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Memories and Self Compassion

Today was a beautiful, warm, sunny day in San Diego. As my Sunday went by with intentionally less things on my to do list, I found myself early this afternoon debating, do I stay in perhaps enjoy a good book on my balcony, watching the sailboats elegantly glide the waters of the bay or do I leash Blue (my Great Date) up and take him down to the car and get out.

Giving Myself a Pass

I have sat down to write this blog several times in the last week and I just can’t get it out, each time I have ended up writing about the changes that I have going on in my life that are beyond hard, beyond emotional and freaking heart breaking and I end up in tears and knowing that I am still processing it all in a way that I just can’t seem to get out just yet.

Times are Changing

I live in a world full of change and I don’t say that lightly. What I do for corporations is to help them orchestrate and make changes. I have always thought of myself as someone who always thrived in change and mostly I still do but ever since COVID; I have begun a transition in…

Hard work and asking for help!

The call came Friday, my husband’s doctor’s nurse, I got excited, I thought she was calling with a surgery date, finally, we could get on the road to healing. Instead she said, “so what was his quit date?” I said, “What do you mean?” She said, his last day smoking, I said that he had smoked the day before so I guess it will be today if it has to be. She explained that in order to get his surgery authorized there needed to be 6 weeks of no smoking.