what up, G?

have you ever taken the mental plunge to learn something new…

something that you were plugged into believing you would never be capable of learning?

I’m sure you have!

every person I know shares this experience! tell me where I’m wrong. 🙂

but then…the following surfaces…

oh, no, I could never do that. while a mental image from 3rd grade surfaces in the background.

for me, it was speaking in public (I was too shy).

and learning a musical instrument (I didn’t have the ear).

oh, and there was learning French (I never could do the accent). we’ll save Francais for another episode. 😉

now that I’m in my late 30s (eek! 😉 I have realized that the goal is really getting past the fear factor.

but, it still creeps in…what if ‘they’ were right? and I actually do suck at it!

I don’t want that to happen, so I won’t do anything at all! how many of you have done that!? I have!

often it takes years to get over the fear! for some. others (I envy) pursue with a reckless confidence!

so…what does one do when faced with something one always wanted, but never pursued?


that’s what I did with my intense fear of public speaking.

that I experienced since the 3rd grade when I had to read a poem in front of a class of forty. I can even remember my jiggly, nerve-y belly from when I was 7!

until I got over it. by forcing myself into situations, where I had to try it!

there is no doing, without doing!

so I pursued it.

I remember my first training class that I facilitated at work in 1997. the laser pointer was more like a laser light show than a precise point on the overhead!

crikey, I was SO nervous!! I laugh when I think back to that first training class after I had decided that I wanted to do more – so I did more!

it took me probably six months of facilitating training classes before I finally leaned into it. and enjoyed it!

before I knew it, I was conducting hour and a half long sessions with Executives.

those sessions landed me in a presentation for 150 people after nine months. yikes. that was nerve-wracking to the max.

but I got over it!

so…I have a new guitar, courtesy of Target. well, not a freebie. but a good deal. I eyeballed it for a good two months, while it gently rested on the white recliner in our living room. what if you can’t do it? my lizard brain hollered at me.

but then, I reset: I wanted to learn to play for YEARS!

ever since I fell in love with Zeppelin.

in 9th grade. and then the Stones. also 9th grade. yup, I was half a hippie back then too. except for my Aqua Net lacquered hair! ha!

so I have started taking lessons from my bud, Mac. turtle steps, beginning with tuning.

but felt like I needed human involvement after fiddling with an E chord for two weeks.

so my help arrived last night from our buddy from Chicago, via, Atlanta. I received my first guitar lesson – yeah!


what a difference that made!

I definitely will sign up for a class after he leaves tomorrow.

homework assignment for tonight. get the G chord.

I got it.

I love strumming. it’s hard, it hurts, and I suck at it. but the only way I will get better is if I keep practicing.

plus it’s good for my super stiff and twisted fingers. 😉

what have you tried that has scared the sh*t out of you?? I would love to hear the courage!



hard limits.

so…I have to admit that I finished Fifty Shades of Grey a couple nights ago…

yes, that’s right, I recognize the writing could use some help.

and yeah, I know it could be classified as smut.  if that is indeed an official genre.  actually embarrassed to even write that I read it!  yep, I come from Puritanical ancestry…

uh huh…it centers around S&M.

(which horrified the author’s hub from what I understand.  😉  which kinda makes me giggle.)

I love that the author had (has?) a whole other life going on in her head.

then I thought about it…is the book just about s*x?

well, yes.

but there’s a story in there.

that ends up circling around the concept of establishing hard limits.

this concept is somewhat new to me.  seriously.

not the kind of hard limits in the book.

but hard limits in life.

limits to take care of one’s self.  and establish one’s boundaries.  in a variety of venues.

this is something that I struggle with myself on a daily basis.  kinda like Anastasia (for those of you in the know… 😉  yup, I talk to and argue with my inner goddess on a daily basis.  every woman has one… 🙂

but I have to set hard limits now that what has happened, has happened.

to protect myself from letting negativity in and blaming myself.  and contain myself from dumping my emotions all over everyone around me.

but is’s a fine line which falls into many grey areas.

hard limits = empowerment.  in my book.

here is my personal definition of hard vs. soft limits.  both types are good.  but can also be bad…depending on the circumstance.

hard limit – something that is non-negotiable.  respect for oneself.

soft limit – something that can be compromised or negotiated.  or released.

interesting to ponder.

I have the second and third Fifty books to read after I finish The Four Hour Work Week.  huh.  my real life must be crossing the wires…as it probably took me four hours to finish Fifty during a fifty hour work week.  😉

bit of a ramble tonight!

inspiration struck on the way into work today while listening to U2’s Beautiful Day – love, love that song.

must listen to more music while driving.  it moves me.  to action.

what are your hard limits in life?  I would love to hear!  PG-13, please.  😉


ps.  made it into round two of Everyday Matters.  official title:  Everyday Matters.  yesterday I realized that I had converted the title into Every Day Matters – which has a totally different meaning to me than Everyday Matters.  just sayin’.  😉

every day…matters!

yesterday I entered the MS Society contest, Every Day Matters…yikes!

not sure my application was accepted as I did not receive an email confirmation – ha!

but decided to leave it up to the Universe to ensure it was.

if it is supposed to happen, it will.

so after a surge of excitement yesterday that I could win, I started overthinking the prospect of winning vs. not winning.  typical behavior of which I have reached the expert level.

until it hit me this morning while driving to work, with my music pumping (for once!) that I can do something even if I am not selected as a finalist…!


so I have a new goal to document how I make every day matter.  because it has to matter!  there’s no other choice but to make every day the best day possible.

yes, yes, there are things beyond one’s control.  but it’s how one processes events beyond one’s control.

when it’s clean pain, I cry.  and mourn.  until it evaporates into remembering the joy of the experience.

when it’s dirty pain, I deconstruct the thoughts that are contributing to the dirty pain.

when there’s nothing, I make nothing into something better!

when it’s better, I keep the better riding up front!

so today…and yesterday…I’m still riding up front from celebrating Father’s Day with my Dad – how cool is that?

I haven’t celebrated Dad’s Day with my Dad for AGES!  umm…I’m talking probably at least 25ish years?

he and I have made huge strides in our relationship.  gigantic leaps in the last two years.  lots of work on both sides.

clarity.  forgiveness.  acceptance.  understanding.

and for that I am ever SO grateful!  I knew that one day I would arrive here. yeah!

even my hub pointed out how I quickly reset when feelings of envy of what I missed growing up started to surface.

the hub said he could visibly see my body relax when he knew I had let it go …and as a result…we all relaxed…how cool is that!?

in that exact moment, I realized in some part of my soul that every day matters.

unfortunately, I didn’t hit this official epiphany until this morning.  post contest entry.  ha!

nonetheless, I’m cool with that.  my hub says my entry is pretty good.  my piece details what has been left undone as a result of MS joining the party.

winner or not, from here on out, I’m going to document how I make every day matter.

today, I wrote this blog.

love you, Dad.

sidebar>>the hub says now he knows where I came from; I’m just like you, Dad.

and that is so cool.  🙂

what do you do to make every day matter?


in my shoes…

I’m not going to lie.

I have a huge shoe problem…if one can even call THAT a problem…!

I love, love my shoe collection.

which at this point, reaches the top of my closet.

sidebar>>>sisters…nieces…you will have to share evenly… 😉

I love that I forget the shoes that I own!  what a happy surprise when I discover a pair that I have not seen in five years!

all my shoes are in their original boxes…and organized by style:  boots, work shoes, summer shoes, Uggs, flats, clogs, Crocs, going out shoes (my faves!), casual shoes, crocs, tennie’s…the list goes on.

once in a while, I send them tumbling while deftly attempting to sneak out a box from a lower level.

laughing as it starts raining shoes!

my hub finds my obsession amusing.

whatever makes you happy baby, is his usual reply when I sheepishly explain that I came home with four pairs of new shoes.  all on sale! I happily sing.

favorite shoes of all time:  my wedding shoes.

they are beautiful.  and in a safe spot to prevent a tumbling incident.

once a year, I pull them out, just to admire the smooth, silky opalescent lines…perfect pointy toes…three inch heels…leather soles.   I love, love them.  and what a steal!  they were marked off 60% at Zappos.com!  for Vera Wang that is amazing!

oh, if I could run a Zappos call center, I would be in utter heaven! Tony Hsieh knows what he’s doing.

coming up on the one year admiration…seven years next month for us!!  oh yeah…and seven years since the hub and I have been married….ha! 😉

what a difference shoes can make…

even though I have a tendency to walk a bit wonky …at least I do it in style!

how do you treat yourself?  I would love to hear!