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These are the parts of me.

I see it all the time. People tearing themselves apart because of what other people say or think about them.  I say there are two words for situations like this. Fuck you.

I never say that in my blog, and I seldom say it out loud except for special situations, but I say it often and always, and always with a smile on my face.  It’s like taking a deep breathe and exhaling for the first time.  It’s that good.

I am not angry at anyone or anything.  I don’t wish bad things for anybody. I do believe in accountability and I do believe in karma.  But beyond that, judgement is not up to me.  What is mine is the ability to not carry other people’s garbage on my own back, and not take it into my life.

That is a practice in itself, because somewhere in the journey of women, we became the mules of our lives, and I believe it is self inflicted. I believe we do it to ourselves when we accept other people’s garbage and carry it as if it were our own.

I too have tended to carry other people’s garbag…

AND SO THIS IS CHRISTMAS (John Lennon Cover )

My wish for you

And so this is Christmas.  The season of giving and giving back.  Of family, of food and of all good things.  Of Christmas movies and Christmas trees, of cookies, pies and cakes.  Buttery turkeys and glistening hams.  This is the time of year that some love. It is also the time of year some dread.

Christmas comes at a cost for many people.  I remember the years when we couldn’t afford Christmas.  One year that comes to mind when we had no money.  Our oldest daughter wanted an ice cream making machine.  Our youngest was too young, thankfully.  That year I was working in commission sales and my husband was working as a heavy mechanic for a bus company.  We gave our daughters Fozzy Bears that came from McDonald’s. That year, we scraped together enough money to make a dinner and invited our family over but they declined because of another (better) invitation.  We got through the day, but our oldest daughter reminded us for some years later that she wanted an ice cream making machine tha…