Who else can identify with this? Procrastination is a bitch. What do you do when you know you should be doing something else?
@maryrarick Who else does this? #inspiration #motivation #procrastination
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Category Archives: Overcoming Fear, Imperfection, Introversion
Are you willing to do what it takes to get what you want?
My husband just made the comment, “I don’t know how you get a Dana Torres body.” My response? You think to yourself, “I want bacon.” But then, unlike me, you don’t eat the bacon. Continue reading
7 rules to keep from feeling overwhelmed
Are you feeling overwhelmed? Exhausted? Add to this the general malaise that’s plaguing Portland, and it’s no wonder some of us lack energy, let alone balance or sense of calm.
Then there’s the impending holiday season which leaves most people zapped. Plan, prepare, buy, do. Continue reading
Got Balance? (Not Likely)
Last week I had the opportunity to speak with a well-respected endocrinologist on the topic of balance. His point of view might surprise you. Continue reading
Maintenance, and I’m not talkin’ cars
Why is it that as a woman ages “maintenance” time and cost increases?
As teens we started shaving underarms and legs. We graduated to wax and then started work on the nether regions and the brow. Mid-thirties arrive and the waxing now includes upper lip and chin. And then there are the “strays” that appear, unannounced and uninvited, every couple of days.
And that’s just the hair we don’t want. Continue reading
Regrets: I Have a Few.
1. Given another invitation to watch a Shins video in the making, I’d ditch work in a heartbeat. Continue reading
Perfection: It’s Not All It’s Cracked Up To Be.
Raised by woman who spent three years of her early adulthood preparing to be a nun, there are many things I learned to be true:
1. There’s only one right way to do many things: folding towels and cutting onions are among them. Now chances are pretty good that a couple of moms would fold towels the same way that I do, but onions? I cut them the same way every time. And I can tell you with a great deal of certainty that my mother, who lives 2,000 miles away, is cutting them the same as I am. Continue reading
Happiness is…
When I was 12 I thought that someday I’d be happy when I had breasts. Or when I was allowed to wear pantyhose or make-up. Or when I no longer lived “at home.” But when that didn’t happen I thought maybe when I had graduated from college. Or when I was married. Or when I had a mortgage. Or when I was out of debt. Or at least when I lost “the weight.” Continue reading