These days I am even keeled, easy to get along with and patient. I have worked hard to cultivate a better version of myself. This is not who I have always been. As you may know I was born in NJ and lived most of my life in CT, so if I told you that once upon a time, I had an East Coast Attitude you probably would not be surprised?

When I googled “East Coast Attitude” 

Someday, I am going to write a book, and the title may be “Everything I needed to know about life I learned in the car business,” or it may be the title above that ChatGPT supplied!

My life until taking over the car business was filled with personal growth and emotional learning, sort of life’s way of preparing me for what was to come. The first several years there were so many things to learn and understand that I was exhausted at the end of most days. As fast as I was implementing my knowledge and learning how to handle the challenges of buy here pay here, it threw brand new situations at me.

Last weekend my friend who typically sports red and black clothing showed up to our meeting clad in a tan and beige cheetah print shirt, tan pants and a tan, fur trimmed cloak. To top it all off this woman who prides herself on her trendy glasses was wearing the ever-classic Aviator sunglasses. None of this seemed noteworthy until she asked, “do you subscribe to the school of thought that imitation is the greatest form of flattery?”

If you know me, a few years ago I went to wearing mostly tan or beige tops, jackets, sweaters, and Aviators are my absolute signature look!!

Ever since I began working in an office, I have maintained an organizational system, whether it was paper or electronic. The first was the “OG” the Filofax, at some point I transitioned to the 3x5 card method, where I had the cards clipped to my belt and with me all the time, just in case I needed to whip one out and jot down a thought or task. Then came the electronic Franklin Planner. The trickiest thing with that one was that you could not expose it to anything with a magnetic field, or POOF, all your data was gone. Later on, came the Palm Pilot, the Handspring Visor – I loved them all.

The Sister Wound—yes, it warrants capital letters, and I bet that 50% of you know what this means and may even resonate with the concept, while the other 50% have no idea what I mean, and it does not resonate at all. This is because while we are all similar, the experiences we are having in this lifetime are each very different.

To help, let’s start with a quick definition from The Medium Website: “…the sister wound is the pain, distrust, or dis-ease that many women feel when relating to other women. Jealousy, insecurity, cattiness, comparison, fear—these are all ways that the sister wound manifests itself in relationships with other women. Instead of viewing the other woman as a sister, we see her as an enemy, competition, or source of harm.” 

Typically, when someone gives you a gift, it is because they think you would like or appreciate it. They have given it some thought. The same is true of a compliment; you should not react in a way that tells them you cannot accept it or that they are silly for giving it to you. Yet this is what so many of us do, and honestly, what I did for many years.

In writing this, I was completely unable to get Google to give me a list of the top things that people give compliments on.

These are the top two I receive:

•                    I love your hair.

•                    You look so nice today.

The ones I give most frequently are:

•                    You are so pretty.

•                    I love your outfit.

•                    Your butt looks great.

When my parents separated, I was about 16 years old. Later, my dad would marry someone who had not been married before or had children and preferred to pretend that my sister and I did not exist. We were no longer welcome in our own home.

For many years after leaving home, every time something happened in my life that made me sad, it became my parents’ fault. If they had not gotten divorced, I would not have to be living on my own, paying my own rent, dealing with life’s inconveniences. If my parents were still together, I would have the safety and comfort of their home to go to when one of my friends blew me off, not sitting in my lonely apartment. So much anger and so many tears filled these years where I felt I was the victim of my circumstances.

When it comes to trying new things or embracing new ideas, historically, I have been “last to the party.”

We were on a family road trip when my dad pulled into Wendy’s for the first time; I was not eating square hamburgers.

When the self-adhesive stamp was introduced in 1989, I was aghast. I thought it was just wasteful; the backing was going in the trash, and the change was being made just to make things easier for people. Little did I know the change was made to reduce the fraudulent removal and reuse of paper stamps. In 2002, all stamps went to self-adhesive, and I had no choice but to comply.

This weekend, Glenn and I are staying in a beautiful Airbnb located in Lafayette, TN. We traveled to visit Glenn’s daughter, her husband, and their 3 children. This date was carefully chosen so that we would be able to watch our granddaughter, Kamdyn, who is 8 years old, play her last basketball game of the regular season. We intended to spend the rest of the visit building a basic tree swing out of wood and rope, flying kites, and just hanging around their home doing grandparent things.

My writing, I have found, is often my way of exploring or working through something that is happening in my life. The origin of this post was about 2 weeks ago as I was headed to pick out a bathroom vanity. After doing lots of online research, and visiting a Home Depot store, which honestly left me feeling like I would never be able to afford what I wanted in a vanity, I came across Columbus Liquidators and they seemed to have higher-quality vanities than I was finding online. As a liquidation store, their inventory changes from moment to moment, so I really had no idea what I would find when I arrived.  As I was headed to the store, I was inspired to film a video.

How many times have you had the experience of telling a boss you quit a job, needing to cancel a commitment, end a relationship, or let an employee go? There is a difficult and/or necessary conversation to be had. Leading up to the actual moment we start to play the conversation in your heads. If you are like most people, instead of just saying what needs to be said the conversation just becomes longer and longer. We try to justify, to explain why this must happen. The reality is these conversations are best kept “short and sweet.”

In 1991, at the age of 22, I moved from Stamford CT to Cincinnati, Ohio. Shortly after that, I landed a position as the executive assistant to the CFO of The United States Playing Card Company (USPC), David Sommerkamp. This position handled payroll for all hourly employees (handling other people’s money is still the most stressful thing to me)and interacted with everyone in the company from production to the art department. USPC was a big company but small enough for everyone to feel like family.

Yesterday, my friend Marla, who is also my real estate agent, and I visited a home that I knew I was not going to buy but wanted to visit, nonetheless. After viewing the pictures online, I felt myself being drawn to the house in a major and somewhat inexplicable way.  Although it checks many boxes for us, it is brick, has 2 fireplaces, tons of windows and large rooms, this lovely house, built in 1937, only has one-bathroom, major issue. Also, it has what looks to be a gutter drainage issue, the foundation is in poor condition and there is a lot of deterioration due to the moisture. It is a no, still I had to see it in person. Marla was ready and willing to show it to me. 

At some point in 2022 I decided that I was done watching and listening to the TV/radio news completely.

For several years prior I had been shown signs that I should stop watching and/or listening to the news but I guess I just was not ready to make the change.

What happens when you decide there is a better version of you available and you want to become them? A version of you who is a better listener, meditates to become less reactive, wants to learn to enforce boundaries with the people in your life. You are beginning your personal growth journey!!!

There are a million cliches and let’s not forget all the song lyrics!

Over the last few weeks, I have sort of made a list of things that I thought would never change, things I thought I would be doing for the rest of my life.

In the simplest terms, manifestation is putting your intention towards something that you hope will happen, and then watching it happen in real life. In other words, if you think it, it'll come true. - Julia Malacoff Look around the space you are in, you will find something that you once upon a time did not have, but desired, and now it is in your reality.

“Come on bro, man up.” “Act like a man.” “Be a man.” These phrases are heard by boys from a very young age from the media, their peers and sometimes even their own parents. “Be a man” is used in attempts to say, “be tough.” - June Kitahara. While this is the way the phrase is most often used (negatively), for me it resonated in a very different way.

As I am writing this blog post I am preparing to present an in-person workshop on boundaries. What they are, why we may not have them, and how to create them in our lives. Boundaries are one of the 3 most important tools I ever learned about and then came to implement in my life. Along with my daily routines and being present, learning about and implementing boundaries has had an everlasting impact on me and my life.

I am pretty sure that, as long as I can remember, I have always wanted to be a 50-year-old woman. And, perhaps a Crone **

The women I was in awe of my whole life, were all “older.” They were well dressed, wore bold jewelry, had perfectly styled hair and were beautiful. They had such an air of class and confidence about them. That’s what I wanted, so badly.