Talk about your favorite pair of shoes and why you love them so much. Hold on one second. I have to choose ONE pair of favorite shoes. One? Look, it's not like I'm all Carrie Bradshaw about shoes... but sometimes I'm a little Carrie Bradshaw about boots. Shoes are shoes. But boots... boots make the girl. I'm going to be right back. Wait here. I have to show you something so you understand. (enter 15 minute time lapse here) Okay - I'm back, let's clarify. These are the boots I have in the house. These are the boots I have out in the garage. I swear, every single pair has a story. New boots are always welcome, and I am always sad when I decide to give up a pair boots. The struggle is real. A select few of you may notice the red ones are gone. It's true. It was hard. Let me tell the rest of you about the red boots. I got them when I was 17. They were $98.00 and t...
Finish this sentence: " I would love to jump into a pile of..." I keep picturing this, over and over, thinking what I want to be beneath me when I land. I can think of a hundred things I'd love to jump into - feathers, a big pile of quilts, pillows, leaves. Everything thing that I can think of that I would I want to jump into brings me the same emotion - nostalgic joy. Remember, as a kid, piling up quilts and pillows in a fort you'd spent hours building, then running and throwing yourself into them, just to settle with a sigh of contentment and wallowing in comfort, hoping no one would ever come ask you to move? Or on a warm autumn night, when you've spent hours raking the yard into the most gigantic pile of leaves on the planet, and you line yourself up from the neighbor's yard, sprinting towards that pile of crunching, sweet smelling leaves, jumping in, giggling and laughing at the hours of work strewn across the lawn? I remember raking for hours w...
Outline a "mission statement" for you life. I've said a thousand times over. "When I get to the end of my days, my hope is for someone (hopefully more than one someone) to say 'I am different because of her. She had an affect on me and how I live'". That is truly my mission. Making a positive difference in someone's life. I have always been an advocate for things I am passionate about. It comes naturally to me to be kind to other humans. I try, on a daily basis to reach people, and sometimes that means tying a knot at the end of their rope so they can have something to hang on to. That's why I write. It's why I always want to do more - help more, see more, do more. I write things for people in order to touch their soul. Maybe it's something I've been through, worked through, trudged through. Maybe it's something that gives me joy. Maybe I had a need to share my tears, and my longings with someone who might unders...
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