No one is perfect, certainly not me, but I think we all strive at some time or another in our life to achieve a certain level of satisfaction in being the best you can be. This can mean different things for different people. For me it is being kind hearted and caring for my fellow human beings, for others it is ….
It’s there, lurking. Haunting you like a modern horror movie… crawling across the ceiling, climbing down the walls. It’s the numbing chill you feel in your veins, a whispering in your ear like a neverending wind tunnel. It’s …your …high school photo.
Since we were all kids we may have been taught that failing was bad. Failing a spelling test? Boy, are you going to be in trouble. Flunking your driver’s exam? Loser! But what if we all looked at failing in a different way. No doubt you remember your failures, right? We all do. That time you didn’t….
Almost twelve months ago, I was diagnosed with depression.
That is the first time I have ever just said it as it is, without feeling like I had to justify it. I suffer with depression. And, let me tell you, it’s hard. In January 2014 (I know it was the 25th because I previously liked to admonish myself with remembering the day I fell apart) I went to see the doctor.
What’s important to you? Your job title says it all! Values, just the word alone carries weight to it. It feels big. If a piece of real estate property has “tremendous value,” that means it’s worth a lot of money and it’s in high demand. The word “value” is also used when talking about savings — “Small cost, big value.”
Confidence is a big thing. In fact, it’s everything. It affects your relationships, it determines who your friends are but most importantly, it determines who you are and how you feel about yourself.Confidence is about figuring out who you are. Your insights are developing and growing;
Well it’s finally here, the big 40, this is what 40 looks and feels like, this is the day when my life is going to begin, well that’s what they say anyway. I have been waiting for this day for probably the last year. I know I’m suppose to dread everything about turning 40, but in some strange way, I don’t.
When I was at school, boys always seemed to be mean. They’d tease me incessantly about any number of things – one even went to the extreme of putting itchy powder down my back on a regular basis. When I would ask my mother why they would do this, she would simply tell me that it was because they ‘liked’ me.
I’m not a risk taker. Nope. No, sir-ee! Perhaps I’m too logical with my thinking to allow myself to do something that I know might put me in imminent danger. You’ll never catch me jumping out of a plane, stepping off a rock-cliff or strapping some elastic to my ankles and jumping off a bridge, just to test that it doesn’t break.
At 40 years of age, after having had four gorgeous kids and having worked twenty-two years in the same industry, at the same location, I found myself completely mind-numbed and at a point in my life where I had to take charge and make change. In the lead up to this point, I had spent seventeen months in ‘hibernation’…..