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Pieces of me

Inspiration for those who warrior on

Summer’s coming to an end, and I have a summer time story for you. It has a spiritual lesson in kindness, gratitude, and our interconnectivity, but there’s more to this story than that. I hope you will indulge me as I tackle a new topic today. The story starts as just another fishing story from …

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It seems like such a cultural norm for we woman to discuss others when we get together. (I don’t know what men talk about…) That in and of itself doesn’t have to be a bad thing, but how many times has coffee with a friend turned to a dish-about-others session? How many girls’ nights out …

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I started putting my needs first last year with giving myself my 30 minutes at the gym. This whole blog is about how doing so has pulled me out of depression and given me a life back.

Thinking positive does more than just make us feel a little better, then. It cultivates our minds to grow more abilities and resources. Positive thinking is the fertilizer of personal development.

Daisy with a quote about gratitude

Celebrate every victory, no matter how small. Appreciation for what you’ve accomplished or been blessed with is the basis for every next step in the process of self-improvement. Every topic I’ve written about on my blog, every part of a balanced mind, body, and soul requires gratitude. It’s a corner piece. You’ll get no where without it.

If you think you are giving 100% of yourself to everyone around you but you are not taking care of yourself, you are fooling yourself. If you are not taking care of yourself, you don’t have 100% to give. You are not being admirably sacrificial. It’s not an honorable thing, as some of us have been misled into thinking, to martyr our self-care in the name of taking care of our family.

My mom babysat a few kids when I was 5. If memory serves, there was a little girl named Rachel, a chubby toddler whom we called Shawny Boy, and a very busy little boy named Matthew. There were others, but I don’t remember their names. I also don’t remember whose diaper it was that I …

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