Tag: stress

Breathe Through the Pain

I got two tattoos this past weekend.  Because, you know, I’m cool like that.* One of them was on my ribcage, which, according to some, is a painful location to get tattooed.  When the needle hit the thin skin over my ribs, it took my breath away.  The artist stopped and looked up, “you ok?”

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…and just like that, it was over.

…and it begins.     In the first post I ever wrote, I told you how a stranger warned me not to blink or it would be over.  At the time, I was struggling through the “Terrible Threes” with my Jacky.  I told you that I wasn’t going to wish the time away because I knew it

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My Scary Places

I’m reading a book called “The Places That Scare You.”   A friend gave it to me, knowing I was going through some changes in my life. In it, Pema Chondron teaches:  We can let the circumstances of our lives harden us and make us increasingly resentful and afraid, or we can let them soften us and make us

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It’s Time To Take Care of You

This post is for you.  Yes, you.  I know you.  While you’re reading this, you have at least three other things going on in your head.  If you’re lucky, you may be drinking a cup of coffee.  You may have a child on your hip, or you may be at work, sneaking in a little

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Missing: One Toddler

  Name: Timotéo Nicolas Gomez Age: 2 years Eyes: Brown Hair: Brown Clothing: Hanna Andersson top, navy (or likely, no) pants Last seen smiling in April 2016.  This child can be further identified by giant flames which burst from his ears when a commercial interrupts the Little Baby Bum video he’s watching. Or by daggers

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Monday Musings

You guys, I had a tough weekend.  My two-year old had a miserable cold and was, well, miserable.  My 4 ½ year old was forced to stay home due to his sick brother and he has the energy of, well a 4 ½ year old.   My Sunday Funday started bright and early at 5:03am

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Teens in Trouble: Stress and Suicide

Earlier this month several of my friends who routinely commute to New York City for work posted photos of a crowded Grand Central Terminal on their Facebook pages. Trains in and out of the station were delayed for hours and commuters were frustrated. What they didn’t know, was why. Soon, their frustration turned to sorrow

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