I M Perfect lady

changes

  • Felt Its Worth

    Before beginning yoga today, I cleaned the mirror I stand in front of, it was layered with weeks of dust, and I appeared fog like behind it. Today I felt the need to wipe it free, as I did so… Continue reading

  • Who has Control?

    My expectations of the New Year aren’t about the New Year but rather about me. The New Year is neutral, a pile of days linked together, and many hours in which we live our lives. What we do within those… Continue reading

  • Resolve who I am.

    It is New Year’s Eve, the day we all sit down and look at the balance sheets of life, pour over our faults and choose one or two that we feel must go, and then declare to everyone we will… Continue reading

  • I Can

    As I look backwards on this year I am happy with the way that I stayed the course in yoga, by not succumbing to the voice that wanted me to give it up. Between the voice and the lazy feelings… Continue reading

  • A Cracked Lady that is Imperfectly Me.

    I am trying to lay on paper the picture I present to the world; how I am learning about a life I lived unknowingly to me, mourning that life, while living this life today. The combination is insane at times.… Continue reading

  • Actions towards Self.

    On facebook as we all add cartoon characters to our profile to stand against child abuse, we are just nudging the tip of the iceberg and the action steps needed are not for the faint of heart. I watched my… Continue reading

  • Hand and Hand.

    All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ~Anatole France Somehow I missed the melancholy of… Continue reading

  • Pick Up the Broken Piece.

    What a slow learner I am, how incredibly naïve and blindly stupid…I am surprised that I am just now catching on. How has it taken me this long, almost six years to figure this out? The pain I have gone… Continue reading

  • Homeless to Harvard.

    “Breaking Night” by Liz Murray, how she went from Homeless to Harvard, shows that you can change the legacy you were born into. Her endurance to survive was what she needed to change direction when she could see her course… Continue reading

  • Originality is the New Norm.

    As I thought about compassionate or empathetic picketers, I wondered what their signs would say, and if I were to join, what message would my sign display. I think my sign would be for those who were abused as children,… Continue reading