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When I turned 43 at the end of December, I promised myself that this would be the year I take care of my body – start exercising more, eating better. But it’s March and things haven’t changed much. Inertia is a powerful force. I finally got myself out of bed early one morning last week…
In a recent discussion with a few friends, the topic of saying no came up. A lot of pop psychology today discusses the benefit of filling your cup before filling other people’s – making sure to take care of yourself first so that you can take care of other people. I once read somewhere that…
I turned 43 a couple months ago, and it’s been a rough transition. As I inch closer to the age my mother was when she died, not a day goes by when I don’t think about her. What would she have done, if anything, if she had known that fateful day would be her last?…
