My grandma used to say “No use crying over spilled milk” now and then when I was a little girl. I didn’t understand it at first – especially when I hadn’t even had milk. Or spilled it. Be grateful that you can pour another cup of milk. Or that you had a floor, or table, to spill it on.
I’ve had several weird dreams this month. And the information I’ve gathered from them has led me to see the error of my ways – in my business, design career and blog. Here is how it went down and what I’ve learned from this big mistake.
A hearty hello from your ta tas. Yes, your bosom. Boobs. Whatever term seems to be en vogue at the moment. We would like to take a moment of your time to discuss breast cancer.
Back in 2014 and 2015 when I was dealing with treatment for breast cancer and the after effects I read “Be Here Now” by Ram Dass and it struck a chord with me. The last thing I wanted was to be where I was then. Tired, in pain and full of fear. I only wanted to fantasize about how my life was going to look when I kicked that cancer to the curb. I wanted to think about all of the things I was going to do.
I wrote out a list of goals for my 50th birthday year – things I want to do before I hit 51. I wrote it in early January before I got the great news…
When I was going through breast cancer treatment I was DOING something about my cancer. I was actively fighting. Afterward, I felt like I was just sitting around waiting for the next test or doctor appointment.
This time of year can be so hard. Loss of loved ones, sickness and…