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What the Mice Taught Me – Part 2

What the Mice Taught Me – Part 2

To read the first part of this story, click here Time to stop collecting That day I realized we had spent too many years collecting. But for me, it went so much deeper. As I worked my way through the house, I started to notice a pattern. The questions evolved from...
What the Mice Taught Me-Part 1

What the Mice Taught Me-Part 1

What the mice taught me… Confession time: I struggle with clutter. This is a long story, so I broke it into two parts. Stay with me, it’s a good one! A while ago I was sitting on my couch, comfortably watching TV, when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I...
Moments Made of Glass

Moments Made of Glass

Fragile Moments I watched as the mug slipped from my fingers. Feeling time slow down to give me a glimpse of the details in the seconds to come; allowing me to view each millisecond as it passed. It fell slowly to the tile floor, and collapsed on itself before...
Rock Bottom

Rock Bottom

Rock Bottom. Weird phrase, when you think about it. But really, what does it mean? For me, it means, I’ve hit a point in this part of my life where the only place left is up. Or in some cases, looking up and waiting for God to drop down a ladder and get me out of the...
Worry Is A Twisted Form of Control

Worry Is A Twisted Form of Control

I worry. A lot. About everything. My control over a situation in which I have none. Those that have full-time jobs outside of the home, it seems as if the phone calls never stop. The “In Box” is never empty. The “Out Box” never gets full. There is always more filing...
I Have Permission

I Have Permission

I am giving myself permission this year. Permission to make mistakes, permission to have bad days, permission to fail, permission to get it wrong. However, I am NOT giving my permission to be mean. No, I may not hurt those around me. I am not allowed to bring others...

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