It’s My Story & I’m Sticking To It

More often than not, we learn our role during our childhood. As such, as adults we continue to play that role which consequently teaches the people in our adult lives the role we play. Follow me: Growing up you are consistantly called a trouble maker due to various situations you find yourself in. Maybe yourContinue reading “It’s My Story & I’m Sticking To It”

Go Back to the Beach if You Must

I’m going back to the beach today. Not only because I want to, but because I must. I need to see the water, I need to feel the sand under my feet. I need to hear the waves crashing into the pier and I need to listen to the surfers speaking of their love ofContinue reading “Go Back to the Beach if You Must”

The Art of Being Nice – subjective?

My psychologist told me a while back that “being nice” has many different definitions depending on who you ask.  In other words, what you think is being nice may seem like nothing compared to the next person.  She advised me to be aware that everyone has the choice to be nice or not to be.Continue reading “The Art of Being Nice – subjective?”

Keeping the Beachlife Alive

My dream vacation has come to an end. After 8 days of travels and beach bumming we are home. I’m happily snuggling with my puppies and listening to my son in the next room, enjoying being back. Yet at the same time, I sit here with this ridiculous feeling of lonliness while my husband, myContinue reading “Keeping the Beachlife Alive”

Taking the Beach Home

Each morning of vacation is started with my necessary medication regime so that I can poop and relieve my “bottom issues” . If this isn’t followed accordingly, the day no matter how fun, will be extremely uncomfortable. I can proudly say each morning was a victory in that department. 🙂 Our second morning on theContinue reading “Taking the Beach Home”

Thanksgiving

Tomorrow is a day of THANKS. A day to say thank you and appreciate all of our blessings. This wont be my first Thanksgiving without my 2 estranged sons, about 8 years ago they both chose not to come home and spend the day with me and their younger brothers. I admit after seeing myContinue reading “Thanksgiving”