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Self Care For Beginners - 4 Easy Suggestions

In my 20s and 30s I used to brag about my invincibility. I would go non-stop and blithely pronounce to anyone who would listen that I intended to “sleep when I’m dead.” I know, I know. I was young and naive. The fact of the matter was that I rarely, if ever, took care of myself. I was always focused on goals, achievements, and meeting the excessive expectations I had of myself. I had a family to take care of! Dreams to achieve! Things to conquer! My high tolerance for discomfort meant I juggled all the balls I had in the air—but at…

New-Year_Resolutions_list

I’m hijacking the Hip As I Wanna Be blog today to ask this question: Would you let someone else set your New Year’s resolutions? OK, OK, I know that resolutions aren’t for everyone. And others LOVE them. To each his or her own. I’ve made them, I’ve met them, I’ve dumped them, I’ve passed on them. So in talking to the very hip (’cause she wants to be) Jen recently, we came up with the idea of setting resolutions or challenges for each other. What?? A departure from the way it’s always done?? Why not? So out of curiosity, I started…

Jen-Gerlock

Groupon wants me to get Botox. No, seriously. They DO. Up until today, my weekly emails were largely harmless, featuring the likes of petting zoos and pottery making. No more. Groupon is now sending me straight down the botulism brick road. “$350 value for only $100. Buy now!” Their timing is ironic; today I turn 43. Getting older doesn’t bother me nearly as much as it used to. When I was in my 30s I dreaded the yearly birthday. (Okay, not everything about it sucked because QUEEN FOR A DAY and all that.) I hated inching towards 40. Doesn’t bother me at all anymore. That…

The Stairs

Ever since I was a kid I’ve struggled with being carefree. I want (oh how I want) to spend the majority of my days throwing caution to the wind but it rarely happens. I find myself holding back in various situations where others wouldn’t think twice. It’s odd because in many ways I am a risk taker and happy to be so.  Holding back is so limiting.  Silly example – the other day I was running through Georgetown and I happened upon THE STAIRS. (You know which ones I’m talking about right? The creepy never-ending stairs from the Exorcist movie.) Shudder. Anyway, I got…

stop-trying

When I lived in Nashville many years ago, my husband and I met this fantastic couple who lived in our apartment building. They were smart, witty, upwardly mobile and truly fun to be around. We became friends and soon found ourselves invited into their inner circle. Their group consisted of couples who had grown up together and spent time together socially very often. There were cook-outs, happy hours, shopping and bunko nights. I loved every minute of it. But secretly I was intimidated by the women who made up the group. I longed to be like them. (They were beautiful!…

time

I barely write anymore. It is one of my greatest loves in life and yet, it is the thing I do the least. My story is  hardly new. I’d be willing to bet that the person reading this post right now has a similar situation. There is something they love to do but never seem to find the time for. In a fast-moving world, making time for our passions can be complicated. I started thinking about my writing conundrum this morning after a Fast Company article caught my eye essentially calling bullshit on my “I just don’t have the time,…

Champagne!

The question: Can you be happy for 100 days in a row? I’m ashamed to admit that I don’t know the answer to that. I mean, I want to give a definitive YES (with jazz hands!!) but if my past state of mind is any indication, probably not. I feel way more in tune withGrumpy Catthese days. I’ve noticed that I have the tendency to think about happiness in terms of WHEN as opposed to NOW. You know, the ole I’ll be happierwhen I lose 10 pounds or when I get my life in order or when the children are…