Ever have to talk yourself into brushing your teeth? Probably never, and I bet you do it daily, or maybe twice a day.
How often do you say, “If only I had some motivation. . .I could. . .?” How long did it take for motivation to circle back to you, so you could complete your task?
How do we store up motivation? All the successful, beautiful, or productive people must have an endless ration of motivation, right? How come I missed that Groupon deal on stockpiling motivation?
What if I said, “what’s motivation got to do with anything?” You would probably tune me out, but I have asked this question, many times. Teenagers, boys, adults, females–all sorts of people at some point have used the explanation that they just ran out of motivation, lost their motivation, or never had any motivation. Does motivation have anything to do with anything? Read the rest of this entry »
The holidays are long and gone, and hopefully many are still sticking to their New Year’s resolution. For others, now is the time that they are thinking/planning a divorce. For many couples, their marriage has been deteriorating for some time, but many choose to get through one last holidays for their kids or family, to avoid the awkwardness around their extended family members, for tax implications, or due to other financial reasons at the end of the year. Depending on your source, many claim that January is when most divorces are filed, but it’s safe to assume from January to March there is a surge in divorce cases.
For those who are not familiar with the movie, Boyhood– the film follows the life of a boy over 12 years, which was also subsequently filmed over 12 years. Other than watching the characters ager over a decade, it is also a movie about divorce and single parenting. Here are some family dynamics that are common in divorce: Read the rest of this entry »
Nearly 9 weeks ago, I suffered the greatest injury to my body ever. I have had the good fortune of never breaking a bone, enduring an overnight stay at a hospital, or surgery (I never had the pleasure of being “put under” while my wisdom teeth were being pulled, but that’s a different story). While playing softball, in a moment of instincts (or lack thereof) I dove head first (first time ever!) into 3rd base. While I was safe, I picked my head up, and saw the white of my bones, my finger bent at an unnatural angle- I had a compound (bone broke through the skin) dislocated finger. Ew! Read the rest of this entry »