Over Committers Anonymous

I have dear friend that recently retired from teaching, (Congrats Kathy Kopp!) and for her roast we were asked to write her a letter. This letter was meant to be satire but yet tease her about something funny she does. So, this is what I wrote. I share it with you because one of my BFF’s recently said she can’t stop thinking about it and that it held a lot of truth. So, for your enjoyment:

KK roast.


yes I have iPhone injuries.

I will share that I have an inflamed thumb joint on my right hand. My husband is convinced it is from using my phone too much. I disagree, because being on my phone isn’t anything new. It flared up right after moving and I was doing projects all day. While I will gladly admit I am on my phone constantly, it is not from that. (I do have tendonitis in my left elbow from the weight of my iPhone X.) But the point is that it hurts to journal. And i journal quite regularly. Every time I sit down to write now it hurts, so I am just going to journal on here for a few weeks while my thumb heals and see if I can develop a habit.

I also realize I should update you on some of my prior posts. If you haven’t read them, I am referring to ‘I have a problem’ and ‘demons in my head’. I have very much tightened down on my random spending. Rusty and I sat down, came up with a new plan and are sticking very closely to budget, which is kind of amazing. We have a brand new house and all I see is opportunity! But the last thing we want is to get into debt again, so we are learning to pace ourselves. And it feels GOOD! It also makes me realize how ridiculous my spending was on things I can easily live without.

As far as my demons go, I am not talking ugly to myself nearly as much. I have started walking with my neighbor girls and we are up to 3-4 miles, twice a week. Then with the running around I do on the weekends (especially in the summer), I am getting in 50,000 steps or more in in a week! That helps for body image. I am also drinking KetoCoffee from It Works (my daughter sells it. if you are interested, click here and leave her a comment.) every morning. I love it and it gives me great energy.


That’s all it takes, one step at a time.



Why do we fear failure? Why do we deep down overthink things and then put so much pressure on ourselves? I have been WANTING to write on this blog. But I haven’t done it. You know why? Can you guess? I have been fearing the result. I have a whole list of things to write about. Or even just ‘talk about’ as I view it in my head. But I keep getting hung up on the fact that it has to be GOOD. or maybe even GREAT. So, I don’t put it out there. I don’t do this. Which is what I want to do. Soooo D U M B.

I have this belief that my words will not having meaning. or value. But yet, I receive such good feedback when I do sit down and put my thoughts out there. So then I ask, what am I AFRAID of??? I don’t understand this block.

When my sister and I did Brené Brown‘s Living Brave class, she taught us about the SFD: Shitty First Draft. She said one thing we needed to do was sit down and just write it. Write down everything you are thinking and feeling. She said you can burn it when you are done. But the main point is just to do it. So I know this is the way to get started. I know that as a writer the key is to write. Yet, I still have fear.

And so one more time I ask myself, what are you so afraid of? That no one will read this. Or that everyone will? That people will think less of me, or differently? I tell myself I don’t really care what people think. But that is so not true. Because deep down I TOTALLY do. And I think most of us do. We want to be liked. We want to be loved. We want to be approved of.

So what you are you afraid of? What are you not doing because you deep down are afraid?




So for the last 4 years I have chosen to follow this idea of One Little Word by Ali Edwards. It’s an idea where you let a word come to you and that is your word for the year. She can explain it better than I in this video, so watch this if you have three minutes:


I’m sure my word this year seemed obvious as my OLW (One Little Word) for 2018 is new. Makes sense as I have a new house, in a new city, with a new life. But my past OLW have revealed things to me that are beyond the obvious. And we have had a tragedy in our lives. One of my son’s very best friends, who was more like a part of our family, passed away on Dec 23. We are not sure how he died but he had a drug problem so the speculation is that is what took him. Because of this and my deep sadness, I think I also have a new view on life.

It will be interesting to see what this word reveals to me as the year goes on. My word for 2017 was write. Which I originally thought I was supposed to journal more and then I started this blog. After the second post I realized that this process was also part of my OLW of 2017. It’s all so interesting how life unfolds.

The crazy thing is that I spent 10 years in a fog of depression, fearing these two letters that defined my life: MS. And now that time has passed, I am very healthy and feeling great and yet, I am new. I am 45 years old, how is anything new?

How about the way I see life? Every second is a blessing. The ability to write you this, on my MacBook computer, from my new house in my new craft room, is a blessing. I am wearing clothing I bought at a store and wash in a machine. I have food and water whenever I need it, and I even through some away when it goes bad. What a concept. I spent years wanting more and never felt full and now I embrace so much as a blessing and am always full.

Can I share a secret with you? But you can’t tell. I am sick of shopping. I have never been sick of shopping. I have been so diligent with the process of decorating this new house and staying right on budget. We allotted a set amount and that is what I spent. Talk about NEW!!! That is the new me right there. I have cleaned out and gotten rid of things that were perfectly good items because I didn’t have room for them!! What? Again, can you hear the sarcasm? I have never been this way. never. I am still verging on hoarding in my craft room, but that is a work in progress.

I will get there.

And I am happy to be back to writing. Sitting here, in my new space writing.



Demons in my head


I am heavy hearted. I have come to a ginormous realization, the kind that changes your life. I don’t know why it happened yesterday as nothing unusual was going on. But I have had a huge personal breakthrough.

For as long as I can remember I have struggled with my weight. My first Weight Watchers meeting was when I was 13. I can’t recall what I weighed but at the time I felt very large and had what I thought was a big tummy. Looking back I’m surprised they let me join. And since then, I have done almost every diet plan out there. I have ranged from 111-199 pounds in the last 32 years. Right now I am nearing my highest point again and this time it is REALLY REALLY bothering me.

Part of my big realization is the fact that I can not stand when I hear women berate themselves over their weight or their appearance. I am quick to correct them and tell them something beautiful about themselves or remind them that their legs work so they should be grateful. This pet peeve has come around in the last 5-10 years as I have watched the media destroy women over their appearance and it kills me. I used to be SO hard on myself at such an early age, and I let so much of it go.

Or so I thought… One part of my realization is that I still talk very ugly to myself but I do so way down deep, ever so quietly. Its almost worse to think you are kind and loving to yourself and realizing your thoughts are vicious. I am not nearly as outspoken about my disgust at my body, even in my own mind… I just call myself ugly things. I am my own bully.

In the apartment we are living in now, you come out of the bedroom and right in front of you is the bathroom counter with the mirror. You can quickly turn into the living space and not look at the mirror.  But if you are heading to the sink or the toilet, you are facing it head on. I see myself walk to the bathroom every morning and all I quietly think is ‘gross’ or ‘disgusting’. You see what I mean? My daily thoughts of telling myself I am worthless or lazy for not exercising have gotten so much better. I talked myself out of those thoughts… yet my demons still lurk.

As you all probably know, assuming you are all my friends that read this blog, my daughter has lost 135 pounds. She is 17. I have watched her transform herself by doing all the healthy things we are told to do: smaller portions, more water, no eating past 7pm, no soda, no snacking. She is a TRUE inspiration (130poundsgone on Instagram) and yet I lived with her and continued to gain weight. I am asked often ‘why did she decide to lose weight?’ which I think is an interesting question. I think she just got tired of being over 260 pounds as a teenager. And yesterday I got tired of being over 190.

Having MS is hard on a body. I remember when I was diagnosed at 27 and the doctors said I would ‘age early’. They said I would know the feeling of stiff joints and loss of flexibility before others my age due to the disease. I didn’t register what that meant. I educated myself on the BEST way to take care of myself with this disease. So I started on my regimen of MS medication and a new dose of supplements every day and I lost weight. I had lots of baby weight still on, as my daughter was 5 months old when I was diagnosed in April. By Christmas of that year I was down to 135 lbs and feeling really great. I thought I had this MS thing all under control.

And then the depression hit. By April of the next year I was so depressed I could hardly get out of bed. I was looking at a two story deck, while my children were playing next to me, and wondering if I would do enough damage if I jumped off it. I was not well. I put on 20 lbs in 2 months. I ended up having to change my MS medicine as we realized that was the culprit of the depression. I went from a weekly IM injection to a every other day SQ injection. I got better but never got as healthy as I was at the Christmas before. The depression monster started lurking around regularly, always reminding me it was right there whenever I wanted to chat.

Over the next decade I switched my MS medication again due to another bout of depression (this time it was a daily SQ injection), saw many therapists, took various doses of antidepressants and analyzed the shit out of myself. I beat myself up internally on a level that was never healthy. I acted strong and confident on the outside while I ate all kinds of junk late night and buried my pain and fear in all kinds of things. I searched for answers and slowly began peeling back the onion of my heart to figure out who I really was.

Then a few years ago I was introduced to Brené Brown‘s work. She is a shame researcher from the University of Houston and has written several books. Between my latest therapist at the time, and The Gifts of Imperfection, I started valuing myself a little more. Then in Spring of 2016 I did the Living Brave online class with my sister and Brené officially became my new (virtual) therapist. Her work opened my eyes to all kinds of things. I started seeing the world as a more beautiful place (and really meaning it.)

As my weight has slowly crept up again with this new move and living in a small apartment, I realized I am still not balanced. I was strong enough to give myself an injection everyday for 12 years but continued to secretly hide my pain in a bag of chips or popcorn. I made a million excuses to why I ‘couldn’t’ lose weight: MS, antidepressants, PCOS, you name it. I made excuses about how I couldn’t push myself physically because I couldn’t let my core get hot, while the whole time I was sitting with 50+ pounds around my middle and not exercising in the name of overall health. What bullshit.

I take a handful of supplements and vitamins everyday because I have read they help the brain. I am willing to do what it takes to be as proactive with this disease, yet I have held on way too tight to my horrible eating habits as a way of comfort. I overeat. I snack late at night. Yes, I’m gluten free, for my health…ha! But I can eat a whole box of GF cookies in one sitting. It’s not about what you eat, as my daughter has shown me, it’s about HOW MUCH. And more importantly, it’s about how much do you value and LOVE yourself? Food has always been my crutch, but no more.

I am committing to forgiving myself for the way I have abused my body. I am learning, at 45 years old, what balance really looks like. And no matter what we think, we have to dig deep down and ask ourselves what we are really thinking when we walk in front of the mirror, to the bathroom in the morning.



I wasn’t just LAZY


So now that I have sufficiently scared my husband into thinking I’m going to bankrupt us, I can go back to talking about my MS and how I got to where I am today. But first let me say that this shopping thing is real. I laid in the bathtub and shopped, the night after my last post, for awhile before I even realized what I was doing. I shopped for household goods that we need but I didn’t order anything. So progress I guess…

And speaking of progress, let me update you on my diet since I left you there. I did follow the Paleo Diet for the full 90 days and felt amazing. I regained my life back in a mere 3 months and ‘ate’ every word I ever said about diet being unable to affect my MS symptoms. I was shocked at my results. I had not had this level of energy for years. I felt GREAT.

Growing up as a teenager especially I remember having times of feeling extremely LAZY. My family would want to do something remotely athletic and I would dread it. Even skiing, which I loved, was becoming a chore. I perpetually thought I just didn’t move enough because I was a firm believer that “energy breeds energy,” as that was how I was raised. If I’d get off my ass I would feel much better but yet there were times it seemed impossible.

After my diagnosis I remember feeling justified. See, you suckers, I wasn’t lazy, I was SICK! It explained why I could always sleep longer and sounder than anyone else. The belief is that MS starts developing in your teens and is a culmination of a series of things that cause someone to develop it. It’s quite fascinating if you read the linked page about the 4 things that must be in play for MS to develop. It’s like russian roulette, and I got the chamber with the bullet.

For years I used to drag myself around the house. I would sit on the couch all day because my limbs felt like they weighed 300 pounds each. I would sit on the floor with my kids when they were little and fall asleep. Let me tell you, it’s pretty scary to wake up and realize you have been asleep while your young children are playing by themselves! I have missed school pickups, school parties, sporting events, birthdays and all because I was too tired to get there. If I ask my kids what I was like when they were young they say “asleep”. It breaks my heart.

Right after I was diagnosed someone emailed me this story. It is called ‘The Spoon Theory.’ It is written by Christine Miserandino about her explanation of life with a chronic illness. When I first read it I felt like my MS experience was finally put into words. I sent it to all my family and friends and tried to explain to my young kids. I can remember my daughter asking me, ‘how many spoons do you have today Mommy?’ But I had a hard time knowing how many spoons I had. I simply knew they were running low and it was only 10am.

Not long after I was sent this story, we bought our first iPod. We thought it was the greatest thing ever and after using it for awhile I felt like I could relate better to the battery on it than actual spoons. I think I struggled because I was never sure how many spoons I ‘should’ have when the day started. Some days I would wake up with 4 and some days 20. But the battery on the iPod suddenly became more tangible and I started adjusting the spoon theory to the battery. Then my daughter’s question became ‘how much battery do you have Mommy?’ and I felt like I could give her an answer that made more sense.


The hardest thing about MS for me has been the fatigue. I would wake up some days, after sleeping 10-12 hours and still be in the ‘red’ on my battery. I would have to stay close to home all day because I needed to be plugged in to my bed. I can remember going to the grocery store, for years, and being so overstimulated by the lights and choices that I would have Rusty meet me at home to carry the groceries in and put them all away. I had to go straight to the couch. When I gave up the things in my diet that increased my inflammation, that all went away for me. I was back to being the ‘energizer bunny’ I had been when I was younger…and it scared me.

When I first got my energy back I remember being so scared that I would do something and it would all go away. I knew I couldn’t keep up the strict Paleo diet so I started adding things back in slowly to see what I could tolerate and what I couldn’t. I realized that gluten was definitely my BIG TRIGGER for the fatigue. I could envision it coursing through my body gobbling up my energy as if it was PacMan. I don’t believe gluten caused my MS but taking it out of my diet definitely decreased the systemic inflammation I had and made me feel so much better.

I still have maintained the gluten free lifestyle. Occasionally I will get ‘glutened’ and I get instant headaches and fatigue. It takes 14 days to get the gluten out of your system, so I get real strict after that. I can have a bite or two if it is a small ingredient and not be too bothered, but I know for me it is something to watch. My next ingredient I really need to work on is SUGAR. But just like I could never imagine giving up bread, I am dreading the idea of no sweets. As with gluten, I think I will eventually enjoy the way I feel much more than what those bites are worth.





I have a problem.

buy now

My name is Lou. And I am a shopaholic. Seriously. I don’t take this lightly when I post about this problem. I have gotten in a terrible place of ordering something from Amazon Prime everyday. I get a rush off the Order Placed page, tracking the package everyday, and I get another rush when it arrives. It doesn’t last long enough, once it arrives, so I do it again. And again. I am buying things I can justify, but still spending money that I don’t need to spend. For me, it is a true addiction.

If you have ever seen my craft room you know I have this problem. My sister walked in one time and said something like, “You know they have a show for this. It’s called Hoarders.” Ha, ha I said and we laughed but I knew it was true. It hit way too close to home and god bless a sister for putting those words out there. I have bought thousands of dollars in craft supplies that I have only touched when I was placing them in their location and again when they were moved.

This has come to light recently because we packed up our house of 17 years this last spring. We gave things away, threw them away or put them in two storage units. We moved to an 800 ft2 apartment while we are building a new house. The cleaning out process took months. Like 5 months. My children have left home and I had baby clothes and baby furniture in my attic! As we were cleaning out my husband said, “Do you realize we have paid for some of this stuff three times: once when we bought it, twice to store it all these years and finally, we are paying for a roll off dumpster (3 in total!) to throw it away. Have I mentioned I have a problem?

Thank God I am not addicted to something worse, something that will kill me. But this is not good. I get bored so easily and I shop online. I wander the stores day after day looking at material items I don’t need. I love to get on Amazon and look at gadgets. Or technology. Or books. Or craft supplies. I made myself stop buying yarn a few years ago because I wasn’t even KNITTING anymore. It’s really ridiculous and trivial. I love a deal and feel justified when I find one.

And all this it bothers me. That’s why I am sharing it. I don’t want to be THAT. I don’t want to buy things I don’t need. I don’t want to waste money. I see all the consumerism in the world and it bothers me. I see other people waste money and think of all the good we could be doing in the world with that money. All the people we could be helping. But don’t they say if something bothers you repeatedly it’s because it’s usually your own issue you are looking at? Or one of my favorite scriptures about remove the log from your own eye before you comment on the splinter in theirs? I am struggling.

I saw a quote recently on Pinterest that hit home for me:

He who buys what he does not need steals from himself. 

I need to have that tattooed to my arm. Seriously. Somewhere that I can’t get away from. Somewhere that will stare me in the face so that I don’t spend my days shopping. It doesn’t help either that I am not working right now and I’m bored. I sit in this little apartment, that I mentioned above, and count day the minutes until our new house is done being built. But then I will have to shop. For new things. New furniture. New bedding. New towels. New organization. And that scares me.

It scares me because I will have to jump into the world of consumerism. And although some of you may think I am saying all of this sarcastically, or tongue in cheek, please know I am very serious here. If I wasn’t married to a finance guy I would be in real trouble. And isn’t that part of our society today? On the new Netflix hit, Ozark, Jason Bateman states, ‘Half of all American adults have more credit card debts than savings. 25% of us have no savings at all.’ I looked it up. It’s true. So I’m not alone in this ballgame. And thank god for Rusty.

I am going to focus my energy on reading and crafting and STAYING OFF of Amazon. And West Elm. and Restoration Hardware. And if I can get my heart and mind in the right place and meditate on my new mantra from above then I can make a change. And I will. And I want you all to hold me accountable. I need it.




Diet won’t help my disease!

So the problem I have with blogging is I overthink it. I feel like I must say something worthy if I’m going to put it out there for the world to read. But I have to remember:

  1. The world isn’t reading MY blog. yet.
  2. What I have to share is worthy. Or at least I need to think it is.

I posted my last blog post and was nervous. Would anyone read it? Would they relate or appreciate it? And I got GREAT responses from so many of you! And I felt valued. All I wanted to do was blog more and more and share lot of things. But the days passed and I started second guessing what I should say. I started analyzing your comments about what you liked and the things you related to. But remember, I am trying to just be. So I shouldn’t analyze, like I was raised to do, and I shouldn’t overthink. I should just put myself out there.

I realized I also left you all with thinking I was hanging out with those two spinal lesions and life was scary. Well I’ll tell you, it was for several years. I continued to live in a depressed box and hide. I was so afraid of this stupid disease. I let it rule my life. I let it win. I had slowly added some things into my routine that I thought would help, like weekly massages and then CranioSacral Therapy. I continued my church work and reading and of course, crafting (always). But I said no to most things physical or scary. Anything that warmed up my core was a big NO. Because it then made me more tired or more tingly on my right side.

I continued to take the MS meds that were prescribed to me, while I also took a handful of alternative vitamins and supplements. I had good days and bad. I kept myself out of the hospital and my MRI’s, that I had every 18 months, were stable. I would have a small brain lesion pop up here and there and then go away. No steroids, no treatment other than Copaxone. I was stable, but not very happy. And definitely not living my life the way I really wanted to.

The one thing I always wondered though, was about my spine. My Neurologist said if I wasn’t having spinal symptoms there was no need to do a spinal MRI, only the brain. But that worried me. I kept envisioning those little white plaque spots, or lesions, sitting there next to each other on my spinal cord. They haunted me. I would joke about a wheelchair and no one found it funny. But it was always on my mind.

In 2011 or so I developed a band of numbness on my left side around the middle of my abdomen. It is commonly called an MS hug and it was rather uncomfortable. From a medical standpoint it was pretty cool, because it was so numb and tingly up to the middle of my spine or my tummy and then right next to it, I felt fine. Totally normal. No numbness. So my Neurologist finally ordered a spinal MRI. Sure enough, I had a new spinal lesion. But guess what, the other two were gone. GONE!

Let me explain quickly that some people get MS lesions and they are there forever! Not me. Mine actually heal and I knew that from my repeated brain MRIs over the years. But I always wondered if the spinal ones did. Well now I knew. No more fear of a wheelchair. My spine would heal just like my brain and I could let those old lesions go.

About this time I was also being somewhat harassed by my friends who had recently started following a Paleolithic diet and they were all convinced that it would cure me. I thought they were full of shit. And I repeatedly said things like, “Oh that’s sweet, but a diet isn’t going to help me.” I thought that for several reasons: 1. I am a nurse and was trained in western medicine so I believed in FDA approved medicine and treatments. And 2. I did not want to give up carbs. I love to eat.

One day for some reason I stood in the local coffee shop in Winter Park and Wade Wilderman, the owner, told me a story of his son. Cody was a professional mountain biker and in great shape. He had recently been diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. Type 1. That means your body does not make insulin. You are usually diagnosed with Type 1 as a child. Cody was in his early 20’s. I thought that was almost unheard of. He had been put on a strict regimen of dietary changes and insulin. Multiple shots a day. I was devastated for him. But Wade spoke of Cody making the decision to switch to a Paleo diet after reading Robb Wolf’s book The Paleo Solution. He said it had drastically changed Cody’s life and health. He said Cody was needing less and less insulin a day. I was floored. It didn’t make sense with my western medicine mind.

So I went home, told Rusty (my husband) the story, and we bought the book. Needless to say, we went Paleo for 90 days and it changed my life. 100%. What I realized was that all the gluten I was eating was causing an immune response in my body that kept my constantly fatigued and depressed. The results were amazing. Everyone always wants to know if I lost weight, which I did, but that wasn’t the result that changed my life. (I will do another post on my weight when I’m up to it.) My fatigue went away! I had my old normal energy back again.

And it felt great. Since then that I have eaten every word against dietary changes helping my MS. And they taste great.

But it took a long time for me to let go of the fear of my disease.

I had to turn 40 for that.



All you need is A duck

My name is Lou Thompson. I am a 45 year old female, living in Lakewood, Colorado. I am married and have two children. I am someone who loves to think and talk and analyze. I love to learn and to research. And I love to craft, with paper.

I have had a blog that I rarely posted on for many years. It was mostly about crafting with some personal things thrown in. This one is new and is going to be DIFFERENT.

Different you ask? How? Why?

And the reason is that I have something to say. And even more to hear. And things to share.

In 2000 I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, which is very mild for me. Thank heavens! If you walked into my office/craft room now you would never know. If you spent 2 hours with me, you would never know. Except that I would probably tell you, as it does play a part in who I am today. I wish I could say it plays a small part. But I would be lying, because it has impacted my life tremendously in the past 17 years. I am not going to list all the ways it has now, as that would take hours, but it will come up again. And it plays into my decision making considerably. It also is a reason I had the epiphany I had that leads to today.

After struggling with this disease and symptoms of numbness and tingling, I was hospitalized over the July 4th weekend in 2004. I was experiencing numbness to the point that I couldn’t tell if I was done going to the bathroom or not. So before I lost control of my bowel or bladder I decided it was time to call the neurologist. He immediately wanted me admitted for a 5 day round of IV steroids.

My children were 6 and 4 at the time. We were living in Winter Park, Colorado. We were 75 miles from the hospital and the IV steroids had caused blood sugar issues for me in the past. So we took the kids to my parents and headed down the mountain.

I received the treatments and had various routine tests performed. The second day I was there I was seen by the doctor on call, who happened to be Dr. Allen Bowling, who is a renowned Neurologist and MS Specialist. He explained that what we had seen in the last 4 years of following my disease was a classic case of Relapsing-Remitting Multiple Sclerosis. He said what we had found this time was a case of Spinal Multiple Sclerosis, which was a totally different ballgame. He said I had two inflamed lesions on my spinal cord that were very close together. He said these were what was causing the extreme numbness in my groin and the right side of my body. He said the problem with the location of these two lesions was that if a third developed in the same location, or one of them grew to be much larger, I had a very strong chance of being paralyzed from that point down…

What? Did you say paralyzed?

And I sat there and thought, what the fuck? So for the next 3 days I prayed and I thought and I asked God to very clearly show me or tell me how to prevent that from happening and how to not have to be hospitalized again. I cried. I moped. And I waited…And the only message I kept hearing over and over was, ‘be. just be.’ But I had no idea what that meant.

The IV steroids helped my numbness. I did end up needing insulin twice in the 5 days, so it was a good thing I was there. But then I went home, with a round of 10 days of oral steroids (Prednisone) that started at 80mg the first day. If you don’t know anything about Prednisone, I will tell you, they suck. They fix things but they mess with you. Bad. I hardly slept for weeks. They wire me so that I would stay up all night and play The Sims video game on Playstation or shop online. I would journal, as I had since my early teens, and read.

At this time in my life I had an active youth program going at our church that I had started. I met with 25-30 high school kids on a monthly basis and contacted over 100 by mail. Remember, we lived in a very small town so this was a big success. I loved it but it was also very draining on me, as I was terrible at setting personal boundaries. The time was coming to get programing started again for the school year but it wasn’t coming together for me and all I kept thinking about was what I had heard in the hospital. ‘be. just be.’

After sitting with that for about two months I finally felt very at peace to just walk away from my Youth program and take care of myself for once. I was not good at that. I still thought a lot and prayed a lot about what ‘be. just be.’ meant. And one day in September I got another line. It was ‘you are enough just in who you are.’ And suddenly ‘be. just be.’ made perfect sense.

Since that time I have challenged and challenged that message. I have changed careers several times. I have jumped into things that wore me out in the end and every time I would get frustrated and wonder how I let this happen again. I was quick to forget that all I needed to do was ‘be. just be.’ and that was enough.

Now here I sit at 45 years old. My children both have their own apartments. I have left Winter Park and we are settling down in Denver. And I still struggle with ‘be. just be.’ I am a do-er and feel that my worth comes from what I do, how I perform, what kind of recognition I get… sound familiar?

This new blog is going to be my way to ‘be. just be.’ I am going to share my thoughts, questions, fears, love and me with the world. the REAL me. Not the bullshit one that I put out so often when I am not conscious enough to think about what I am doing.

So now you have processed and you think, ‘ok, but why the duck?’ I was listening to The Alison Show on her podcast recently and Alison said people are so afraid to get started sometimes because they think they need their ducks in a row first. And she said (and was paraphrasing Seth Godin)  ‘you don’t need your ducks in a row. You just need A duck. Just one. Just get started.’

So after all the years I have thought that I should put myself out there or write a book or something… I am starting. And here is my duck.