Raucous. …
You don’t need another reason to feel bad about your inability to lose weight.
You’ve been hearing about Keto for a couple of years.
Other people are losing weight on Keto. The stories are everywhere.
You know it has to be effective, or it would have evaporated from the media spotlight like the grapefruit diet.
But you hear it’s challenging.
If it’s so hard, why bother? You’ve already tried and failed enough diets.
You need more motivation to get started, because starting is the hard part.
Once you’re losing weight on Keto, that’s motivation enough.
Those dieters who jump into…