To sad something out should be a phrasal verb

To sad something out, should be a phrasal verb—a way to overcome sadness by tuning into it to get it over with. I, like many, experience extreme sudden sadness, and now instead of running from it, I sort of bathe in it, marinate in it, and let it go. It has proven a faster and […]

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On having it all, almost

I woke today feeling extremely grateful for the second chance life has given me. Only a few years ago I was divorced, depressed and jobless. Thankfully, I didn’t give up on life and kept on going. At 54 I feel I’ve landed my “almost” dream life.   I’m one lucky woman who found her calling […]

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Simple Little Pleasures at 54

I’m in that stage of life where one could say the train has left the station. It might be true for some things, but for others, it’s the perfect time to enjoy the simple little pleasures. Now,  more than ever I can take advantage of truly simple things especially because I’m alone, over 50, and […]

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Rising way above the ashes

Who would have thought that I would actually rise way above the ashes after what I thought was losing it all? Not me. I’m too old to believe in starting over, but then I did and rose way above. I didn’t do it alone. We do nothing alone. I did it with helping hands galore […]

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How to drown

This post’s title is not to be taken to heart. It’s kind of reverse psychology. I truly understand and know what darkness is, therefore I feel I can write this without any shame. It should have been “How not to drown,” but for some reason, sometimes we need to hear things in a different light […]

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Endings and beginnings

As 2018 ends and we welcome 2019, reflection is a must. We cut our losses and make the most of them but also celebrate the good moments that brought us here. There is no best or worse, it’s a balance. Although time simply goes on. It was decided at some point to set time limits […]

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While I grieved I forgot…

While I grieved I forgot others who are still alive and important in my life. I focussed on my loss, my pain and allowed this to fog my days. I have held to that loss with a strong grip and remained focused on it as if letting it go or connecting with others would in […]

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When grief has nowhere to go

It sits there, like a rock in your stomach not allowing you to move on without difficulty. Everything takes a herculean effort. Senses are numbed, and what once brought you joy easily, now you have to fake it somewhat because you cannot keep talking about it. So, you keep it bottled up, the grief, with […]

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