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101: My Coffee Cup Epiphany

My Coffee Cup Epiphany Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different. ~Katherine Mansfield I had a huge epiphany the other morning. Maybe my experience will give you some food for thought. I had gotten together with some women friends who enjoy sharing thoughts on life. We spent part of the evening discussing a book with such a funny title it makes most people smile: Why Men Don’t Listen and Women Can’t Read Road Maps. Yes, men and women come into this world wired so differently it’s a wonder that relationships last as long as they do. I personally think if this book were given as a wedding gift there would be far fewer divorces. Speaking of books, I gave a copy of Chicken Soup for the Soul: Runners to a male friend who is a runner. Since my story of taking part in the Newport (Oregon) Marathon was published in that book, I took pains to autograph it for my friend. A few days later he sent an e-mail thanking me “for the loan of the book.” Loan? I e-mailed back that it was a gift and did he not see that I autographed it on the first page? He e-mailed back a very nice “thank you” and added that maybe it was a “guy thing” to not look at the first page. Whatever... (more)
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Give Me a Break

Give Me a Break In the summer after our tenth grade year, Sue, Louise and I were the three musketeers, the triangle offense, and Neapolitan ice cream. Neapolitan ice cream, not because we were Italian, but because Sue was a brunette, Louise a platinum blonde and I a redhead. All three of us sported long hair, great looking bodies in our hip huggers and crop tops, and as we strolled along the streets we counted the number of horn honks we received like notches on our belts. It was hot that summer and so were we. That was the last summer we hung out like that, for in our eleventh grade year we could drive. And drive we did. We cruised the boulevard, pushed the pedal to the metal, triple-dated with boyfriends, raced to the beach, and brought all our friends, in the trunks of our parents’ cars, to the drive-in movies. That was also the summer Sue began working and saving for college. Sue lived with her aunt and uncle along with their two children. She knew no one would pay her way through college, unlike Louise and me, who already knew that our college tuitions were covered. Sue scrimped and saved her money the summer before our senior year. She slaved away at several jobs from the end of school in June to the first day of school in September. Louise and I attended summer... (more)
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Restoring Body and Soul

RestoringBody and Soul My divorce thirty years ago left me more than heartsick, it left me sick in spirit. The first years as a single parent were lonely and frightening, my self-esteem falling to an all-time low. It wasn’t long before I noticed a sharp rise in my blood pressure and more frequent headaches. The constant stress settled into my body, especially in my neck and across my shoulders and upper back. I felt like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. As my body aches increased, so did my feelings of despair and failure. When I signed up for life insurance and had a medical checkup my blood pressure was so dangerously high I was almost turned down. I was overwhelmed and my life reflected it. One day I was visiting my parents and my dad told me how hard it was to see me so sad. “Your marriage was so unhappy, I was hoping that you would bounce back after your divorce. I think you’ve forgotten how to be happy. You have two terrific kids and a family that loves you. Why are you still so sad all the time?” my dad asked. I was surprised by the question, but more shocked because I had no answer. The question continued to haunt me as I drove home and later, after I put the children to bed, I made a cup of tea and began thinking about how... (more)
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Serving Two Masters

ServingTwo Masters For years I dreamed of becoming a healthcare executive. I finally got my coveted promotion to Vice President at age thirty-nine. My previous education and training were focused on this goal. The greater challenge came when, having married for the first time in my late thirties, I had our only child just a month shy of my forty-second birthday. Thus began my late-in-life, corporate mom boomerang from happy and prosperous to unhappy and unhealthy... and back to hope and healing. Life stirred in our newly built suburban home by dawn each day. Meredith still needed help with dressing and meals. A last minute check of her book bag confirmed all forms were signed and lunch was safely tucked inside. Breakfast might be served in my stockings before I grabbed my heels and blazer. On good days we had time to walk to school, Meredith’s preference, while late starts required a drive. Her father or grandmother met her after classes and oversaw evening activities such as bathing and homework. Corporate expectations meant late nights and out-of-town travel for me. I had worked hard to attain my professional status and enjoyed the thrill of success, but it came with board meetings and business deals, which came with high priced, high calorie business dinners. Being a... (more)