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Herstory Repeating Itself

In my desire to tell the whole story, I am telling none of it. “Cooked in the squat,” as legendary salesman and motivational speaker Zig Zigler said. The analogy, as I heard it long ago on cassette tape while driving to business meetings, was about a mixture formed with all the ingredients. The lumps of … Read more

Lost Files of the Past, Found Freedom for the Future

Losing past documents from digital file storage force me to look ahead more realistically at what I could manage moving forward in my work now as a creative writer of the family legacy.
Janus: God of beginnings, passages, and ending (Vatican photo)

“If we don’t need it and we can’t manage it, maybe it is time to clean out the digital garage.” This last line in a short blog (posted below) came up as I reflected on my recent loss of highly personal files I had written and saved for many years. I had good intentions. Don’t we all?

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Digging Out By Writing – Daily Jots-Underproduced

Do something .. anything will do when you feel stuck.

I clean because I have it in my head that even a spontaneous solution to being stuck, should be productive. So, if I am going to do something, anything, at least I will come out with a clean space. Cleaning and moving things around makes room for more ideas, possibly different stuff and easier movement. Don’t you feel calmer, or even more creative in a cleaner, lighter space?

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Habits rewired: Nighttime Routine Eating, Reading, Lighting

woman in graphic with sunset behind her leaping between hilltop to show: Best intentions to leap into better health and more energy in 2025 with food and sleep timing

Tonight, 1/11/25, I stopped eating at 6:30 and then found one tiny piece of sourdough, which I defrosted to have with some topping, making for a satisfying, non-sweet chew after a soup and salad dinner.

Janus, the god of endings, beginnings and transitions
  • Wow, I couldn’t even get to the end of my first sentence in this New Year declaration before I realized I was already breaking the rules.

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Life Rules: You Are the Average of the 5 People Closest To You

An adventure out with walker and a plan to expand my life after a year of restricted activity

An adventure out with walker and a plan to expand my life after a year of restricted activityIf we are the average of the 5 people closest to us, I need an upgrade.

This warning that we are the average of the 5 people closest to us is well-known in circles dedicated to helping us find the clues to success in life, work and community.

For me, since I chose to lessen my workload while suffering for a year or more and then waiting for surgery, and then letting it dwindle down to a single contract, ‘my 5’ have now dwindled also.

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I Saved Big on Black Friday By Shopping My Own Closet

This year I unexpectedly saved a fortune on new fashion, not because of Black Friday, but because I discovered the nearly new treasures at the back of my closet.

Pants pants for every body but mine

Seems like the holiday season sales started in my neighbourhood a day after Halloween’s sweet treat debauchery ended. All I needed was to replace my pants. The two pairs of pants in rotation for when I left the house for provisions, endured with me through the COVID-19 lockdowns and then hung in, all puns intended, in the year-long wait for hip surgery.

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A Day, A Date & Out In the Wind Entry 4

Dateline: Kitsilano and Kerrisdale, Vancouver

I rose for part one of the day at 4:00’ish, made tea, prepped a salad for later and was still around to join at 6 a.m. Zoom meeting for which I had submitted a question. Mine waited between #24 when the Ask Me Anything session stopped with 59 waiting in total for the same 90 minutes with Dr. Tim who came late. He was told 9:30 Eastern time..  but 119 of us showed up at the 6 a.m. LA time and waited until the author of the error logged in.

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A Messy Monday Downtown Entry 3

An adventure out with walker and a plan after a year of restricted activityOn Monday, I hoped for a glorious adventure others might have judged as mundane. On my mission, I would have to tolerate possible crowds, fatigue, surprise vertigo and general overall weakness. It would be me, a bus pass, a cellphone back up and the walker with hand brakes and basket I still needed to rely on for walkabouts farther from my home.

Also, the day’s plan had a pick-your-own-path component like in stories where the reader determines the next choice of action and outcome.

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