Day 167. Women Only

For all the men in my blogging life, ignore the title. You’re more than welcome here. Feel free to come in, make yourselves at home, and read away. All will become clear in a minute or two.

When I watched the Golden Globes last Sunday, in their acceptance speeches, both Jodi Foster and Kevin Costner sounded like they were retiring from the business. At least that’s what it sounded like to me. I guess time will tell. It matters not. I’m only bringing it up because I find myself, once again, being offered another award. For which I am very grateful.

Sincere thanks go to Chris, the woman behind Press “M” for Menopause. Like so many of us she’s a multi-tasker, with tons on her plate. She turned to blogging because she thought it would be a great way to express herself; and meet people with similar interests. She’s also a very good photographer, who’s just bought herself a fabulous, new camera. So when you visit her blog, be sure to check out her second one, SHUTTER, (great name, by the way) which is devoted to her photography.

So now you’re thoroughly confused, I imagine. Wondering what Jodi Foster and Kevin Costner’s speeches have to do with me. Well, I know I keep repeating myself, but I am truly overwhelmed at the response this blog is receiving. I am very

Day 159. Not Sure?

I so enjoy reading the blogs on WordPress.  They don’t just inspire ‘me’, they often inspire an idea.  Just like Tony’s post on his blog, Finding Subjects, did yesterday.  He wrote about a turtle he saw on a walk.

It was far from water, and all holed up in its shell.  He wondered if the turtle needed help, and debated whether or not to intervene.  He talked to it (didn’t mention what he said in his post) and it must have been exactly the encouragement the turtle needed, because it stuck its neck out and walked away.

A lovely story, don’t you think?

Got me thinking about all the times I’ve needed a gentle prod.  A thumbs-up.  A nudge.  A kick in the pants.

There are times even the strongest, most determined, most confident, most ‘together’ of us, are uncertain.  Or insecure.  Not quite committed enough.  In an I’ll-get-around-to-it-later mood.  Or just not sure we should or