Go on give it a try.

I think this is a message the world needs to hear more now, than ever. So today I’m turning my blog over to Chris Black, “the poet’s poet,” who I’ve been following here on WordPress for six years. Enjoy, and do as the man says: “Smile.”

Today from the Man Shed

Live life with a smile

This will assist you

As you walk that weary mile

A door never closes

But another opens

Live life with a smile.

 

Live life with a smile

Bring happiness with you as you go

That burden may be heavy

Stand upright, face that foe

Turning your back is not the answer

Live life with a smile.

 

Live life with a smile

Learn not to recoil

As you step out into a new dawn

Smile instead of yawn

You have made it through another night

Live life with a smile.

 

Live life with a smile

Although at times it’s burdensome

That cross we have to bear

There is always someone less well off

Their cross they may wish to share

Live life with a smile.

 

Live life with a smile

Spread the happiness within you around

Put a spring in your step…

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When everything goes wrong…

I haven’t ever re-blogged a post because this space has always been about sharing my own thoughts and feelings. But I am so inspired by this blog post, written by a blogger I have followed for years about her son, I just have to share it. If this doesn’t inspire you to just go for it then nothing will. A perfect story for the start of a new year and all the possibilities it holds …

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

“Just let me know when you’ve arrived…” Those words are spoken, in the most casual manner possible, by every parent when one of their offspring goes off on an adventure. The apparent nonchalance masks all sorts of worry, panic, imagined scenarios and disasters, even though you know they are no more than chimera.

He’d booked everything at budget prices, so there was no direct flight. At stopover of five hours in Muscat would not allow him to see anything of the place and just added to the fatigue of the journey.  But, when you know they have landed in foreign climes, (because you are watching the live flight updates, and they are now running nearly a further six hours late) and the phone remains silent for an eternity, the real panic sets in. Especially when said offspring is travelling with a wheelchair.

By the time you actually hear from…

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Got my mojo back …

Well, at least my cooking mojo. It’s so bizarre. I’ve always loved to cook. For as long as I can remember, every month I’d drool my way through the latest issues of Gourmet, Bon Appetit and STIRFRYFine Cooking magazines. I couldn’t pass a cookbook store without stopping, looking and buying. I was addicted to the Food Network on TV.

Which isn’t surprising when you consider I grew up in a family who loved to think about, shop for, prepare, cook and eat food. And share it with countless friends, colleagues and family members. My mother was a fabulous cook — as were my grandmothers and aunts and cousins on both sides.

I loved to have dinner parties and enjoyed thinking about what I’d make as much as the eventual sitting at the table. Truth be told, I may have enjoyed the planning even more. Thumbing through recipes, consulting with my mother and yes, even my father, who was the ultimate shopper of fine foods. The best

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Giving it up is never easy …

What better time to talk about successfully giving anything up, then fresh on the heels of Philip Seymour Hoffman’s tragic death?  So when I was cigarette buttlooking for a little inspiration this morning, and came across this WordPress Daily Prompt, I knew I had to talk about my experience giving up smoking:

Not that smoking is, in any way, as difficult to give up,  as heroin.  Or as serious an addiction.  But make no mistake.  It is still an addiction.

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Do clothes make the man (or woman)?

How objective can you be about yourself?  I often ‘stand outside of myself’ and observe.  It’s something I really like to do and I can be very honest personalstylewith myself, about myself.  So, needless to say, I loved the WordPress Daily Prompt from January 8:  “Describe your personal style, however you’d like to interpret that — your clothing style, your communication style, your hair style, your eating style, anything.”

My ‘look’ has evolved and changed hundreds of times during my lifetime.  I’d be bored to tears if I always looked the same.  Wouldn’t you?

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Now all I need is waterproof ink …

Funny, I was recently having a conversation with a former colleague about this very subject, and what do you know — it turns up as a Daily Prompt:  shower“When and where do you do your best thinking?  In the bathroom?  While running?  Just before bed, or first thing in the morning?  On the bus?  Why do you think that is?”

For me, it’s in the shower.  There I am, steaming hot water pounding down on me, drenching my hair, cascading down my face, releasing all the tension in my neck and shoulders.  I turn this way and that, making sure every inch of me gets wet.  Making sure every inch of me gets massaged.  Pummelled.  Relaxed.  Rejuvenated.

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What’s it take to get an “A”?

Interesting question posed on the WordPress Daily Prompt last weekend:  “What would it take for you to consider yourself a successful blogger?  Is that gold starssomething you strive for?”

I guess, until you answer the second part of the question, there’s no point in answering the first.  So.  When you decided to blog, did you have a goal?  An objective?  A desired outcome?  Do you want your blog to provide you with some income at some point?

Here’s what I wanted; and still want, for that matter.  And, also, what I’m not expecting:

Right off the top I never, not even for a moment, thought of my blog as a way to earn money.  At least not directly, through ads.   If, on the other hand, a client, or even a prospective client, was to read my blog and like my writing enough to give me an assignment, I’d be delighted.  If my blog opens a door to my writing articles for either on-or-offline publications, it would be amazing.

That would certainly result in a gold star.

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Look for me under the bed

No, I’m not looking for one of my cats.  Not looking for a pair of missing shoes.  Not hiding from my cleaning lady, or anyone else.  And I’m definitely not fullmoondusting thoroughly, either.

I’m just responding to a recent WordPress Daily Prompt:  “When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who’s the opposite of who you normally are.  Describe this new you.”

It’s not that I’m so different.  It’s not like I turn into a werewolf or anything.  It’s not like I get drunk after only one glass of wine, when the moon’s full.  Or start behaving like Linda Blair in The Exorcist.

No, it’s nothing like that.  I am just aware of its presence.  Even if I don’t look up and see it.  I just know it’s there.  Hanging over me like a curtain.  A weight.  A pressure.  A weirdness.  A nuisance.  A trouble-maker.  A Continue reading

Did you miss me?

Just kidding.  Couldn’t resist.  I know it’s only been two days.  I’ve enjoyed my two days off, I must say.  It did give me a chance to clear my head.  I didn’t versatile bloggerrealize I needed it until Wednesday, when I had no blog post to worry about.  It was very nice to be able to roll over and go back to sleep for a little while.  Without having to think.

By yesterday, though, I couldn’t help myself.  Ideas for blogs started permeating my thoughts.  And now, here I am, back at it.  And very happy to be here.

You may, or may not, have noticed there’s something missing.  I’m not keeping track of days.  No need to now.  The other difference is, this story does NOT have a 2-word headline.  That was another challenge I gave myself with the original 365.  I proved I could do Continue reading

Day 345. A Byline

My friend, Marilyn, is probably the only person, outside of myself, who knows what I’m about to tell you.  Not that there’s any reason for it to be a deep, dark secret.journalist  It’s just something I’ve never talked about, before.

Have no idea why, either.

And the only reason I’m mentioning it now is, because of a recent WordPress Daily Prompt:  “If one experience or life change results from you writing your blog, what would you like it to be?”

I don’t even have to think about it.

You all know I’ve spent my career in advertising.  As a copywriter and creative director.  It’s what I always wanted to do, from the time I was a very young girl.  I’ve worked for some of the largest agencies in the world, on some of the best brands.  And I’ve had a fabulous career.

No complaints.

But outside of the industry, I’ve not been taken seriously, as a writer.  None of us are.  It’s not really a reflection Continue reading