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The Day I Stepped In Dog S—

Twice. Then tracked it just about everywhere.

Anyone who knows me really well knows that I have the ability to use some of the very best cuss words and nastiest language on the planet. No really. I have a potty mouth that could put shame to a line from a Quentin Tarrantino movie. And if there was ever a time that deserved such descriptive language, THAT was it. Seriously. I had doggie doo-doo up my pant-leg, on two pairs of shoes, on my vehicle floor mats and running boards.

The birth of my son got me thinking about how I want him to talk.  I want to give him a broad vocabulary to use when expressing himself, minus variations on the “F” word and all the other swear words out there. To that end, I have worked to flex my vocab muscle and weed out the gutter-speak.

Cool side effect: Happier. When I stopped using the “F” word and the other explicit profanity in my arsenal as verbs, nouns, adjectives and adverbs, my mood also improved. “This effing-thing!” became “This dang thing.” Minor irritations really ARE minor now. Adding the colorful language isn’t really colorful.  It sort of blows things out of proportion and has the tendency to make us angrier about something that doesn’t deserve that kind of mental or emotional energy.

My son will hear a lot of swearing during his lifetime. And he’s going swear a lot, too. Of all the things I want him to learn from me, that isn’t one of them. I know I will slip up, but that will be the rare exception, not the usual rule of conversation for me.

Oh, and I never once swore during the dog poop incident.

PS: kudos to my sweet hubby who cleaned both pairs of shoes for me!!

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Posted by on April 22, 2013 in Lessons Learned, New Adventures

 

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Self-Discipline

I have nothing to write, nothing to say. OR I have so many ideas, I don’t know where to start. So I won’t.

Self-discipline means doing that thing – whatever “thing” it is – when you don’t feel like it or don’t want to do it or don’t know where to start. Right this moment, for me, that “thing” is writing. Specifically, it is writing here, now, this blog. Like so many bloggers and authors before me, I am actually writing about writing. Or maybe I am writing about self-discipline.

Today I didn’t know where to start. Then I thought of a quote I posted on Facebook. “Now that it’s all over, what did you really do yesterday that’s worth mentioning?” by Coleman Cox. So tomorrow morning when I look back at today I will be able to say I wrote. May not be my best work, or the most viewed blog. But that’s ok. Today’s lesson for me is not what I actually write it’s that I actually wrote.

A few posts back I wrote about living life from a happier state of being. This spring season is about blossoming in a few key areas in my life. I found that being positive takes discipline. Writing regularly takes the same. I often say to clients that “we do last that thing we most love to do.” And yet, we are so much happier, more at peace with ourselves when we take the time to do what we love; when we do that which feeds our heart and soul and body.

Tomorrow morning it will be worth mentioning that I had the discipline to write today.

 
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Posted by on April 15, 2013 in Lessons Learned

 

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The Tears Poem

I wrote this poem when I was trying to conceive. And every month that passed that I wasn’t pregnant, I felt worse. I felt a sadness that that seemed to come from a deep, primal place in me that I never knew existed.  

The Tears Poem

Sometimes – whatever it is
has to come out in tears
because there are
no words
big enough or
true enough

Sometimes – whatever it is
sticks in the bone marrow
held by the DNA wounds
of childhood & youth…
just when we think we are healed
a scratch can start a gusher

Sometimes – whatever it is
steals our oxygen and all our
bright moments
and we are left in the dark
gasping for air
it obscures our light-bearers
holding flames to shine the path
beneath our feet

Sometimes – whatever it is
has to come out in tears
because there are
no words.
~annie~

 
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Posted by on April 11, 2013 in Poetry

 

Don’t Be Happy

Huh? What? Don’t be happy? No. “Happy” is blase-generic. And cliche.

My Dear Son,

Savor moments when all is right in your world.  Be watchful for those times when peace enters your heart. Appreciate nature’s canvas… a sunset, a glacier, a rainbow. Be inspired to do well in all things you set out to try. Be proud of your accomplishments, especially if you’ve done something that has helped another human soul. Feel grateful when kindness and blessings come your way, especially when they are least expected or most needed.

These are the emotions I wish for you, son. They will contribute to a long and healthy and fulfilling life.

Love,
Mom

 
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Posted by on April 9, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Things Go Wrong …

… So that you can appreciate them when they’re right.” ~Marilyn Monroe

If the world were a perfect place where nothing ever went wrong, would we ever learn appreciation?

 

 
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Posted by on April 4, 2013 in Uncategorized

 
 
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