4 Tips for taking criticism without falling apart.

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  I've been slammed with How did you get a book deal?! emails the past few days. While this isn't the how per se---it has tremendously helped me both in that endeavor and life in general. Writer-Carla circa 2000. As a healthy living community we rarely chat about the learned skill of taking CRITICISM. We've focused on the importance of accepting a compliment gracefully. I've yammered ... Continue Reading

We got a book deal! ((tosses #wycwyc’fetti))

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As I sit here--blank post open on my blog dashboard--I barely know where to begin. I'm grateful. Grateful for the fact, once upon a LONG time ago, a blogger I admired (& was almost afraid to approach) agreed to do a guest post for me. Almost exactly six years ago today. This was back in the *day* when there weren't as many of us, Twitter was barely a thing, and blogging could be ... Continue Reading

Consciously uncouple with me?

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Moulan & Ken shall NEVER uncouple. Disclaimer: This post was inspired by the blogger: Beginning Anew. We've previously established I'm *all* about this quote: It just makes sense. All we can do is what we can do so that's PRECISELY the action we should take and do (do be do be doooo). It's the message behind the hashtag wycwyc. Wick Wick (as the child and I say it) is now the ... Continue Reading

Blessings of a shattered phone.

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Ive gotten better at NOT glorifying the busy. I'm back to forcing myself to acknowledge---in the nicest of fashions---declining invitations or turning down work is not a result of my being too busy. I'm saying no because it isn't a priority right now. It's been hard---yet I find it easier each time I do it. No isn't a four letter word.  Living with margins is OK. Life has grown slow around ... Continue Reading

Taking my EGO out of the race.

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When last we left me I'd finished Running for a Better Oakland. The 5k race where the child had been entirely convinced she stood a chance of winning. Propelled by her enthusiasm I agreed to speak at a ZOOMA NAPA event and, the next morning, run their half-marathon. To this misfit-mama it felt like the PERFECT way to encourage my child's nascent love of running (Im jealous! Im ... Continue Reading

Don’t tell me you’re proud of me.

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(illustration by Mary Sullivan ) Once upon a time, my day-job was writing for the Austin American Statesman newspaper. This was back in the olden-eighties (as the child still says) when blogging was an unpaid passion project we did at night and lovely conversations still flourished on the Twitters. A long, long time ago. One of my fave facets of the Statesman job was creating/writing a ... Continue Reading

I wish you comfy.

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I never post on Sundays. As I get older, I rarely post Mother's Day musings.  I've learned it's a day fraught with emotion (not all of it happy) for many people. Today I'm doing both. I had an interaction with the Tornado on Friday which simultaneously took my breath away and sparked me to realize it's *exactly* what I wish for everyone. Allow me to commence navel gazing back up ... Continue Reading

4 reasons I’m jealous of my dog’s Cone of Shame.

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my hairy sidekick and me. To know me is to be sick to death of pictures and stories of our Goldendoodle, Charming. I've resumed my status as Carla the Crazy Canine Lady and I adore it. He's energetic.  He's Doodle'y.  He's now officially known by the nickname The Chairman (apparently Siri has no love for Charming as she insists on changing his name to The Chairman.  Nothing makes me snicker ... Continue Reading

STOP making excuses and START achieving your goals.

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  Before we commence debunking excuses I have to say I'm grateful. I closed the comments on my NO Excuses! tee shirt exercise in hopes *some* of you would create your own tees. Not only did many of you participate/share photos via email---I was thrilled to see an apparel company I love tweeting how they, too, were intrigued by the exercise. My plan had been to write a follow-up ... Continue Reading

Ending the glorification of BUSY.

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yep. awkward dredlocks. Decades ago I learned a lesson which has served me well ever since. It was circa 1994 and I'd recently opened my boutique personal training studio. I was excited. I was terrified. I was eager to train seven days a week, all hours of the day I had a loan to repay and rent to pay. I was (young and energetic and) willing to do whatever it took to make my ... Continue Reading

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