di·lu·tion (dī-lo͞o′shən, dĭ-) The process of making weaker or less concentrated. The other day I was buying dog shampoo and noticed the ones I liked best were concentrated. They suggested a dilution ratio of 3: 1. Three parts water to one part solution. This got me to thinking about thoughts. Thinking a thought has a way
In hindsight I can take a deep breath and be grateful that I lived through the times of intense hyperactivity and anxiety – moving as fast as a locomotive. Learning to be still and quiet was not part of my nature. Feelings of calmness and being at peace were only ideas in theory. Unless I
My friend JayJo had a four-question acid test she used to make decisions: Will it make me Smarter? Richer? Healthier? Or Sexier? If it didn’t pass the muster it was a “NO.” Saying “No” is a skill that can be acquired if it isn’t already deep in your DNA. As a recovering people pleaser, I’ve
“I just went out and had some fun.” That’s what Simone Biles said after winning the Gold Medal. Her refrain has been repeated by winning athletes for as long as I can remember watching the Olympics. “Fun.” What a concept. Clearly an Olympian’s journey to Gold is not about FUN everyday. In fact, Olympians endure grueling
“You didn’t know me when I was hot”……I overheard a mother say to her daughter in the dressing room. A pretty typical conversation girls and women have when looking in the mirror, right? “Oh God, I hate my stomach. I have so much cellulite. My thighs are huge. My legs are like shriveled chickens. My butt’s
Today I asked myself the question; What do you want – a desire that is complete or incomplete? I was stunned by my answer. Incomplete! Incompleteness has the energy of movement and attainment. Successive tiny completions along a spectrum of a goal and desire. Ironically, there is completeness in celebrating incompleteness – it’s known as PROGRESS Progress not Perfection
On the occasion I lay down on the couch to watch T.V., it isn’t long before I am slumped, crumpled into a tight ball, deep asleep, with a little drool slipping from the corner of my mouth. I go down hard and fast. Then suddenly I’m startled awake. I am cramped and stiff. I know
As I contemplated this month’s topic of Practice, it turned out to be a harder task to write about than I’d first expected. My initial perception of this topic (when my amazing friend Kyczy Hawk suggested it) was to share all the fabulous things I do every day to keep me well. But the fact
As a person growing up with all the twists and turns of the unexpected, the foundation was laid, behaviors formed and inconsistency the norm. Absolutely nothing I did was based on conforming to life or learning to “practice-practice-practice.” However, I did understand the roller coaster ride of being obsessive when I wanted something. Although I
Practice practice practice! In spite of my demented desire to be perfect – I have little desire to practice. At least that used to be the case. Not the wanting to be “perfect” part – but my energy for practice. That, I am coming to enjoy. The word “practice” is pervasive in recovery literature, in any