Photographer — Betsy Martin @betsysinclair
Last year over coffee and kids, two summer-time friends asked me about my love life; had I met anyone? Was I dating? The answer to both questions was the same; no and no. [Read more…]
There are a few things you should know about me; I’m an adventurer and I have a bit of a wild hair. I don’t have a bucket list but I joyfully follow my heart and intuition when it comes to living my life.
Hunter Thomas once said, “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”.
I’m hoping to stay vertical on my current adventure — but, let’s be honest, odds are slim.
Have great week,
A friend recently sent me a text asking if I was “interested in being a model in exchange for a free breakfast”. I responded with a resounding YES, since that’s what friends are for, RIGHT?
What was with last week’s post?
Truth be told, I wanted to play hooky and go to a matinée with a girlfriend; the only way I could make this happen was to re-purpose a bit of writing I had waiting in the wings. Like everything else though, this was done with intention as I also wanted to introduce you to some new stuff. So here goes,
A few months ago, I was asked to write an e-learning module about the Power of Tenacity; as I contemplated the topic, I wondered what makes a person tenacious? Are you born with tenacity, or is it a learned characteristic? If we are born with the ability to be tenacious, how do we tap into it? It was with these questions in mind that I started my research.
Words can not express the great JOY I feel writing to you each week.
I wish you ALL a safe and prosperous New Year!
Happy Holidays,
I was so angry this morning; raising teenagers, it’s the best of times, it’s the worst of times. [Read more…]
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Truth be told, sometimes I’m purely exhausted. So when my son asked if he could contact his cousin about attending some concert, I grunted my version of permission, positive he wouldn’t get tickets. Man, was I wrong.
