brain tickler

When is quitting a process giving up or moving on? My brain is tickled by this question. While I introduce myself to the explanation of my not being a good fit to certain life roles, the nagging question always remains. Am I giving in because I am not reaching a level of success as easily and quickly as I expected. Maybe I will never know, maybe I need to wait until my nagging questions have ceased.

glide

Body-surfing the ways life is unpredictable forces me to glide on the clear tranquil ripples that life gives us... a friendly text message, a successful work day, not being overdrawn at the bank..we all have our idea of a good life moment..let's savor as we smoothly glide over them

token in my slot

I was asked out by a city bus driver. A certain question chipped away at my usual reluctance to social interaction...when he puts his token
in a girl's slot , does he ask "all in"?

bubbles

Another day, another eternal flood of soda. Drinking soda has grown from a rationed emotional nectar to my soul comfort. The sugar adding air to my ballooning stomach while bubbles of anxiety float over my ability to sleep. I choose to believe awareness and desire will
quench my thirst for my over-flow of soda cravings.

emotional tool kit

We all have an emotional survival kits. A tool I have decided to add to my kit is the mantra, " I also bring something to the table". The preceding phrase is both simple and empowering..I will select this tool of empowerment for discussions with clients or for any other imtimidating situations. We are worthy of using all tools that are available to us for our best life.

not ready

I wanted to bring two friends of mine together. I thought I asked all the right questions and conducted all the vital research. They came together and had unmistakable chemistry. The one question I did not think to ask, do you feel worthy of being treated properly.

labels

A friend informed me my choice of response was passive aggressive. I was not aware of a specific motive or agenda when participating in my dialogue with him. While I welcome my friends to express feelings of discomfort with my behavior, I may not always welcome my behavior to be classified or labeled.