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Let's Go Crazy

We're all excited.
But we don't know why.
Maybe it's 'cause, we're all gonna die. And when we do.
What's it all for?
You better LIVE now, Before the Grim Reaper come knocking on your door... ~ Prince/Let's Go Crazy
At some point, I stopped enjoying myself. My days had become routine and oh so ordinary. Granted, I had no desire to climb Mt. Everest, go skydiving, or anything mind-blowing like that. I did want to return to a place where there was awe and wonder in my life. I wanted to find idle time to sit on a park bench and daydream. I wanted to lay on the beach, enjoy a good book, while delighting in the sound of crashing waves. I wanted to write more and worry less. I needed to find the courage to truly step off that {self imposed} ledge and fly. "It's time to let loose baby girl. Life is short," I tell myself...it's time to Go Crazy!
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Living My Purpose

I watched her, with my mouth wide-opened as she happily bounced out of her car and into the Dollar Tree Store. In an instant, I imagined her life and who she was. I envisioned her entire wonderfully planned day and groaned. She had long, beautiful, purple curls hanging in her face. That deep, rich purple that I would've loved to have dyed my hair as an awe struck Prince fan back in the 80s. She had a tattoo sleeve gracing her right arm, and a beautiful Celtic design on her left leg. Her green Kia Soul had an Om sticker on the back window, with a Hello Kitty license plate holder. She wore a long flowing white cotton shirt, with a black camisole underneath. Her black pants had glittery blue specks weaved into hem. She had a huge funky, Boho type handbag that simply read 'Peace' across the front of it. Her Mala and silver bangles made a sort of melody as they clicked together. 
I told myself that she was a Yoga teacher, but then tossed that idea in favor of her being the owner…

Removing the Mask

He asked me what was wrong. I honestly didn’t have an answer for him. It was a mixture of many things, yet a paradox of none. My attempts at being authentic failed, and instead I succumbed to a paltry mirror image of who everyone expects me to be. I am your wife, your mother, your daughter, your sister, your friend, your employee…but, that’s not me. I’d embarked on this journey before. Several times actually and this familiar route is always the same.
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Change is Good

On my fourteenth birthday, my grandmother gave me a bottle of a wildly popular, fairly expensive perfume. My mother hinted to her, that perhaps the fragrance was a bit too ‘grown-up’ for me. Needless to say, my teenage ego soared, and I’ve worn this scent ever since.
The other day I noticed that after spritzing my arms and neck generously with my beloved spray, that I’d broken out into hives. Large, painful welts erupted all over my arms, neck, and parts of my face. It was horrible, and yet I refused to believe that my discomfort was the result of my traditional Eau de Toilette. As a precaution, I discontinued its use and vowed to recommit to it after a few weeks. Not even a few days had gone by before I was drenching my skin in its delicate aroma again. Moments later, I was clawing at my skin, whimpering in pain. That was that my love affair with Acme Fragrance B was over.
This upsetting event was yet another addition to the favorites I’d lost over the years. At the age of twenty-five,…

Finding Your Tribe

I’d attended seminars, listened to webinars, and eagerly watched various podcasts. In my search for something ‘more’, I had spent a great deal of time, and money being educated by some of the leading Spiritual Gurus. I’d absorbed it all, and followed their every post, blog, and chat. Countless times, I’d felt as though I’d finally found my peeps. Those rainbow, and fairy dust folks who like me, just wanted to spread love, have fun, and encourage others.
Imagine my surprise a couple of months ago, when I got an email from one of these Gurus prompting me to be personally ‘instructed’ by them. Now, I had no delusions that this wonderful opportunity would be gratis. I understood well, that although this was her calling, it was also her business. Hadn’t I charged for my services? Wasn’t I in fact, in the process of restructuring my hobby to create a thriving business empire?  
About ten minutes into a prodding phone conversation engineered to get me riled up and onboard, she casually drops t…

Leap & the Net will Appear

February 8th 2017. That was the day that I officially took a break, took a step back, got some much-needed rest, went on hiatus….became unemployed. I’d spent most of my adult life working in an industry that was foreign to the word; down time. Being open 24-hours, 365 days a year, meant that like the career I’d chosen, I was available ALL THE TIME. It’d become commonplace to receive a call at 11pm (just after I’d had my third glass of Sangria), from a colleague stating that he couldn’t show up for work, and of course needed me to cover his shift. It was upsetting to get that text at 5am suggesting that I come in to scramble some eggs, because the breakfast cook had yet to arrive for her shift. It was hellish to be on vacation and receive a flood of emails, texts and voice mails indicating that my division was represented negatively on TripAdvisor, and I had one day to respond…from the boat….in the middle of the ocean…on my anniversary…on my vacation.
I complained a lot, imbibed a bit, …