Today is the second Sunday of Advent. Last year I said this year wouldn’t be as busy and we would be more relaxed to enjoy the reason for the season.
Guess again.
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Today is the second Sunday of Advent. Last year I said this year wouldn’t be as busy and we would be more relaxed to enjoy the reason for the season.
Guess again.
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When we really desire something we figure it out. When it seems too difficult, we create an excuse.
And sometimes, we rebound after our excuses and figure it out anyway.
Wishing you a good path today.
What are you wishing for others?
The same, no?
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Great emotional labor leaves us as tired as great physical labor.
If we understand this, we get it.
If we don’t get it, we should be suspect of the attitude we carry around with us day in and day out.
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Nothing I have ever said has caused more of a reaction than three little words I uttered last week: I’m going gray.
Seven years ago, I let my medium brown color grow out to its’ natural salt and pepper. Then after a few years I hit the bottle again. Fell right off the wagon and into Miss Clairol’s open arms. I got my state cosmetology license back in 1978, so I can dye in privacy if I like. I wasn’t even that upset when I accidentally dropped a glob of color on our new floor. (BTW, Magic Eraser will remove permanent hair dye from hardwood without removing the sheen!) Then last week I decided I was sick of my chin length, choppy bob. And so I got it cut short; very short. With that cut came the decision to go back to my natural color.
I got positive comments on the cut. The comments about the color decision have been interesting to say the least.
“I’m not ready for that!” was a popular reaction.
“You’re so brave!” Actually it was more brave (stupid) standing over that new floor with color glopped on my head.
My favorite, hands down? “You look like you’re about 35 on this picture. Let’s see how old you look when that color grows out.”
Well, I am going to be 55 in May. So maybe I will actually look -gasp, choke- FIFTY-FIVE!
I’m not able to understand what is so bad about looking one’s age. And even if I color my hair and that shaves a couple of years off of how I LOOK, that doesn’t change how old I AM. I think back to when I really was 35. The next year was one of the most difficult of my life. Not sure I would want to repeat that one. I happen to think gray is lovely, and I happen to think that it’s not such a bad thing to look my age. Most importantly, I stopped caring what other people think about how I look YEARS ago. Probably when I was about 35.
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Ever felt there was never any question about the response everyone else would question?
The book has been blessed.
It was a no brainer, a slam dunk, a sure thing.
Bet everything? Bet your life?
Yes!
Why?
To kill it.
Doubt.
Questions.
Hard to explain, and this is just cathartic to write.
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