what a difference an hour makes.

I used to always despise moving the clock forward.

losing a whole hour from the precious, beautiful weekend hours. boof that!

but didn’t feel that way this weekend.

I actually lined through everything on the TO DO list.

let me frame the momentum of this: I have never, ever completed every thing that I have set out to do that is on my dreaded to do list.

so I’m calling this a small victory. so satisfying! (really am a J to the core, and that’s okay!)

the first of many victories, I say.

takes some turtle steps to get moving, doesn’t it!?

one thing I did differently for this to do list.

I grouped the items into categories:


– non-negotiables.

Un-fun work.

– bills, errands, taxes. boof! laundry…wait a second – laundry wasn’t even on my list – and I still did that. whaaaat?!

Fun work.

– B-School stuff. outline draft #1 for my upcoming workshop on Myers-Briggs Step II – In addition to being totally awesome, who am I, really? synced iTunes. and installed MS Office on my laptop (h*ll yes, that one is HUGE…see ya Pages! ūüėČ

this B-School biz is going to change my life. it already is. again.

how many times can a girl’s life be changed?! first time when I was given a copy of The Secret in 2006. second time after I discovered Martha Beck….and it was all downstream from there…

it never ends does it?

I have, “life is not a destination, it’s a journey,” posted on the inside of my medicine cabinet. not sure who wrote it. but it’s a gem.

back to B-School, it hit me this weekend that I have a LONG A*S list of things that I’m interested in, once I started writing them all down. things that inspire me. give me goose bumps. get me into the flow. you know – flow – when time evaporates? don’t you love it when that happens!? (there has to be a way to make money in the flow. I am determined to figure that out. ūüėČ

(most of this stuff I love has been vomited all over this blog mess that I have created – I get it! it’s a confusing mess of practical? advice? life coaching tidbits. dream work. bits and pieces of my messy soul. fiction fun. Myers-Briggs. photography. life. memoirs. health stuff – boof!)

time to wrap it all. or deconstruct it. some way. some how.

expect a massive clean up on this website over the summer-fall months. don’t know what it will look like, but it’s coming.

the hub is holding me to NOT sign up for any more coursework until I make time for my business. (shhhh… I know I’m going to secretly take another writing course – as that is a non-negotiable on my inspiration list. can anyone say Danielle LaPorte…?)

per Marie Forleo, everything is figure-outable. go figure. ūüėČ

what’s on your list?!

think about it.


ps. some day must share the crazy dream I had with Tyra Banks in it Friday night…where did she come from?! and there I was ooohing and awwwwing along with the rest of her followers. strange! (not really one by the way, but not judging…just sayin’!) and the hilarious scene when she showed a group of us what she does with a full paper towel roll. could not stop laughing when I shared her dream advice with my hub!


it is official.

…I am getting my official game on people!

moving to the next level of where I want to move in life…


feels expansive. and terrifying at the same time…

(that, my friends, is how one tells the difference between intuition and fear – if it ain’t expansive, it’s fear.) ¬†ūüėČ


so here goes my plan…

step 1. sign up for Marie Forleo’s¬†B-School. done!

step 2. send the intention for my end game out to the Universe. ummm, done!

step 3. start doing more of what I am being called to do: help people. write. and blog. speak. ¬†life coach! ¬†career coach! ¬†create. inspire. volunteer at the art center. finish my dang book! travel. ¬†just frickin’ do it, woman! ¬†creative inspiration in the ravaged corporate-world. ¬†ummm yeah..all kinda in progress. ¬†though I had to ask my hub to stop me from signing up for any more classes after B-School. ¬†so I can do more on this plan!

step 4. rebrand my website. and blog.  not yet!

step 5. do and fail at steps 3 and 4 over and over again. ¬†until it sticks. ¬†because that’s the only way it will. ¬†bazinga! ¬†zero here.

step 6. make an awesome Harlem Shake video.  also a big NULL!  for now.

that is all.

so…what is your calling, people! ¬†I know you have one! ¬†(that tiny voice that comes from within, helps provide the guidance.)

share below…puleeeeze!

because…you know you are awesome…and I would love to hear the magnitude of your awesome-sauce!! ¬†go on, do it!


INFJ death stare?

who knew such a thing existed?!  not me!

until someone found my blog searching for INFJ death stare.

love that!

thank you random stranger for finding my blog! ¬†appreciate the look, and I promise that if I ever meet you in person, I will restrain my stare. ūüėČ

after doing some research on the topic, I found that an intense stare, looooong, and sometimes angry look seems to be common for INFJs.

and INTJs.

we’re both kinda serious types. ¬†stoic listeners. ¬†and extremely observant. ¬†putting all the patterns together in our thoughts. ¬†senses are on fire. ¬†(sometimes gets a bit overwhelming!)

when it comes to Myers-Briggs, the hub and I both share our dominant function, Intuition. ¬†which is introverted – it all happens on the inside…

we are absorbed taking a lot of sh*t in all the time – no wonder the stare shows up!

I think it’s more of a zone out; we’re on a journey on the inside.

the more I think about it, I do stare at people – I’m fascinated by them! ¬†what is going on in there, I want to know! ¬†what are they thinking…I love making up stories about random strangers.

ran across one descriptor РINFJ eyes are deep Рlike the soul of the holder is looking through you.  cool.  maybe.

or perhaps what we see scares us. ūüėČ

after discovering this nugget today, I recalled a photo of me at my corporate day job.

and there I was, wearing the death stare!

and it was at a happy event!

go figure. ¬†must be mindful of my external expression of what’s goin’ on inside.

good indicator my mask is not in place whenever people ask me, what’s wrong? ¬†

hardly anything is, but it’s usually when I’m deeply focused on something.

and then…someone at¬†@ work this week throws out that I look like Wendy – you know – Wendy from the restaurant.

huh?  whaaat?

he probably got the death stare for that…in fact, I’m sure he did, as¬†he quickly followed up with, well, you’re always smiling, it’s great. ¬†in fact you also kinda remind me of Pippi Longstocking, she was fearless. ¬†and always smiling. ¬†just like Wendy.

and then he walked off.  still makes me giggle.

that’s all I got for the death stare topic. ¬†ūüôā

sidebar>>>love, love how much there is that I don’t know. ¬†yet. ¬†for example, I listened to a podcast earlier this week from my favorite Stuff You Should Know guys, Josh and Chuckers, How does the Barbie doll work…frickin’ hilarious. ¬†those guys always make me laugh. ¬†note to self>>good death stare banishment. ¬†vengeance is mine…if you know Barbie…you know what I’m talkin’ about… ¬†ūüôā

sidebar2>>>working on my first workshop for Myers-Briggs Step II!  super excited!


ps. ¬†also contemplating taking Marie Forleo’s BSchool. ¬†this might be the most least thought-through decision I have made in my life, as I will have to decide by Monday…and I just found out about it yesterday. ¬†but anyone who says mother-humpers on a Q&A call is all good in my book. ¬†seriously. ¬†ūüôā