I fear we are losing magic bit by little bit, day by cloudy day, moment by noisy moment, because we no longer care about it, we no longer recognize it, we no longer believe in it.
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So many women I meet tell me they want to write a book. They have a big idea, or they have several, but they're afraid to start.
I was an okay Mom. Not great. I saw other mothers, in our coffee klatches, who were better mothers than I. I saw that they were not torn between motherhood and…something else. I sometimes spoke of other 'urges', a desire to be something more. I was met with frowns and shakes of pretty heads. Sometimes with laughter.
In memory, these days, I see that child and watch her move cautiously in her world, all the while basking in the summer sun, with groups of friends who had nothing more on their minds than whatever mischief they could cause that day. It was all about the freedom.
I wish more kids loved the library the way I love the library. I learned so much by taking books out of the library every week, as a pre-teen. I read at least four or five books a week. I gave a book report on every one. I won an award for it. How great is that? It wasn't an award that the school issued every year. It was made up just for me. Because I was such a prolific reader.
Today's blog post is from guest blogger, Natasha Nikolova from Slumber Secrets. This content spoke to me as I am a big nap taker. I value my sleep and my children will tell you - do not wake me if I am napping! Unless there is blood involved! The question...
Each of us blooms in a garden of life created by our environment, but nurtured by ourselves and those around us.
My entrance into the world of the gig economy, where I started back in 2002, didn't focus on women. My focus was on earning that almighty dollar, in order to pay bills. Do you relate? When you are dependent upon clients, customers, people who are willing to buy what you're selling, you always seems to have your eye on the bottom line. How much did I make today? This week? This month?
Time is our enemyAny individual over say 50 will tell you that time goes by faster and faster as you age.I am not sure why we perceive time in such a different way, as we age. But we do.We notice things more. We notice the way the sun gleams through our office windows, even as it has to slip through last year's smudges and dirty trails of rain, still clinging to the window, like yesterday's blurry reminder that our eyes don't work as well as they used to. We notice the way traffic sounds different at certain hours of the day; a hurry-hurry of the tires of so many cars passing down the hill on their way to work; or the slow hum they make on their way home. We notice the way the morning seems to slip by unnoticed, because we get busy cleaning, or working in the garden, or writing a blog post, and suddenly it's afternoon, and the day is almost over.We notice these things because we lament over all the necessary things we have to do, want to do, will never get to do - now. Now that we're officially, according to statistics, old.