I remember the day it happened. The day it clicked in my head. Finally, something I had control over. While in the midst of my chaotic world back in 2008 during the full force of false child abuse allegations, DHS Child Protective Services investigations, two child custody disputes, dealing with my ex-wife, the public attacks of current wife’s ex-husband and his wife, the stress from work and graduate school and all of their tolls taken on my relationships, I was past the point of feeling controlled. I was controlled.
Where did “Perfect” come from? And what is a “Perfect Body” anyway?
With all the talk about the masses of women who hate their bodies on a daily basis, and living with my own self-hatred for over thirty years. I decided to do a bit of research to see what the origin of “perfect” was.
Are you protecting yourself without knowing it?
Why am I blogging about the cut on my finger? I found it interesting that after I took the bandaid off and got into week number two where it didn’t hurt so much (except when I smacked it) that without even thinking about it I was still holding it out of the way.
Take the Scenic Route to Improve Your Quality of Life
Is your life a reflection of driving in the fast lane on the freeway (one that moves)? Do you start your day by mindlessly putting your key in the ignition, backing out of the drive and after a quick sideways glance, merge on to the freeway and set cruise control without even thinking about it. Your thoughts are focused on all the things you have to do today. And before you know it you are remembering the things you forgot to do before you left home because you were moving too fast and not tuned in.
I Am Habit
I am Habit
It is mighty hard to shake me, in my brawny arms I take thee, I can either make or brake thee – I am Habit
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