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  I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the way we talk ourselves. I was participating in an online webinar recently when the subject of self-talk came up. During the webinar the host asked us to identify and document negative phrases we used throughout the day. The point of the exercise was to open our eyes to how we treated ourselves and to identify the voice inside of our heads. What an eye-opener. I mean, I knew that I was hard on myself, I just didn’t understand how much of a drill sergeant I was in my own head. Barely…

Let’s talk about fear for a moment, shall we? Fear and I are very well acquainted. VERY well acquainted. I credit fear with some of my most epic decisions – leaving field hockey in high school, not auditioning for the community theater roles, not learning how to sing or dance, not studying abroad, my decisions to cut back on blogging, not pitching myself as a professional speaker at a local conference and on and on. Regrets? I have a few. I’ve been reading a book called Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert these past few days and there is a chapter…

Recently a blogger that I admired named Anissa Mayhew passed away. I learned about her passing on Facebook. She was one of the OG bloggers, man. She was so inspiring and real. The tributes posted to Anissa online were poignant and touching and funny (just like Anissa) and sent me down memory lane and back to the the blogosphere I used to know and love. I started blogging about a decade ago on a bunch of different sites. Back then the blogosphere was very, very different. There was less selling and strategizing and more connecting. The writing was raw and honest and intimate and…

This past Saturday I hit a milestone. I turned 45. I’m not one of those oh-my-God-the-sky-is-falling kind gals when it comes to age, but 45 is kind of a big deal to me. There is something about the five in 45 that makes me wince. But I quickly found out that 45 years old is just, well, 45 years old. Turning 45 means you’re old enough not to feel young anymore, but not quite old enough to complain about it. Mostly the feedback I heard when mentioning my upcoming milestone was “That’s nothing. Wait till you hit <insert speaker’s age…

I got my nosed pierced in in July of 2012. It was family bonding at its best; my brother took me to his favorite tattoo parlor, held my hand and made fun of me while some stranger stabbed me in the face with the biggest needle ever created. I felt like a total badass. I remember at the time I was worried about the ramification of my actions. Would I lose clients? Would my mother-in-law faint? Would my husband ever be able to look me in the eye again? But my biggest concern was … Is this appropriate for a woman my age? I was…

I feel the need to address the elephant in the room… ME. Yes, me and my lack of updating lately on this site. I know, I know. I made this big ole announcement about how I had found my blogging voice and how I was super excited to be writing again and then I was eerily silent. I’ll spare you the sordid details but it involves travel soccer, archery lessons, white knuckling it through the end of the school year and a coworker leaving. (Good times!) I was still writing for Pursuit Of It All but not as much as…

So you may have noticed that I took a small break from my blogging time. (Or maybe you didn’t. Who knows?) These past few months have been filled with transition for me and I needed to put my efforts into managing the change as well as I could. Which worked, by the way. It’s funny. Usually I take on a million things and juggle them all then stress about the fact that I’m not doing any of it well. I finally wised up on myself and gave me permission to drop something for awhile. And the something was blogging and…

On July 10th the entire world changed. That morning began harmless enough. Both my husband and I hurredly got ready for work. I had an early meeting I was prepping for and he was hoping to get out the door before six to avoid traffic. We kissed, said the requisite goodbyes and were on our way. That is, until he showed up again 20 minutes later complaining that the pain in his back had returned. “I’m going to see a doctor today,” he informed me. My husband never sees a doctor (because MEN) so I was surprised at his announcement.…

Sometimes, when I feel like I’ve been a particularly bad mother, I go upstairs to my children’s rooms and clean up a bit. I have two teenage sons and realistically, I should not be stepping one foot into their torrid kingdoms. (Let’s be honest, it smells weird in there and I don’t want to stumble across something I don’t want to stumble across if you know what I mean.)  But sometimes I venture in anyway and tidy it up. It is my way to atone for messing up their lives in some way. (I’m sure I’ve done something wrong. Or irretrievably embarrassed them…

This year will be a year of big changefor me. Only it won’t look big. In fact, it’ll probably be incredibly unimpressive. This year I am giving things up. Impressive things. Meaningful things. Things that people strive for. Things that I used to strive for. I’ve been in a cycle of accomplishment and involvement for years now. At this very moment (aside from my full-time gig) I’m vice-president of the American Advertising Association of Greater Frederick, am co-chairing Portfolio Bootcamp, as well as serving on theFrederick Speaker Series committee, not to mention being amemberof the2015 class of Leadership Frederick County.…