Archive for April, 2012

Patience

Yesterday – that’s when I want things done, fixed, purchased and changed.

It doesn’t matter if it’s my weight, my hair, a check, a page on the Internet or the bus—waiting for what I want to show up is just plain irritating. And for one reason:

I’m not where I want to be.

At any given moment I’m five miles down the road in my mind and the freaking light in front of me just won’t turn green. I find the perfect blouse but it only comes in sizes under 10 and I’m two months away from my goal weight. After much $$ spent on clothes that will fit “soon” I’ve learned over the years not to bite at tempting but too tight morsels of cloth. But I still look in the mirror and sigh because …

I’m not where I want to be. Read more…

THE TIP for going with the flow

What makes me qualified to write about flow? Hmmm.

Is it the fact that I’m still wearing my fuzzy PJ bottoms at 1 o’clock on a Thursday afternoon? Or that I work from home and take early afternoon bike rides in between work segments?

Nah. Those are just derivative benefits of one other thing: I’ve learned how to stop worrying. And not worrying takes one directly into flow.

Granted, it hasn’t been easy. I mean, my mother majored in worry. So did her parents. My first husband had an advanced degree. Growing up, worry was my constant companion. How to get through school (boring) without studying and still make it into each successive grade so my parents didn’t kill me?

And then after school, how the hell to make money with an English degree and avoid eating in soup kitchens? Read more…

Perception is power

In 1943, Westinghouse Company’s War Production Coordinating Committee created a series of posters to bolster company morale for the war effort.

Erroneously thought to portray “Rosie the Riveter,” 40 years later this image became the iconic poster of the women’s liberation movement … and remains so to this day.

What I’d like to know is … why?

It’s not news anymore that women can more than adequately replace men at any job. So why are feminists still hung-up on an image of a woman rolling up her sleeve in an attitude of bicep flexing muscle power as the preferred picture of modern sexual equality?

Could it possibly be that in this day of digital 3-D movies and microwave popcorn we’re still hung up on the belief that muscle means power? Read more…