I’ll be frank. 2022 has me stumped and unmotivated. I am not sure what to strive for this year.
While I don’t bemoan getting older, I do “feel” my body more than I used to. It aches a bit more, and I can’t push through things as I once did.
I'm the writer in the family, but I have some competition. Yesterday while helping my son with his math homework, I noticed a paper turned over on the table. I turned it over and saw it was titled, "My Mom."
Beyond learning to be happy with small accomplishments each day, I am learning to live more open and surrendered to what will happen rather than trying to create a certain outcome.
As we spend these weeks in relative isolation, think of people with whom you would like to reconnect and have meaningful conversations with.
Last year's success gives me a fresh perspective, and I'm excited. I want to start a few new habits, as a result.
I didn’t start 2019 with grand fitness goals. I simply wanted to feel better, eat better and look a bit better in a custom-designed swimsuit from Heidi Fish Swimwear.
Some might consider Mr. Dior a late bloomer, given he debuted his first collection on February 12, 1947 at the age of 42. But what a first collection it was, making international headlines immediately and being heralded as “The New Look.”
Wine became my daily way of coping with the stress and the sadness over our upcoming move. Never mind that wine is a depressant!