I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. I set achievable goals, with action plans.
I also make one word my theme for the year. Last year was productive. The year before, intentional.
This year I’m keeping it simple, because simple is sometimes most profound.
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Hi, I’m Sundi Jo and I’m a recovering codependent. It feels good to get that off my chest.
I’m not sure if there are different levels of codependency, but if there are, I was at the highest level possible – probably president of the club.
I like things to be fixed. To find a quick solution to the problem so we can move on. It’s easy for me to say, “Move over and let me fix your problem for you. I know how to do it better than you.” I feel important when I “fix you.”
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Hey, get your act together! You need to look good, feel good, and be good. Anything other than that is a disgrace.
Don’t you feel like the world tells us that sometimes? What if we really didn’t have to try so hard to please the rest of the world?
What if vulnerability became the new sexy? Not the skinny, airbrushed chicks on the cover of magazines, but the real, raw, everyday peeps who live their lives with struggles, disappointments, and victories?
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If I had a quarter for every time I failed I’d probably own my own island somewhere off the coast of St Maarten, where I’d spend my days fishing, reading, and of course, listening to Dolly Parton. It hasn’t made me rich, but I’ve learned a lot from every failed experience.
The only way, in my opinion, to do failure right, is by walking away with a memorable experience you can learn from.
Jon Gordon, author of The Carpenter, says this about failure:
Failure often serves as a defining moment, a crossroads on the journey of your life. It gives you a test designed to measure your courage, perseverance, commitment, and dedication.
He couldn’t be more right.
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Depression sucks. Suicide, even worse. Just typing the words stirs a sadness in my heart that makes me want to write about anything but this.
Throughout the last week, I’ve listened to many discussions and read several social media posts and blogs about the tragedy of Robin Williams’ death. But I haven’t said much. I simply haven’t had much to say.
The news took me back to the day the world lost another comedic genius, Chris Farley. I sat in my high school art class and grieved his loss with my classmate, Robbie.
Today, I mourn again. I don’t know why a man who could bring tears of laughter to your eyes in seconds, decided to take his life. What I do know, however, is I can relate to the desire to want to do the same. (more…)
Isn’t it amazing that we can all see the same thing, yet see something differently at the same time? That’s exactly what happened to me a few weeks ago.
I was touring through the Celebrity Car Museum in Branson with my little cousin, Caleb. There was the Batmobile, a motorcyle driven by Elvis, and of course, the 1976 Pacer driven by Wayne and Garth in Wayne’s World.
We turned the corner and there sat the black limousine Jackie Kennedy and her children rode in the day of John F. Kennedy’s funeral. I read the placard, then walked on.
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