The reality was setting in that I was now alone after 13 years of marriage. On my own to pay the bills, buy the groceries, and raise my 5 children, the youngest of which had just started kindergarten.
Stinkin' thinkin' set in...
“Can I do it alone? Do I have the strength?”
It was one of those moments when I wondered if my marriage was as bad as I thought it was, as I was now required to face my new norm.
When we find ourselves feeling like our hearts have become a desolate ghost town, it’s time to muster up some courage and motivation to clean out the stink'n think'n, polish our hearts up with some positive words and inspiration, and eventually invite some friends over.
If you are struggling to experience feelings of love and happiness in your life right now, or you desire to increase these levels...today's message is for you!
Sometimes it feels like your brain doesn’t want you to be happy. You may feel guilty or shameful. Why?
Believe it or not, guilt and shame activate the brain’s reward center.
We must confess...this is one of our favorite times of the year, because we’re looking ahead to the holiday season, a new year on the horizon, and there are lots of excuses for FUN (not that we need any! lol).
We’re excited to share a super fun activity with you this week, something we call a Fun Frolic, and it’s Halloween themed!
But before we do, we want to invite you to join us on Facebook Messenger.
Beginning on Monday, November 6th, we’ll embark on a five-day challenge experience focused on connection. Each day, we’ll offer our thoughts on a different key aspect of connection and a few choices for applying the challenge to your own life that day. After the five days end, we’ll recap our shared journey, and continue to offer inspiration, support and playful ideas for experiencing connection throughout the rest of the month!
The best part…well honestly there are a lot of best parts, so we will start with this... you must know that this challenge experience is of NO cost to you.
(Note: this blog is part four of a four of a series. To start at the beginning of the series, click here.)
“Throw it out, it’s dead anyway,” my mother insisted. I caressed my wrapped up treasure and carefully placed it in a cardboard box. I had hope, I had to try. My heart would just not give me permission to let go just yet.
I was an 11-year-old tomboy at the time; and the treasure that I held in my hand was an unhatched pigeon egg I found abandoned in my pigeon coop.
