It’s not about the minivan…

I felt bad for the car salesman. He was so new to the dealership that he didn’t even have business cards yet and I was sitting across from him having a full-blown identity crisis. He definitely wasn’t trained for what I was experiencing. The day had started very differently. We have a new driver in

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Jesus cheering…

Making lists helps me figure things out. So, about a decade ago, when I was trying to make a decision about my job, I made a list. On one side, I listed the people who were ready for me to move on or stay at home or whatever I decided to do. This list filled

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On Being Brave(r)

I’ve been working on being braver. Flat out “brave” is too high of a goal. Braver, though, seems possible. I have so much room for improvement that no major heroic acts are necessary. To become braver, I basically just need to stop wishing I could disappear. This new quest for bravery was brought on by

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Holding On

I hesitated to write about this because I would do just about anything to take away my own depression and don’t like that it is part of my life. I have learned, though, that not making eye contact with this illness doesn’t make it go away. I know that February can be a hard month

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Would I jump on a horse to make this happen?

I’ve been spinning my wheels a lot lately, obsessing over things that seem broken. I needed someone to help ground me, so I signed up for a goal-setting workshop. The workshop included a helpful presentation about core values and goals that helped me find some clarity. I was in this goal-oriented, “searching for meaning” state

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To the mom who cancelled Christmas: I feel you

Growing up, we had a friend whose mom lost her mind one Christmas Eve. As I recall the story, the kids were all acting up and fighting; someone didn’t want to wear a tie to church and someone was whining and I’m sure they’d all had too much sugar. The mom, who was probably exhausted

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Shouldn’t I be done with this by now?

  As a spiritual practice and an act of intentional denial, I hardly ever weigh myself. I’ve found that weighing myself makes me kind of crazy and I prefer to just judge my general health by how well my clothes fit. I decided, though, to join a contest at the new place where I’ve started

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The Work of the World

Every year on New Year’s Eve, my grandfather would step outside onto their back steps and play his trombone. He played “Auld Lang Syne” loudly and not particularly well. It didn’t really fit with the rest of his life, his everyday life, as the son of farmers, as an ex-Marine pilot and a Shell Oil

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I left my phone at home and we all survived

  I have been accidentally leaving my phone at home a lot lately. I’ll race out to run errands or attend one of my children’s events and realize that I forgot it again. This being without my phone is new for me. I think one of two things is happening. The first possibility is that

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