Because I’m a wordsmith, I notice how people say or write things. And lately I’ve noticed a formula that online promoted materials (and even un-promoted materials) have been using. And the formula must be working because I see more and more of these kinds of headlines online. I know you’ve seen them too.
They start off with a description of some action that is happening in a video or photo like:
This elephant sees the ocean for the first time… (more…)
My oldest sister visited me recently and we were up way past my bedtime reconnecting over a nice bottle of wine while we watched the last of the fireflies.
This was the first time in many years that she and I just hung out without other family. It was great to catch up with her because she and I tend to go weeks or months without really talking. But it occurred to me one day last year that she and I might be all that is left (more…)
Preparation for the Storm
All of the hurricane and severe weather talk on the east coast this week has got me thinking…am I prepared for an emergency? I’m not talking doomsday, survivalist kind of ready, but I’m wondering if I have become too complacent and comfortable in my little world.
My dad raised me to think that I could do anything, and I used to always have that can-do attitude. But now it’s easy to rely on my strong husband or my tall son to do things for me. It’s easy to think that I don’t need to learn how to do things like start the generator because someone else can do it for me.
But I was lying in bed last night thinking about everything I need to do (like make sure we have gas in the gas can for the generator in case the power goes out) or find (where are the flashlights and batteries?) because my husband is out of town for business, and I am the adult and I should prepare the house in case the hurricane makes landfall.
I know I can do it, and I know it will all be okay.
It’s comforting to realize (after thinking about how I would survive a weather emergency for most of the night) that if I was stranded or alone, I would probably manage okay in an emergency.
But it’s nice to know that sometimes I don’t have to do it alone!
(Be awesome because you are awesome! AlanePearce.com)
Have you forgotten how to love and nurture yourself?
This guide, which is my gift to you, will help you remember!
As women, we generally spend most of our time taking care of other people; our co-workers, our bosses, our spouse, our clients, our pets, our kids, our friends…doing things for them, or the things they want us to do, because we love them. And life continues rolling along while you bring joy to those around you.
Until that one day… (more…)
“Oooh Mommy, look at these!” a little girl squealed when she saw the most perfect pair of sunglasses. They were sparkly and pink and matched her princess dress–complete with a tutu–perfectly.
As I waited in the line at the pharmacy for yet another prescription, I looked down at my legs covered in sweats and my feet shod in torn up shoes. My hair was in a ponytail and I suddenly felt as shlumpy as I must have looked.
I had to wonder, just when did I take MY tutu off?
Why don’t I feel special like a princess anymore? (more…)
My heart is so full of joy since I’ve decided to get back to the things I love.
For example, I went for a walk with my dog today; something I have to do every day. And that was the problem. I would think, “I have to walk the dog.” And then I would walk him with a mindset that it was a chore, and I had to do it before I could get on to the next thing on my absurdly large list.
But today my mindset was different. I wanted to walk. I loved my walk. I explored a new trail, and I took the time to really enjoy my walk.
I listened to the birds overhead and the critters skittering about in the underbrush and dead leaves.
I really looked at the trail and noticed (more…)
How did I get here? I am so tired of being tired, so sick of being behind, and so fed up with the habits I’ve formed over the past few years.
It’s not like I really hate my life; I spend my days serving my family, trying to run a business, and trying to write. I spend time waiting to pick up or drop off my son, and waiting for my husband to come home from work, or wake up from his weekend naps…
I feel like I’ve spent most of my life waiting.
Waiting until… (more…)