Get What You Want…Focus on Yourself

Get What You Want…Focus on Yourself

When I was a synchronized swimmer, it was easy to compare myself to others. Especially my duet partner. In duet, the job is to be together perfectly matched. But in solos and figure competition, well, your job is to be the best you can be. Period. Full stop. You both...
Get What You Want…Tell misery to get lost

Get What You Want…Tell misery to get lost

Just like smell, how you feel is important information. You move away from stinky trash and stale milk. Move away from what hurts. Only humans keep sitting on hot stoves hoping the stove will change.  You were not created to be miserable. Suffering is not a...
Get What You Want… You don’t have to catch every ball

Get What You Want… You don’t have to catch every ball

“You don’t have to catch every ball that’s thrown to you.” A line repeated to me by a mentor as I navigated my mother’s impossible, never-ending anger and disappointment. I thought it was disappointment in me but in truth it was much bigger. It was...
Get What You Want… How do your talents blend?

Get What You Want… How do your talents blend?

I have spent nearly half a century trying to be “not” my mother. She was beautiful, brilliant, and troubled. She lived an amazing life that I am not sure she ever enjoyed. I am not like her by temperament. But as I listed all the career shifts, she had including...
Get What You Want… Caterpillars and Butterflies

Get What You Want… Caterpillars and Butterflies

I was going through a rough patch. I was turning everything upside down. Or maybe right side up. I started a new job. Left my husband. Moved to a new place.  Things felt better but nothing felt quite right. Like it fits. It was all a messy jumble. My good friend...
Get What You Want… $H!t Happens

Get What You Want… $H!t Happens

It just does. I can remember being very upset the day I left for my honeymoon. It was a great day, planning for fun and celebrating the birth of my first niece Becky and the first of the next generation.  And then my mother called. Her bank accounts had been frozen...