Body Soiree

I love to see people doing kind things for other people. The opening of a door, picking up something that someone dropped, or paying for someone's coffee. All acts of kindness that back in the day would have been rote; not so much in today's market, huh?  Bad news and bad behavior seem to be king and the king is doing big business. We have two types of people here: The naughty that are never nice and on the other hand the self-aggrandizing, bloated ego and oh, please stroke it! Look at what I did club. The naughty but never nice people I can deal with. We all see them for who they are, because they don't try to be anything else. There is no pretense; they are jerks. It is the other group that bothers me. I started this blog by listing a few kind things that I have seen people do for others, now imagine the same people, after doing these kind acts, running to their computers to  immediately  post, tweet or blog about what they had done? I have seen this happen, on a bigger...

I woke up today aggravated. I mean really in a nasty mood, I don't know why, I was just...mean.  It was a mood where nothing made me happy, the voice in my head was peevish, grouchy and full of snark! and I am not at all proud of this. You know it is a bad mood when coffee won't even help. What!? No, my great comforter coffee couldn't even get me out of this dark cloud. When I get like this, and sometimes I do, the best thing for me to do is a self-evaluation. My first question to myself is: What the @!#& is wrong with you!? It is asked in a very professional way and in a secure environment. Second question: Do you need a drink? Totally out of the question! It is nine a.m. I could go by International time, but I won't do that. Third question: You don't plan on doing anything crazy do you? I mean something that could land you in jail? This is a two part question and must be thought out carefully. Crazy is a harsh term and jail isn't an option; especially if I...

As I sat and listened to some ladies in the locker room today tear themselves down; I wondered: Why?  I have seen the same bunch walking around the gym, talking... talking... and talking some more. Rarely do they really work out, so why the self-deprecating remarks? I know people do this when they are feeling insecure or they are fishing for a compliment. But what I have never understood about this, is the fact that most of the people that I know that are constantly talking badly about themselves, never want to put in the work to change! It is infuriating and frustrating. I have had Clients like this, always ready with the ever present self-deprecating remark, but when I give them a solution for the problem; nope! Too much work, too much time, too much of something that has absolutely nothing to do with the issue at hand. I came to a conclusion, and I might be wrong, but I think some folks love talking crap about themselves and rolling in the same crap. No seriously! Or why would t...

My peace of mind means everything to me.  I find the older and wiser I get, the more I run away, and I mean run, from situations and people that "bring the drama." Being around upheaval is draining. I even noticed when you see people that thrive on drama, it shows up on their faces, meaning they look old and unhappy. Inner- peace is what matters. Research has shown over and over what having that sense of well-being can and will do for you: A better outlook on life in general. Better relations with family and co-workers. Better Health AND a "Youthful" outlook on life. Peace, it does a body good. So what should we do to get this peace? My first move was to stay away from the drama seekers. They are like junkies, always looking for their next fix of  the melodramatic and if they don't find it; they WILL create. I put a no douchebag sign up. Douchebags are in the drama junkie family, except meaner.  I banned gossip and gossipers! This is key to the peace of mind wor...

I am asked quite a bit "Do you date?" When I answer "No, I don't." my answer gets such weird responses. Some have outright called me a liar (why would I need to lie about that?), others are incredulous and start asking me personal questions; to the point of embarrassment! My sexual orientation has been questioned, I have been told I am "Too Alpha" and most men can't handle,won't like or tolerate this. Who knew?!  Why are people so amazed that there is a single woman that chooses not to date? Am I such an anomaly? My ego would love to believe that I am something special, a puzzle to figure out; but I know better. I believe that there are a lot of women AND men like me: Just enjoying my space, my time, my own company. It really isn't complicated.  My last relationship was a serious thing, a force to be reckoned with. All hearts and emotion and we are going to get married talk...then the implosion, explosion and all the other "plosions...

Since I can remember, I have dealt with moments of the "Blues." Melancholy, sadness, whatever you want to call it; it was there, lurking. My Mama always said that I "think too much", as if in some way my melancholy was my fault. Impatiently she would say "Get Up!" or ask in a frustrated voice "What is the matter with you.. NOW!?" I never could answer because that would have opened up a can of worms. As a child, how do you say molestation? How do you broach that subject when you are scared and humiliated? It took me years to see the correlation between my weight gain, depression and my self-imposed solitary confinement and connect the dots straight to, as I like to refer to them "The Bitter Years." I have said this before and I will reiterate: What you don't deal with in your twenties, will bite you in your thirties and dang near kill you in your forties." Once I recognized and allowed myself to  forgive  myself for whatever I t...