Note From Lydia
The Wheel of Control
News flash to self: I am not at the wheel of control.
Age has provided me the perspective to say that sentence with conviction and carefree joy.
Filling Our Cup
Simply by being alive, most of us live in service to those around us. And as we give of ourselves, we have to remember to fill our cups back up so we don’t run dry.
Do What You Love
With age is supposed to come wisdom. Well, I’m racking up those age points, but the wisdom part seems to barely be keeping up.
What Am I Waiting For?
I seem to be in a perpetual street fight with uncertainty. The idea of moving forward, taking a chance and risking a dream without knowing the outcome basically feels like torture. So I instinctively set up roadblocks—which I convince myself are goals—and tell myself I’ll go for my dream when I’ve crossed that distant line.
Fireflies and the End of Summer
The firefly has an adult lifespan of 21 days, and their lighting display is their gift; three weeks to shine and leave their mark on the world.
Just Enough
I’ve finally found the difference between what I want and what I need. And that is Just Enough.
Door Number Three
When I was I kid, one of my favorite game shows was Let’s Make A Deal. On it the high-stakes host, Monty Hall, would choose members of the zanily dressed studio audience to make deals. Some were smaller offers, where an audience member could choose between little mystery boxes on a tray that Jay—Monty’s sidekick—brought out. […]
Thoughts on the First Thanksgiving
As I’m knee-deep in the frantic (and seemingly futile) house cleaning before family and friends come together for Thanksgiving—and rehearsing lines to best dodge the post-election landmines of differing worldviews and opinions, all teetering together at a dinner table—I started thinking about this country’s first cooperative effort that was successful and pure: the one between […]