Thursday, January 17, 2013

The Business of David & Goliath

I have to say that I have NO idea where all of these biblical references are coming from lately, but what I can say is...they fit...and they are what come to mind and are in my heart.

At 6 a.m. this morning, I was awoken by a call. What transpired over the next 1 1/2 hours was a back and forth that led to me having an epiphany...

In business there are Davids and there are Goliaths.....AND whether you like it or not, at some point there is going to be a match off.

I am taking a deep breath now.

...and no, that wasn't necessarily the "epiphany" part...:)))

I digress.

The Goliaths want to suck the Davids into battle...Every. Day. Wear them down...ultimately destroy them with their money, strength, connections.  What the Davids of the business world need to remember is that if they try and compete with the Goliaths of this world at their own game...To do so, is to be crushed. Period. 

If...if, you were to instead compete from an individualized position of excellence, superior processes, customer service, and a great attitude.  Then...then, you might lose the battle, but with that tiny, perfect will win the war.  And it is war.  And it is personal.

I am not sure that while I had always heard great comparisons of business to the great story of David and Goliath...I had really ever coached anyone on it.  Look at me...growing. :)

My friend Clay has got me completely addicted to Seth Godin, and I know that this whole theory of mine this morning came from the endless hours I have spent reading Godin's books and blogs.  Success really is a simple concept...we just seem to screw up the execution.  Also, when a competitor, or a perceived competitor, comes at is so easy to "go the mattress" instead of simply finding a better way to build a better mousetrap.

Now...that is a lot of analogies wrapped up into one paragraph, but the single point is this...if you do the right thing and put your customers the end, right will always win.  Every. Time.

My mentoree this morning was ready to go to battle...FIGHT!  What he really needed to do was get back to work doing his job which entailed doing all of the right things...taking care of his customers, being kind, working to make his processes more efficient, and breathe.

I started this and was to about right here when my phone rang (and then my day subsequently went horribly out of control and I had to put this to the side), and it was my mentoree.  All was well.  Good had triumphed. The Goliath was in the process of being slayed...without him having to go to war at all (for now).

Hmmm....I had to laugh out loud.  Could it be that easy?  Really? Sometimes....

Actually his great work had won him an ally, and they were going to battle for him.  In some ways, they had become his "pebble".

Doing the right thing is not always easy. Taking hit after hit and remaining strong and standing tall isn't always easy.  What you have to remember is what can I really control, and have faith that "doing the right thing" (aka the pebble) will be time. Promise.


I sure hope that someday I truly can get comfortable with being uncomfortable; I have a lot of OCD to overcome. ;)  I believe this is the truest, most awesome quote, and it fits today's lesson (for me)....perfectly. :)))

Sunshine Dreams to You ~ Today and Every Day! :) 

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

People Change

I have started something new in 2013...I now fall asleep to music.  I know...I am a radical. :)))

All kidding aside, it is a big change for me.  I have had a horrible time sleeping the past two years. I even had a doctor scold me about it *Ouch* and subsequently prescribe a sleeping pill for me. (If you know me, you know a pill was NOT what I wanted to hear/do).  I simply could not turn my brain off at night.  As a result, I got in a really horrific habit of playing movies at night or watching television on my phone via various apps.  Anything to dull my senses long enough to let me sleep.  It was horrible not being able to sleep...but my "cures" were not much better...actually they were worse.

That said, I committed that I would change my ways in 2013...go back to reading before bed to start turning my brain down, do my nighttime yoga routine, AND I decided to put my IPhone to good use and set it to where it would play an album and then automatically go off; this allowed me to drift off to whatever music hit my fancy on any given night.

One word....Aaaaaaah. :)

It has been like a miracle.  Truly.

I am sleeping oh so much better already...and yes, there are a lot of other external and internal factors at play, but no doubt my before bed routine is contributing to my overall sleep.

I digressed....Big. Time. :))))

My point in all of this was that I found a GREAT new band, via a Twitter follower, called for King and Country...they were on Jay follower saw them...bragged all over Twitter so I had to You Tube them...;)

Wow.  I ended up downloading their latest album, and I am hooked. Hooked.

I digress.

Yesterday was a LONG day. Wow. Long. Great. Fantastic. Devastating for a moment. Wonderful. Just a typical day in the life, but also the classic "there is no way I am going to be able to get to sleep tonight" days. So last night I crawled in bed (I had been craving my bed all day...can't tell you how long it has been since I felt like that), completely worn out, heating pad on, pillow under my knees (thanks again Gail for those little tips), and turned on my music...I decided to go to sleep with for King and Country's album I settle in People Change started playing.  Now, I had not (still haven't) heard the whole album all the way through so I am just when this came on, and I instantly had a reaction two lines in...well, I stayed awake to listen to it all the way through.

Let me just say whatever the intent of the songwriters for this song...last night it was perfect for me in a very personal way.  I texted my niece. I wept a little. Grieved a little. Got angry. Said some things out loud and in my head that were horrific. Prayed. Gave it all up (John Hendrix's advice from 25 years ago still haunts me and pushes me. Thanks John.).  Then the most amazing thing happened....I fell asleep. Asleep. I slept eight hours plus a little..;) a baby.

There are things that have happened in my life that I would not wish on my worst enemy. I wouldn't wish them on Satan himself.  I have always chosen to deal with those things privately, with very few (1-2) that I trusted with my soul.  I have done that due to being a private person (with a very open life...I am so weird), but to protect the ones who had done me harm. I never saw any good in blasting to the world what someone had done because I would never want that done to matter what; we all fall short of the glory of God.  Something I am learning though, is that there is also a selfish reason why I don't "out" people that hurt me...I am embarrassed. Yup, I said it. I am embarrassed because I feel like I deserve their actions or words...because I am simply not worthy.

Well that ends here...and now.

People change. People do bad to other people. People leave. People become someone you no longer know or recognize. People change.

I am a woman with abandonment issues that go back to my childhood and my parents and their divorce....and the sudden deaths back-to-back of two grandfathers that I adored beyond words.  I am a sinner.  I have made mistakes that sometimes still take my breath.  I am tenderhearted to the point that sometimes it feels like my heart has taken over my body and I am nothing but one giant "feeling"...yes, I am all of these things...and so much more. So. Much. More.

People change. I change.

What has been done to me has nothing to do with Who. I. Am. It has everything to do with Who. They. Were. Who. They. Are. Read that again.

Who. They. Are.

People change, but I can no longer let their change define who I believe I am. Who I know I am.

All of us have people in our lives that change on us, and we no longer know what to do with our relationship with them.  Do you walk away from it? Adapt to them? Them to you? Ignore it? Disappear?

It is incredibly matter what decision you make. People enter and exit our lives every day. Every. Day.

What I know for myself...I can't "own" all of that emotion and uncertainty on my tiny shoulders or in my too big for my britches heart. I have to give that up to God and let him "own" it. Let him have it...all.  I have to give that up every time it rears up....and it does rear up....until one day it won't. Poof. {I started learning this lesson back in October at the ministry retreat with Ransomed Heart Ministries.} I can't get to the poof without the hard work of training myself to give it up. Hard. Work.

My name is Heather Nelson, and I cannot "own" it all.  *Deep Breath*

I love my beautiful, crazy, intense, eccentric life. I love the people who choose every day to be in my life. Choose. I love them for it. I owe them for it.  Because I....better than most...understand that not everybody (even the ones that should the most) always chooses to remain in a person's life. They walk away. They disappear. Sometimes, through no fault of their own, they die.

At the biggest moments of my life - both victories and losses (since the age of 18) - I have made secret trips to the grave sites of my two grandfathers. I don't talk about these trips. I tell no one. I just go. I sit with them. I talk. I cry. I grieve. I laugh. I rise. I go on.

No matter what happens in our lives, the best of those in our lives will always be with us. Always. Where others have left gaping holes, God will fill those holes with his love, with his mercy, and mostly with his grace. His grace. Not mine. His.

Thank you to those that choose to be in my crazy, little life. I love much more than you know. My wish for you today is that you say thank you to all of the people in your life that choose to be in it. Never take that for granted. Ever.

Sunshine Dreams to You ~ Today and Every Day! :) 

Monday, January 14, 2013

Flaming Fireballs Otherwise Known As To Dos :)

Sometimes I find that my days run one into another and before I know it a week has passed me by...

I then begin the trudge through guilt over what I did or did not do....what has suddenly moved from the casual items on my to do list to the inevitable flaming fireballs on my to do list. I scold myself for not doing more, better, MORE. *Sigh*

This year I have re-committed to my Franklin Covey planner which I simply did not do the past two years (too many flaming fireballs :)). It is like coming home. Seriously. Yet, just like riding a bike, when you come back to it, while familiar, there is still a re-learning curve to contend there is with my planner.  As I am at the start of my second full week, I feel a need to check-in with myself on how I am doing.  I give myself a "C"...the mind may be willing, but the body is weak. ;)

THIS was most certainly ME. :)))
As we all struggle to be more productive...more efficient...especially at the beginning of a new is good to take a breath and realize that whatever tools you need to get and remain is key to make them your own.  I use most of what Franklin Covey recommends...but not all...I do a lot more with my electronic calendar now so I have adapted my planner to more of a giant notebook...but then there is my Moleskine....and my post it notes, and don't forget my precious legal pads. 

See where I am going....

The best organized people I know have created a system all their own out of a multitude of tools.  I can only dream of being as organized as any one of them, but each of them gives me great hope that I can...someday :)

Evernote...My latest obsession :)
If you work with a team, make sure you are sharing ideas and tools so that all of you can glean from each other.  If you manage a team and can provide options to your team, even better. We don't always do a good job of giving our employees options (due to money, time, etc.), but when and where you  Giving someone power over their time, their day...will not only empower them and make them happy, but it will most definitely make them more productive.

I have to get back to my flaming fireballs, but I feel better already....sometimes writing about what is weighing on me lifts it off my shoulders like a balloon. Love that. :)))

Sunshine Dreams to You ~ Today and Every Day! :) 

Sunday, January 13, 2013

The Ongoing Saga of Mary & Martha

This morning I was sitting next to three women who were verbally dismantling, systematically, a fellow "friend" for her decisions on how to be a mother. Be. Be...a mother.  It didn't take me long to ascertain that one of the women was indeed herself a mother. I know I am naive, but is this really happening...mothers bashing mothers? Really?

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I happened to be writing at the time, and I found myself suddenly doodling in my notebook about Mary and Martha.  The saga of Mary and Martha is probably one of the most widely known stories of the gospels...and probably the least understood. Self included.  I wondered for a second if one of the (many) reasons that particular story is included in the Bible is to illustrate for women (and men) a potential downfall in our very human nature.  Hmmm....

I don't know about you, but if I had Jesus in front of me...the last thing I would be worrying about would be dishes or others or anything.  I is Jesus for goodness sake!

But isn't that story just like women...just like sisters...just like us?  It so is...there sits Jesus and there we sit jockeying for position...showing off...whining...worrying....being...human. *Sigh*

"You are sisters with every woman you meet. Don’t forget it." ~ Delia Ephron

I am doing a lot of professional writing about women lately, and I find that the more I write, read, study, and observe women...the more perturbed and puzzled I get.  We really, truly ARE our own worst enemies. 

Also, I say with great sadness, I am getting more perturbed and puzzeled at myself.  I am not only my own worst enemy, but I too am far too hard on fellow women...friends, family, strangers. *Sigh*

We absolutely MUST take a hard look at our actions, our words, our facial expressions, our very nature and ask am I building people/women up?...or am I tearing them down?

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The story of Mary and Martha is all over our workplaces...our schools...our relationships...our churches.  It is all over us.  Pause for a minute.  Yes, it is all over US...because women judge themselves...themselves...far harder than anyone male or female ever would or could. Ever. We really must work harder to break the cycle within ourselves and our communities.  The "war on women" isn't just a slogan for the media or politicians. The war on women is real...and we have only to look into our hearts to see it for ourselves. *Ouch*

My "Sunday Musings" today...Love more. Don't judge.  A lesson for me...a lesson for all of us.

"I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. " ~ Audre Lorde
{my hope. my wish. my goal.}

Sunshine Dreams to You ~ Today and Every Day! :) 

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

The Act of Being Brave

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This past Saturday, I was visiting with my Granny who is back at home after a month at a nursing home.  She needed a "sabbatical" to get her strength back after a few setbacks.  First, I don't know if you can truly appreciate this story unless you have spent time with her.  Bottom line...she is a corker.  Second, it should be noted that she is 90 years old, but let me just say...a number is just a number...nothing more, nothing less.  Third, she was having serious issues of being able to simply walk or get out of she needed a sabbatical (i.e., concentrated physical therapy), but she was also "down" emotionally...she needed a shot in the arm...a miracle.

So I asked her, "Overall, what did you think about it Granny?" To which she replied completely dead pan, "I decided as soon as I got there that I wasn't going to be like those people."  By "those people" she meant physically sick.  I fell out in the floor laughing...and then hugging her..."I expected nothing else from you Granny." Bless her heart.  I mean seriously...bless her heart.

Later in the day, I was relaying the conversation with my father and we both came to the conclusion that just being in the nursing home with "those people" and seeing the ailments that others were struggling with....most far worse than her own while some less than her own...that just the experience of seeing that healed her far more than the physical therapy ever could have...


The human mind...

Attitude...our very own attitude...

The trap that is our minds.

I smiled and cried a little as we talked about it because in a strange way (and a small way no doubt), I completely understand what Granny was going through both before, during, and after this experience.  It is SO easy for us to get caught up in our own heads and our own little worlds and believe that the world is caving one's over.

Haven't we all been there at one or another or anothers...:))

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My Granny is one of the toughest nuts I have ever all of the good ways and the more "human" ways.  She has lived an unbelievable life full of highs and lows.  She is a trooper of the highest order.  She is pink and fluffy like cotton candy.  She is also strong and unbendable like an Ozark oak.

In a word...a new word I would use for her...she is brave.

If I am brave, a good chunk of it comes from my lineage up through her...I also though, see some of the flaws in that bravery, and I find myself learning lessons in watching her that both inspire and cause me pause. 

As I sit here today, there is no doubt that I am pulling from that line of bravery every single day as I face new challenges, paths, opportunities, and dreams.  In fact, as I lay in bed when I wake each morning, I pause now to look out into the beautiful trees and morning sky and say to myself, " brave."...bravery is my new to speak. :)

On the other side, I am working just as hard NOT to get lost in my own head...there is a WHOLE world out there that needs me, and I need it.  My world doesn't begin and end at my office door, my front door, the survey line on my land in the holler, or at the edge of my heart.  My world is as big as I let into my big as I am brave enough to embrace.

Big. Pause. Here.


Someone I trust explicitly told me Saturday night that I was not "putting myself out there"....and while part of me wanted to lay out the massive evidence to the contrary...I knew exactly what they meant (and the aha isn't about what you naturally think).  You can be a part of this great big world and still not be a PART of this great big world.  As the great line in The Quiet Man* goes, "The only bars between me and you Mary Kate will be the ones in your heart." *Ouch*

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How brave are you???


If you saw me or met me, you would probably walk away thinking I was a brave person...and I am (spoken at nearly a whisper)...but I am not as brave, at times, as others perceive me to be....and when I am brave, truly brave, it is because that morning (or moment) I got on my knees in prayer, pulled myself up by my boot straps, and did an internal Woo Hoo cheerleading is NOT because I woke up going, "I am here to save the DAY!" (imagine building crescendo while I say that :))

Being brave is about opening your work, at home...In. Your. Life.  It is about busting down the walls of fear and regret, and moving faith, in love, in hope, in humility...and bringing all that you are and all that you have to Every. Single. Day.

My Granny spent the last month gaining back her physical strength, but she also got a good old fashioned shot of bravery.  Her lesson has taught me a lesson. 

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Be brave.  Remember...sometimes bravery doesn't come behind a wall (or a computer ;))...sometimes bravery comes from stepping out naked and new like a baby, unsure, scared, tapping into your inner, "I can do this!"

Be brave. You will be glad you did. :)))

*Let it be noted that the quote from The Quiet Man is paraphrased...not exact. :)

Sunshine Dreams to You ~ Today and Every Day! :) 

Monday, January 7, 2013

The End of an Era

Those that know me very well are currently rolling in laughter because they know what this picture is of...those that don't me as well are probably going, "Huh??!!"

The above is a picture of my favorite pajama pants.  They were once flannel, but after more than a decade of heavy use, they feel more like Egyptian cotton.  And yes, I did say that I had worn them over a decade...approximately 13 years to be more exact.  I am clearly a girl who likes what she likes and sticks with it until...well until it (quite literally) wears out (envision big giant tear hole). I was devastated yesterday when I discovered the hole in my favorite britches.  I pondered over whether the tear was reparable....I even thought about saving a piece of them for a quilt...for posterity and all. :)

Before you go all nuts thinking I have completely lost it, let me note that I bought these and a similar/matching pair of boxer shorts for my nephew at the same time.  I was living in Nashville at the time, he was about 2 years old.  I would try to drive to Jonesboro (where they lived) to see him/them about every other weekend.  I look back now and wonder how I did not fall over from exhaustion considering I had a hectic job at the time with Bank of America and was taking MBA classes at night at Belmont University. All I can say is that I loved those kids with all of my heart, and I missed them terribly....And let me say they didn't make it easy on me.  Every Sunday, as it would near time for me to head back to Nashville, they would hide my keys, start whining, and then give me the most pitiful faces...but Sam. Sam was the worst. He would walk slowly up to me, and as I leaned down on my knees to look in his face and give him hugs and kisses...he would have these giant tears in his eyes, face all red and puffy, and then as I started hugging him, he would just start heaving....and then he would start begging me to stay barely able to mutter through all of the tears. It was heart-wrenching.  We would all be a blubbering mess by the time I pulled myself away, and I would cry all the way back to Nashville. *Sigh*

So....these are special britches...:)  So I texted Sam and my Sis (Hilde) to let them know I was going to have to "put them down"...:)))...Sis responded with, "the end of an era"...ahhhh...

I digress.

I guess it is human nature to try and hold onto things past their useful lives.  I know my nature is to buy and use only things that really mean something to me.  I have never really been into buying a lot of stuff for stuffs sake.  In fact, when I do go through a heavy acquisition period of stuff (whether clothes, books, treasures, etc.), I tend to do a massive purge soon after to sort of recalibrate and bring some balance back to my life.  In a lot of ways, 2013 is already shaping up to be that kind of "recalibration" period...a year long purge (so to speak). 

So here I have made a treasure of a simple, worn pair of pajama bottoms, and I don't know whether to laugh uncontrollably at myself or simply go commit myself to the nearest funny farm.  So, what do I do??...I sit down at my laptop and write about it.  Nah, that isn't embarrassing or anything. :)))

I digress...again. :)

I have decided to cut myself a little slack about the whole thing.  I know it is silly. I know I am an odd duck. I know that it isn't simply about a pair of pjs. It is about a door closing, leaving the past in the past, acknowledging a sweet and special time, and it is about the relationship with a little boy who made my world richer just because he was in it.  A boy who is, all too quickly, growing into a handsome, incredible, funny, flawed, spiritual, competitive, fine young man. 

My "babies" are growing up, and maybe...just maybe...their Aunt Heather is growing up a little too. 

"It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see." ~ Henry David Thoreau

I don't see a silly pair of pajamas...I see a life. 

I am a girl that moves to the rhythm of her own heartbeat...Every. Day.  That choice brings me tremendous joy, but it also brings me tremendous pain.  At the end of the day, I am always striving to be true to who I am...true to what I believe to be real and important. True to my own heart.  I am being as brave as I can be, brave as I know how...Every single day. I don't know if that is enough, but it is everything I got.

"Set your course by the stars, not by the lights of every passing ship." ~ General Omar Bradley

Sometimes the path less traveled is long, winding, and lonely...and hard on your britches. ;)  It is also exciting, chock full of lessons and experiences, never boring, and the most interesting characters enter/leave/remain in your life sharing the breadth and depth of their life experiences with you. *Sigh*

It is clearly time for a new pair of pajama bottoms; I sure hope they can handle all that is waiting for them...for as this era ends...a new one is just beginning. ;)


...and I do so love to travel. ;)

Happiness...the one thing that makes every era...amazing. :)))

Sunshine Dreams to You ~ Today and Every Day! :) 

Friday, January 4, 2013

Workspace Obsessed

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Is anyone else out there a complete nerd about their workspace(s)?  Well, I am. :)

I have had many different cubicles, offices, workspaces, desks, etc. over the years.  Heck...I even built a "workshop" in the middle of a holler because of my obsession with them.  I have never, ever quite got my "spaces" the way that I wanted them.  Either I didn't have the time, the money, the "space" (pun fully intended), or the creative control...due to it not being really "mine" or the industry I worked in required a certain decorum (so to speak).  I never lost hope though, and a couple of years ago I created a board on Pinterest to collect ideas supporting my obsession (one of my pins is above).  So now as I settle into yet another new office....I have decided it might just be the right time to do it..."just the way I like it" to quote Mama Doretha. 

The thing is that I am going to be wearing a lot of different hats in this new space, multiple roles, and to some extent multiple career tracts.  For the first time in my life/career, I am going to be allowed to work multiple sides of my personality from the book nerd to the creative genius (I use that term loosely).  So as selfish as doing it "just the way I like it" is also necessary as I need to be able to really "spread my wings" so to speak. :)

I can't even begin to describe how weird it feels to be able to do this...I got close in the office I designed at my workshop, but now I hope to flesh out those ideas and create something really special in this new space.  Of course, it isn't 800' in the bottom of a holler with a killer view of creeks and wildlife, but it will have its own unique humans roaming around. :)))

I know this seems like the strangest of topics, but you have to understand...I am at a strange point in my life. This is going to be one challenging, strange year...I can just feel it.  Picture the film Mary Poppins right as she is entering the picture..blowing in (so to speak)....everyone feels something in the air...

I digress. :)))

So as I take a moment to dream a little, I am thinking I might show pictures of it someday on this blog, if I ever get it "just right"...we'll see.  Right now it is a pretty blank canvas...but my two very cool desk/tables arrived today...and they have gotten me a little giddy. Clearly. ;)  It could also be the overwhelming polyurethane smell emanating from them. ;)

I guess the lesson from today is that it is important for each of us to carve out our own special space in our lives for us to simply be individual.  For some of us it is a space at home, or at the office, a barn, a garage, a fishing hole, or even in a holler somewhere.  Wherever it is for you, be sure that you are making room for yourself somewhere.  As I have often written about, you can either live your life as a canal (quickly filled and then emptied) or as a reservoir (full and giving only of your excess). I believe carving out space for yourself, as well as time, is important.  Lessons I have learned the hard way. 

I cannot say yes to this enough...Keira in Africa by Arthur Elgort for Vogue.

If I had two lives, I would live the above the second time a National Geographic photojournalist.  Ahhhh.....Love. So. Very. Much. :)))

I'm glad for and old.  I am glad to have the opportunity to live them.  Every. Day. :)))

Sunshine Dreams to You ~ Today and Every Day! :) 

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

A New Start ~ Renewal & Rediscovery


I am so excited.  When I pull myself out of the fetal position, I am so excited. :)

If New Year's Eve is insight into how your new year will go, I will get more rest in 2013. :)  I was in a coma a good hour before the new year rang in.  My name is Heather, and I am no party animal. I am okay with that. :)

I am resolved to get more rest...good 2013.  I have treated my body poorly in the immediate past, and I will do better, be better to the shell protecting my mind, heart and soul.  I got a running start (pun intended) this past week.  I am already feeling better. Big smile. :)))

be better.

This new year, for me, isn't just about feeling is about being a better me.  There was so much I loved and learned in 2012...about myself and others...I really, truly want to build on those lessons.  I want this year to be about renewing and rediscovering the very best things about myself and the life I lead.  I want to spend a lot more time championing others...the family I love, the friends I adore, and the people who make my work in this world matter.  I want to spend more time writing about the things that matter to me...things I believe in...things I am passionate about; I want to make a bigger difference in the world around me.  I want to spend a lot more time living my life and less time surviving my life.  I believe it is time for Heather Ruth to hang up the suit of armor...and the Wonder Woman cape...both of which I failed at miserably...

It is long past time for this girl to grow up and simply be a woman in this world...walking her individual path...wherever it may lead...roads less traveled and all...;) I am at the beginning of a new year, a new month, a new...really, a renewed life.  Anything can happen...and that makes me very happy and very glad. 

I have no resolutions, but I do have a list of goals for this year...a very long list.  Seth Godin would call them intentions.  I find that amusing...and supremely accurate. :)  I intend to accomplish more of them this year than last, and I started with today. ;)

"We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day." ~ Edith Lovejoy Pierce

So what are you going to do with all of the blank pages that lay open before you? 

I don't know about you, but I have a beautiful, optimistic, hopeful feeling about 2013.  Maybe it is the Irish in me and the fact that emerald green has been named the color of the year for 2013, but I feel a wee bit giddy about the year that lays before me...:)))

Sunshine Dreams to You ~ Today and Every Day! :)