Introspective Adventurer

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Critiques with sprinkles on top

I asked a question in my “Let’s do this Together” Facebook group the other day and it got me thinking and most of the time the best way I figure things out is to write it out.

Have you ever felt like you wanted to tell someone something that you thought would help but could also hurt his or her feelings?

Yeah, I know, pretty vague.

But my point isn’t a specific situation as much as a broad question about us as a society right now.

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Cool to be Kind

Have you ever felt good about yourself and happy with your body, and then see yourself in a dressing room mirror and immediately frown?

I have.

I wrote last week that after my Mom’s death at the age of 48, I’d vowed to stay healthy and fit. And for most of my life, I’ve done just that. But somewhere around age 56, that started to change for me.

Since then, it’s been more of a struggle to lose weight and keep it off.

I’ve wanted to blame menopause or that I’m married and eat what (and as much as) my husband does. Hell, I’ve even tried to (jokingly) blame my best friend. But it’s all me.  Continue reading

Let’s do this together video – kindness

Check out today’s video…

Have you ever heard of needle abrasion? It’s a great way to get a boost from your own collagen and help your skin look smoother and clearer. I am lucky enough to have a best friend that specializes in it.

I visited her on Monday and we had a great time shopping and going to lunch. Just before I had to leave, she offered to take care of my skin. How kind of her! Continue reading

Weekend – Gratitude

I love all of the Thanksgiving posts that are flooding social media right now. I’ll admit I can be one of those people who get caught up in mainstream news, which brings me down pretty fast.

So it’s nice to see a few posts about food, and even more about gratitude. Thinking about this past year, I realize I have so much to be thankful for. And there is one person that has made this year possible for me.

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One at a time

Some days, when I am writing my blog post, it’s a struggle to find the words and force them onto paper, so to speak. Other days I can’t type fast enough to get the words out, and the best are the days that I have a revelation about myself at the moment the words are forming.

It’s almost like some posts write themselves.

I’ve cried and smiled from some of the memories. I’ve worried over what I’ve written and been proud of my stories. I still have days of doubt about telling my story and sharing so much.

And then there are days like yesterday.

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I’ve got this

My husband is chivalrous. Whenever we are together, he will always open the door for me and hold it so I can walk through first. I don’t think that’s so unusual, as I’ve seen a lot of men do that. But, my husband even opens the car door for me. That act seems to be rare, with the exception of maybe going out on a date.

It’s very nice and I feel loved and cared for and somehow special because of it.

His chivalrous nature doesn’t stop at opening doors for me. If he sees me carrying something, he will jump to assist or say, “Let me get that”. If I pull a ladder out, he says, “I’ll do that”. He does all the heavy lifting and most of the hard work around the place. It’s pretty nice having him around.

But here’s the rub, it’s frustrating at times too. A part of me feels less than, or helpless when he jumps in to help. There are times when I don’t want help.

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