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Thank you beautiful peeps for the words of support for the changes that are soon to come. Excoitment! And don’t worry, I promise to spill my personal side for your viewing pleasure from time to time. I’m flattered that you would even think for a moment I wouldn’t. I think you underestimate the depths of my narcissism darlings! So, links this week that I’ve been digging: Why Time Poor Women Need Understanding Friends. Hells to the yes. My friendships have unfortunately taken a pretty big hit in the last little while, especially earlier this year when I was away a…

Image courtesy of Robert Couse-Baker on Flickr. PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): Throughout the 16th century and even beyond, European explorers trekked through the New World hunting for the mythical land of El Dorado: the Lost City of Gold. The precious metal was supposedly so abundant there that it was even used to make children’s toys. The quest was ultimately futile, although it led the explorers to stumble upon lesser treasures of practical value — the potato, for example. After being brought over to Europe from South America, it became a staple food. I’m foreseeing a comparable progression in your own…

I am slowly emerging from the fog that’s been the whirlwind – amazingly so and awfully so – start to this year. In trying to get my head around what the heck this second half of the year is about, I’ve entertained the notion more than once of getting a life coach. In fact, it’s been at the point for a while where I’ve known deep down that it’s exactly what I NEED, but the cost just seemed so prohibitive. Well, last night I signed myself up for the When I Grow Up Coach’s Clubhouse, a very inexpensive and seemingly…

Yesterday starts out like any other. I drop the kids at school, drop Cass to daycare, I kiss them all goodbye. I manage to sneak in a quiet coffee and to-do list session before taking a seat in the doctor’s office to get my latest test results. Nothing too serious, nothing too surprising, just the usual pesky thyroid issues and a bit of low iron. All good. Then, just as we are wrapping things up, I say “Oh, it’s probably nothing, but I just noticed a couple of days ago I have this sore spot on my right breast.” The…

Today it has happened. A wave of panic has hit the shore of my being, leaving seaweed trails of anxiety that spell out “AGH! Only 10 days til you jet off to Adelaide for the Fringe!” on the eroding sand of the otherwise relatively calm beach of moi. Did you get that? If so, ten points. All is well. All will be well. But while my to-do list is battling it out with my sense of panic to see “who will be the largest of them all?” I am trying to calm myself with thoughts that even if all hell…