We say yes for many reasons. We seek validation, to be needed, or relied upon. We are good people. We care and so we give of ourselves to our families, friends, and organizations. But if we’re in the habit of saying yes too often, we may find ourselves depleted, overwhelmed, depressed, or angry. I know because I’ve been there. Learning to say No protects our energy, time, and priorities. But we often say yes out of guilt. Well I...
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Many of us will go from the bustle of the Holidays and step straight into a New Year. Sometimes we don’t take the time to reflect and take an inventory, but it’s an important part of each year’s transition. By taking a positive inventory we can save ourselves from repeating the same stressors and patterns. We can enter the New Year with strength and the joy and courage that comes from our accomplishments. Reflect on a...
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A New Year begins and with it the compulsion to set New Year’s resolutions because “everyone’s doing it.” “If everyone was jumping off the bridge would you do it too,” my dad used to say. In the past, my New Year’s resolutions revolved around how I’d achieve a tiny sculpted ass thru exercise and various altercations to my diet. In the end, the changes I wanted weren’t practical and resulted in me feeling like a...
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Once upon a time in college I built a fort under my bed, hanging a collection of pareos over the bed corners like sheets. For a week, I warmed tomato soup in my rice cooker and hung out in the tent under my bed, separated from the world. Naturally, my roommates concern grew in my absence. When their hands would part the pareos, I’d cringe a little and force a smile repeating that I was fine. That week I wanted everyone...
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Sometimes I feel like things were easier when I was a kid. Take being sick. Sure, on day one I stayed home from school feeling like death held me in its wrenching grasp. But after death passed, there came the few days of milking it. I took permanent residence on the couch watching Saved by the Bell, getting stories read to me, and having tomato soup and buttered toast delivered, until, against my pleading, my mom decided I was well...
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