A Smile is a Smile…

Bertha…gave me an affirmation this morning…and…I’m not quite certain…what it means…or where it’s going…but…what I do know…is…that…resistance…is futile…so…here it is… When in doubt…smile… Hmmm…I had to ask for clarification…and…a second cup of coffee… She…of course…was...

One Girl a Leaping…

Today…Bertha…is encouraging me to have faith…in…myself…to…trust…my instincts…to listen to my heart…and…know…that it is leading me in the right directions…regardless of the outcome… Now…outcome…that’s the kicker…it would be so easy to…trust…my decisions…if…I could be...

Pushing Pushups…

Last week…I started back to the gym…I tried going last winter…and made it a few times…but…honestly…my heart wasn’t in it…and…I don’t think my body was either…even though it had been a year since my Chiari surgery…and even though physical activity should have been good...

Let the Change Begin…Not!

  I remember the phrase from the seventies…it’s not my job, man…from a comedy routine…in my mind I relate it to…Cheech and Chong…although I’m not certain…and it really doesn’t matter…except that it bugs me not to know for sure… Anyway…I should have paid more...