Who am I and Why? Monthly Archives: August 2019
Is this the Gateway to Paradise?
Posted on August 26, 2019 Leave a Comment
Some one thought it was when they took this picture. What do you think? I vote No.
Speak Up!
Posted on August 21, 2019 Leave a Comment
I woke up this morning knowing I wanted to write a post and having no idea of what to say. I seemed tapped out – at least for the moment. Then I remembered my father saying, “you babble on and on,” when I was little and my mother said, “you opened your mouth and haven’t […]
Do you play victim and Don’t Know it?
Posted on August 15, 2019 Leave a Comment
Do you knowingly or unknowingly play the victim? Stay quiet when you should speak up. Even with parents, friends, or work colleagues? Or in retrospect years later when you want to kick yourself. How many times do we say “I wish I had—” said or done this or that. The problem is that when you […]
My dog star’s first five minutes in my house.
Posted on August 13, 2019 Leave a Comment
I introduced you to Star a while ago. If you missed it hop over to my site. She is a rescue dog from the Humane Society. My son was with me when we went to see her. She was overly excited to be with humans again and not on a leash. She jumped all over […]
Overcoming Self Sabotage by Debbie Ford
Posted on August 12, 2019 Leave a Comment
If you are not moving steadily in the direction of what you say you want, you can be certain that you are sabotaging yourself somewhere. As we come to understand the mechanisms and patterns that underlie self-sabotage, we begin to free ourselves…we begin to allow ourselves to interact with ourselves and the world with greater […]
My Ring Is Gone!
Posted on August 7, 2019 Leave a Comment
I don’t know why I was so attached to that ring. It wasn’t the guy ! It was a thing, pretty but that’s all. Still it was difficult to lose.
No one likes to feel guilty.
Posted on August 1, 2019 2 Comments
I said something to my adult son. I didn’t mean it to be hurtful but he broke into tears. Was it my need to get back at him for something he did and I didn’t recognize it? I’ll probably never be sure one way or the other but I felt guilty for what I did. […]
Who am I and Why? 