3 Reasons I Swapped Coffee Breaks For Outside Time.

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OK, even I giggled when I typed the post title. I don't work in a traditional office setting and am far too frugal to fire up my Nespresso mid-day (even with my fave knock off coffee pods). Also (non-rhetorical here): Do people take coffee breaks anymore? I'm fairly certain they don't, but the more candid 'I've swapped Facebook breaks for outside fun' didn't flow as nicely. And the message ... Continue Reading

Are you HAM or are you EGGS?

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I rock at saying no and have for a long, long time. For such a long while I can barely remember when I struggled to put myself first and say the word. I was fortunate to realize early in life a misplaced yes didn't benefit anyone. It was a disservice to the other person(s) and it smeared my margins. The latter, the margin blurring, always resulted in a grumpy, resentful Carla. No one ... Continue Reading

Mother/Daughter Journaling.

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Mother/daughter journaling is something we've done for a while. On the surface it's as simple as a shared notebook where we both write. Sometimes serious and frequently silly our joint-journaling offers easy, silent connection. Right now uncomfortable face-to-face talks are not something which challenge the Child and me. At 10 she's still in the ask anything/tell anything phase. She ... Continue Reading

How do you lick your forearms?

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Warning: Heavy handed anthropomorphize'ing ahead. Once upon a time we had a bullmastiff named Hercules (spill out some kibble for our fallen homie). Hercules was a gentle giant in the vein of my beloved Ferdinand the Bull. He looked ferocious, but was great with kids, didn't require much exercise, and loved him some good trash television. Herc was also an anxious dog. He was so ... Continue Reading

Goals Versus Intentions

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Are you exhausted from my yoga yammers yet? I know. I'm the overexcited newly re-converted. I'm proselytizing. I'm preaching to the proverbial choir. I cannot help my damn self. A smidgen stems from the fact I'm stunned I've kept my word. The majority of my zeal, however, is simple: I'd forgotten how (ducks in the bubble) FUCKING AMAZING yoga makes me feel. I don't mean physically, ... Continue Reading

The Power of Personal First Aid Kits.

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Since my first year in college I've had a Personal First Aid Kit. I didn't refer to it as such (& its contents weren't too healthy back then)--but I had one. (early '90s. lots of curling iron.) The kit was always evolving my approach, however, remained the same: Each fall, as I considered which items to tuck away in case of emergency, I'd ask myself 4 questions: In a moment ... Continue Reading

Lavon Hayes would like a cocktail.

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Lavon Hayes loves your outfit! The Child and I recently started watching Heart of Dixie. The 10 year old adores the television show. The Mama finds it a Poor Woman's Gilmore Girls (down to Blue Bell town square which looks remarkably like Star's Hollow), but not without some redeeming qualities. One being sexy Wade Kinsella who appears incapable of wearing shirts and Mama likes it that ... Continue Reading

Meditation doesnt change things.

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The other morning the new 5th grader emerged earlier than usual from her bedroom. Typically, by the time she's ready for conversation, Ive moved on in my day from meditation to coffee. I'm at the computer, occasionally finishing morning pages, usually having started to work. This particular morning, however, I was still seated on my meditation pillow. I like to think I looked like ... Continue Reading

The space between effort and ease.

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Back in the olden days I was an avid climber. Indoor walls. Outdoor bouldering. Indoor bouldering. Outdoor top-roping. Oh, and also? I was a terrible climber. I fared better indoors than out, but really that isn't saying much. At rock gyms I tried to muscle up the wall. I attempted to force my way to the top. I never stopped to read the wall before I began. I never paused to ... Continue Reading

Im telling my brain a new story.

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Last week I had a funny interaction with a friend. Not funny as in ha ha (I love me some those) but funny as in odd. It wasn't too tremendously off, but awkward enough it gave me pause. I invited my friend to do something in October and she declined saying she was busy that month. I embraced the NO. I appreciated the NO. I'm a believer in notion a misplaced YES is a bad thing. I ... Continue Reading

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