#LoIsInDaBl Day 19: A Whole Lotta Cousins!

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Put a Little Love in Yours!

Here’s an interesting tidbit about me. On my father’s side, I have 32 first cousins. Yes, that’s right. My grandparents had six children. Between them, they produced 36 grandchildren – me, and my three siblings, and thirty -two others.

What’s this have to do with anything? Well, today at Love Is In Da Blog, Bee prompts us to write about aunts, uncles, and/or cousins.

Most of these cousins are older than me – my father was the fifth of those six children, and his oldest sibling, my Uncle Leo (a former firefighter, and a lot nicer and more fun than Jerry’s Uncle Leo on Seinfeld), is twelve years older. The effect was that Uncle Leo’s youngest child was the age of my older brother, eldest in our family. I barely knew one of the older children until I was a teenager. I played with several second cousins just a few years younger than me.

Most of my cousins grew up far away – many in South Carolina, some in Virginia. I saw them on occasion, growing up, for days at a time, so I knew them well enough to carry on conversations and play with, but not well enough to ever feel – well, casual, I guess – around them.

But we had a helper, in my Grandpa Foster.

For all of our childhoods, Grandpa would take Super Eight silent films as he traveled from family to family, with my grandma until she died when I was nine, and then alone. The main attraction, when he came to have dinner with us, was to have his movie screen set up in the living room after we ate, and it was dark enough for the movies. We’d watch the films as he ran the projector, and it was a huge honor to be asked to be his assistant.

We’d watch the movies of our cousins living their lives, showing off new toys, new skills, new clothes, new teeth…sharing their favorite things. There’d be new movies and old favorites. They’d be spooled together, their families merging with ours, hodgepodge, the way sprawling families get all tangled up together. And, because I saw bits and pieces of their lives in this way, and because my grandfather almost always narrated, I felt that I knew them.

Other times, he’d bring the camera, and something upon which to write the date, and he’d film our lives-of-the-moment, and I could imagine my cousins somewhere far away, watching the movies when it was their turn.

There was an air of magic and mystery to the whole process.

Decades have passed since my grandfather died in 1987, the same year I graduated. Many of my cousins were already adults by then, living their own lives, and, as time passed, we gradually lost touch without the cohesive force he had provided –

The Internet has reconnected me with several of my cousins. It’s a little like those old movies. I get to peek into bits of their everyday lives. I get to know them in a new way. But, this time, they have control of what they share….

And I can share what I want of my life, too…

I think my Grandpa would be very happy about that. =)

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Me, as a baby. Photo supplied by my cousin Heather, who lives in Virginia, via Faebook.

#LoIsInDaBl Day 13: Carnage on Love’s Battlefield

Put a Little Love in Yours!

Put a Little Love in Yours!

Today, Bee prompted us to write about violence in love, perhaps using this Pat Benatar song as an inspiration.

When I first heard, “Love is a Battlefield”, as a high schooler, I thought of it only in terms of romantic love, and I wasn’t sure I agreed. I imagined a chessboard that took over an entire landscape, rolling over mountains and valleys. It was there that the battle was raged, each time I heard the song- the male and female warriors constantly driving against one another, trying to win.

It would be nearly two decades before I realized that romantic love doesn’t offer the only killing ground. It can be there in any purportedly loving relationship, when someone puts their wants ahead of another’s need, or uses greater power, capacity, or authority to menace and force others to their will…

I couldn’t see it when I lived on the battlefield, but I was raised with the certainty that love can and does hurt, that the powerful would dominate the weak, and that it was self-preservation to always, ALWAYS be wary of the people around you, and the circumstances, because guarded truces and cease-fires could end with no warning at all. Annihilation of spirit and assaults to the body were givens- always just a matter of time.

Our home was love’s battlefield, and the wars couldn’t be avoided.

It’s hard to understand that, if it’s all that you’ve known. It wasn’t until I had children of my own that I began to realize it. Without any intention of doing so, I’d dug trenches, armed myself, and designated front lines in my own home, with my own husband and little children. I didn’t know, really, that it could be another way for us.

I also didn’t know how strongly certain defense mechanisms were embedded in me, and that, when one was triggered, I wasn’t capable of responding with logic or compassion. Nope, it was straight-on fight or flight, just as it had been when I was a kid, and had no way out. Afterward, I’d be sorry – but there was so much I didn’t know that it would happen again, and again.

One of the best things I’ve ever done to learn to build a lasting peace -in my home, my family, and my life – was to read Anger: Wisdom for Cooling the Flames, by Thich Nhat Hanh. It helped me to see my rage in new ways, and to pay attention to it, and what it was trying to tell me, rather than hide from it, or be controlled by it.

When I realized that I was triggered by my husband sighing because my father had often sighed just before he launched into a fit of rage that could end with me on the floor trying to avoid his blows, I was also able to realize that my Accomplice sighs when he’s content, or frustrated, or angry – but that he’s never once laid a hand on me in anger. When we argued, and he stood in the doorway, I wasn’t reacting to him, so much as the old terror of being a trapped child who couldn’t escape what were often untenable and frightening circumstances.

I was unfairly judging my husband on the basis of a family history he doesn’t share and can’t truly understand. And it was causing problems in our marriage, and our family. I’ve since learned that the “fight-or-flight” instinct lasts about 90 seconds. If I can resist it that long, I will be able to think more clearly, and choose more wisely.

It made me see my own responses, and the things that precipitated them, in a new light. It helped me learn to assess each situation only by itself. It’s been a few years, and we now have a far more peaceful home.

Something else came from this learning. I understand my parents in a way I didn’t, before. I think back to my childhood, and wonder how many things each day triggered memories of their own childhoods. There was certainly a “flashpoint” quality to their rages that extended well into my adulthood. I suspect many people may be responding to triggers from their own pasts when they unleash their furies – and that they have no idea, usually, that the problem isn’t nearly so much with the current target of their rage than with the long-ago perpetrator….

I’m estranged from my parents, because there seemed no other way to dismantle the trappings of a battlefield in those relationships. But I don’t blame them for the carnage in my childhood; I think I understand, even if I choose not to engage.

Because there is a choice, for me, now. I don’t have to live out the pattern I was raised within, and love doesn’t have to be a battlefield, here, in my life.

And it isn’t.

It’s a lot more like this (yes, including the wonderful silliness!):

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#LoIsInDaBl Day 5: Love, Service, and Paradigm Shifts, Oh My!


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Put a Little Love in Yours!

How do you show others that you love them? For that matter, how do you know you do? And, while we’re on the subject, just what the heck is this love thing, anyway?

Today, Bee‘s prompt urges us to consider opinionated love – the darker aspects of the feeling. My own idea for the day was to write about love through service. I’m going to combine these ideas.

This last week, I cleaned every piece of the kids’ wooden train set. The kids used it often when they were little, but hadn’t for a while. But when I suggested giving it away, they balked; they still wanted it. So I cleaned each piece with oil soap, and scrubbed the bin, making it usable and inviting again…it was a high-detail, time-intensive activity, and it made me happy.

There was a time, a few years ago, when I saw life very differently. Back then, it seemed that my whole life was wrapped up in maintaining my obligations to my extended family unit. I often felt, hugely taken advantage of, used, taken for granted, and left holding the bag.

My pet peeve was, and, sometimes, still is, cleaning.

All cleaned up! I finished while watching Shakespeare Uncovered.

When I saw so much of life as odious duty, I expected to be appreciated for “getting it done”. When someone made a mess in an area I had just cleaned, I was and furious to have my work “undone”, my limited energy “wasted”, my time “devalued”.

My hard work and constant struggle to live up to standards of cleanliness was in conflict with the realities of my life. And, when it got to be too much, I would explode at the nearest targets.

One night, when the kids were about 5 and 2, my Accomplice came home to find them both sitting on the low steps to our sunken living room, sobbing – and me in the room, screaming and screeching while I gesturing wildly and flung things around. He called me a monster, and I turned on him. I knew what it was to live with abuse; this was nowhere near as bad, and these kids were lucky to have me as their mother.

I thought that I showed my love by being a good mother, and a good wife. I measured my ‘goodness’ by how I kept the house and kids, and by being vigilantly, by instilling values into my children, by doing things that could be easily measured.

But my children were afraid of me when I yelled, and my husband thought I was a monster, and I was echoing things that had been said to me when I was a kid – things I’d sworn I would never say, if I was ever anyone’s mother.

And then I read this amazing post on service.  It changed the way I saw my role in my family. Over time, it’s made a huge difference in the way I approach the matters of home and hearth – what I now call ‘hometending’, to remind myself of what my objective is in doing it.

A new resting place.

Now, I do only the homtending I want to do each day, and, I try to do them with a spirit of service.

I don’t expect things to stay clean forever, once I clean them. Clean spaces are meant for living in, and living, at least here, tends toward a degree of untidiness that can spiral at times of intense activity or intense growth.

Learning how to remain calm when I’m overwhelmed – but I see that learning, too, as a gift of service, not only to my family, but to myself…because it doesn’t help anything to launch into a diatribe about it, and it makes the problem feel insurmountable.

These days, I’m more likely to ask someone to pitch in, when I’m overwhelmed. I accept that ‘no’ is a possible answer – and I accept that I can say no, too. I even do, sometimes, when I can’t bring a spirit of service to my hometending.

And what about the trains? They were almost immediately back in use…after which I found them a new place in my study to live, so that they won’t get grubby again…

Cleaning them was a service – a labor of love, and a way of showing, not that I’m a “good mom” who keeps kids and house clean, because other things didn’t get cleaned while I was busy with the trains – and, let’s face it, it’s rather invisible as efforts go.

I was demonstrating my love, my willingness to go “out of my way” for their benefit. I could’ve left the bin grubby, or given the trains away over protests; there was a time when I would have done one or the other, most likely as a “logical consequence” of some perceived misdeed.

Instead, I cleaned the trains, and got to see the joy they brought Annalise when she was able to use them again. I also got to see her clean them up, without anyone saying anything about it – her own act of loving service.

It’s ridiculously easy to say “I love you.” People say it all the time; they don’t always mean it. It’s not so hard to do things, and say it’s out of love – even when it’s hurting the ones we love.

When I show my love in the form of willing, happy service, magic can happen. I’m filled up by the offering, and again when it’s received. Better, by far, to have a house less tidy, and flowing over with imagination and laughter than one that’s clean and filled with screaming and crying.

I think, in order to truly show my love, I have to live it. I have to be willing to extend myself to and for those I love. I need to see my beloveds, and tend to their needs in ways that honor them – and me.

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Slightly untidy house, happy train play. WINNING! Photo credit: Annalise S. Burton

#LoIsInDaBl Day #4: What I Love to Do, Snow Day Edition

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Put a Little Love in Yours!

So, what do you love to do? How often do you do it? Do you make yourself to meet some other requirements before you let yourself indulge in it? Why? Do you embrace it, giving it as much time as you are able? How do you feel, when you’re deeply engaged with it?

I love taking pictures. I especially enjoy photographing the simple magic Lovely Chaos, of our lives. And so, today, I offer a bit of Winter Storm Linus, and how it was enjoyed by a certain young Force of Nature at our house…

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JusJoJan Day 20: Our Kinda Economics

Just Jottin’ through January!

Does time move quickly for you, Tempus Fugit style? Or is it doing the crawl, imitating a sloth as it drags along, seeming to have no particular place to go, and no need to get there until it does?

Something in between, that changes along with the mood or circumstances?

Now, what about your finances?

See what I did there? I guess you weren’t expecting that *giggles*.But economics is a part of life, like it or not, and I don’t want to end my ten days of ‘rithmetickling (yup, I totally just made that up - I’m sorry you’re welcome!) without taking a little peek into the fabulous world of money, goods, services, and commodities.

Some things that happened in our family:

  • Annalise, 10, wanted the new Monster High DVD. She was paying back an advance on her allowance; and the family budget was already stretched with the preparations for winter, the dryer that died, car repairs, and holiday plans. We chatted about finite resources, and how she could get this item. We could come back and get it later, or she could put it on her Christmas list, or wait until she’d paid back her allowance – she decided to wait until it’s on Netflix or Amazon. She’s still a little disappointed , but she’s reached a decision she can live with.

  • Jeremiah, at 9, wanted a 3DS. We told him we would get him one for Christmas. He was determined to get it on his tenth birthday, in early September. We told him we would pay for half, and a game, but couldn’t manage more then. With a few months to earn the money, he arranged to do odd jobs for his grandparents. He got up early even when he’d gone to bed late. He worked hard and well, only taking breaks when authorized. And, on his tenth birthday, I took him to the store of his choice to purchase his new 3DS in the color of his choice – as well as that new game to play on it.

I love watching my kids learn about economics. I’m fascinated with how they weigh alternatives, budget their money, debate the relative value of this over that. I’m endlessly reminded of who they are in the approach that they take.

Jeremiah tends toward minimalism, and at the same time has big dreams and high standards. When we offered him offered a reconditioned laptop last year, he declined, because what he really wants is a gaming computer that costs thousands, and we have a hundreds kind of budget. He says he’ll wait until he can buy it himself. He’s eager to get his working papers in a little less than a year, so he can take a regular job, and he still works for his grandfather many weekends when the weather is nice enough for home and yard maintenance.

Annalise is expansive, with many passions. She tends to spend her money quickly, but not as quickly at 10 as she did at 8. She’s always had a discriminating side t- at 5, I would show her all the options for Littlest Pet Shop figures that fit the week’s budget, and she would go through a lengthy process of elimination until she made her selection. She often takes advances, and always knows how much she owes. She’s coming to the realization that she can save some, and still spend some, and to see ways she can get more out of her money. One month, she explored her bank statement, and became deeply interested in the idea of earning interest. She was so captivated that she asked for our family bank statement, and read the entire three pages!

As a child, I didn’t have an allowance, and discussions often ended at, “We can’t afford it,” “That’s a waste of money,” and the seemingly evergreen favorite, “Money doesn’t grow on trees.” My parents handled the finances with their own rituals that didn’t include us, unless we happened to overhear. Money seemed mysterious and rather terrifyingly powerful to me as a child, and it took me well into my thirties to really start to sort out how I feel about it, and how to use it comfortably and intelligently.

It’s cool that my own children will get to adulthood with these and many other small and large experiences with economics already in their experience banks. They’ll have a lot less to figure out later, when the consequences of mistakes could be far costlier.

If you have kids, how do you approach family or personal finances with them? Did you have an allowance as a child? Was it tied in to chores, grades, or behavior? Did you have the power, or do your kids, to make some money decisions independently of adult authority? Did you, or have your kids, set financial goals for yourselves? How did that turn out?

Penny for your thoughts! =)

Shopping at the Erie Canal, fall 2014.

January Goals: A Renewed Vision

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Oh, hi! Have you been here long? It’s been a busy couple of days, and I didn’t notice you there, at first.

Here we are, already, at the first ROW80 check-in of 2015. I’ve missed this!

For me, this first two days have been a blend of writing, family, home, and self, in shifting proportions. There’s a new front door in the family room, and I’ve had time with all my beloveds, gotten acquainted with some new projects, and returned to renew my friendship with some older ones. I’m finding a pace and a rhythm, and ideas abound…

I’ve posted my 2015 goals, and my Round One goals.

A yaar for building on success!

Now, it’s time for my January goals.

  • Goals attained: blue with strikethrough.

  • Goals in progress: green.

  • Goals-in-waiting: red.



Write rough draft of Terrance’s story.

  • Reread two stories that directly connect to Terrance’s.

Submit “Morning Coffee” to World Unknown Review.

Kifo Island Chronicles:

Sort stories into novella threads; choose three.

  • Stories are sorted into ten novella groups.

  • I’ll be developing the Barry/Corinne/Terrance; Ava/Donovan/Karina; and Gladys/Howard/Iris sets this year.

Complete background information for at least one, using Cathy Yardley‘s Rock Your Plot.

Star Trek Chronology Project:

Complete current viewing of Star Trek: Enterprise; rewatch Season 1; taking notes and beginning story list.

The IDIC Romance:

Research fan fiction sites.

Choose one for first submission.

A-Z travel posts:

Create list of A-Z post topics.

Trueborn Warp/Weft series:

Sketch notes for next volume in each series.

  • Ideas forming for next Warp volume.

Write at least 750 words daily:

Use 750words.com for freewriting and to chart progress.

  • 6/6 days.


Chameleon’s Dish:

Revise all plot points for Chameleon’s Dish (6.5 scenes).

  • Reread scene in progress and relevant background material to reorient myself in this story.
  • Began revising the scene in progress.

The IDIC Romance:

Complete revision pass for “Tigress T’Pol” as WIPpet project.

  • Reread this week’s section; took notes for revision.

Combine “Breaking Protocol”, “Mystery Woman”, and “Magical Possibilities” into new rough draft.

  • Reread existing stories; simmering before beginning revision process.


Revise “Morning Coffee”.

Choose at least 1 more story for 2015 revision.

  • Added “The Venom Club”.

On our way….

Social Media:

Blog Maintenance:

Maintain regular posting schedule, comments, and visits.

  • On track, thus far.
  • I’ve decided to tackle at least 5 comments neglected in the NaNo madness each week until caught up with those.

Build blog queues:

Write at least 1 general queue post; and 1 “special” WIPpet.

Blogging Action Plan:

Review Blogging Action Plan; highlight for revision.

Review Lovely Chaos Sidebar; make list of desired changes.

Twitter and Facebook:

Visit at least twice weekly.

Pinterest, LinkedIn, WANATribe, ect:

Visit at least one weekly.

Share posts – mine, and others’:

Share at least 3 items a week.

Blog views and followers:

Increase blog views to 25 on a semi-regular basis (at least 10 times this month).

  • 5/6 days over 25 this month.


Family room reset:

Clean the three toy bins (trains; gears; misc.).

Clean the Lego and battle game drawers.

Kitchen reset:

Clean all kitchen counters to left of sink.

Rehome pans and serving dishes to pantry.

Inhabit my study:

Clean and organize floor.

  • A few small steps.

Replace calendar and candle.

  • Purchased.
  • Next up, hanging and preparing for use.

Use the space at least once per week.

Personal Administration:

Clean, organize, and backup Desktop and Writing Bullpen files’ sort Leisure Time Reading file.

Maintain inbox below 100 messages at least twice weekly.

  • Checked/sorted on Monday.

Homeschool Administration:

Complete second quarter homeschool reports for both kids, due March 15.

Photo digitalization:

Scan Oregon travel photos; save in organized files with backup.


Submit sponsor post.

  • Two sets of comments saved.
  • Next up, creating rough drafts.

Keep visits up-to-date.

  • Will have all visits made by the time this posts.

Something worth tending, seventeen years later!


Oregon vacation:

Make list of what needs doing.

Make schedule for accomplishing list items.

Do what can be done in January; evaluate weekly.

Kindle ebooks:

Read and write reviews for 2 books on my Writers I Know list.

NNWM local group:

Continue attending write-ins whenever possible.

Interact at least weekly online.


Experiment with guided/unguided meditation at least once a week.

TBR Stacks:

Read 1 books bedroom TBR pile.

Smart Change:

Make a list of goals to focus on, using the methods in this book.


Reconnect with USS Albany group.

My beloveds:

One on one time with each, at least twice per month, doing something of value to us both.

  • Workout, snuggles, and couple time.
  • 1 /2 for each!

Paying it Forward:

Complete at least two beta reads and promotional blog posts for other writers as requested.

  • Read first scene of beta read 1 /2.

Yummy goodness!

Fitness and Nutrition:


At the Y or a strenuous activity at least weekly.

  • Short, moderate intensity weight/cardio workout on Tuesday.

Wii Fit at least once weekly, for 15 minutes minimum.

Walk, dance, swim, or physical play:

With children, spouse, and/or dog at least weekly.

  • 3 laps on the track, and a workout, with Jeremiah.


Find out t’ai chi and yoga class schedules.

Intuitive Eating:


Cooking/ Food Preparation:

Develop a repertoire of 4 self-made food options that support my nutritional goals.

Maintain weekly nutritional quotas; adapt as needed.

  • More on this Sunday; maintaining thus far.


Maintain or reduce weight; continue monthly checks.

Take a ride on the other ROWboats – visit more ROWers here!

Take a ride on the ROWboat!

It’s (Nearly) A Wrap!: 2014 Writing Goals

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How do you say farewell to the outgoing year, and welcome in a new one? Do you have goals, or fly more by the seat of your pants into a wide-open future? Do you feel that everything is more or less the same, from one year to the next?

As the last days of 2014 unfurl, I’m drafting the final five scenes of Perchance to Dream, my last “hanging WIP” (incomplete draft). If I finish it before midnight on Wednesday, this will be the first year since I began writing seriously that I’ve had this “clean slate”. I’ll be able to begin 2015 with all of my projects ready for the next stage of creation.

I think that’s pretty cool!

Since 2012, I’ve framed my writing goals using Kait Nolans wonderful A Round of Words in 80 Days. Much more than a writing challenge, ROW80 is an amazing online writing community, a resource, and a means to track progress, refine goals, and be accountable for moving toward them (Round 1 2015 starts on January 5, if you’re interested in joining us!).

At the beginning of 2014, I set annual goals, using a long-term list I created in Kristen Lamb‘s excellent Blogging for Brand class. Now, at the end of the year, let’s peek back and see where I’ve ended up….which will help me to set my Big Picture Goals for 2015.

Into the Time Machine we go…

2014 Blogging:


Build positive blogging habits – post regularly, answer comments.

  • Comments still more hit-or-miss than I’d like. Something to address.

  • Posting is better; mostly regular.

Overhaul sidebar for Trueborn Jottings (it’s the least noxious!).

  • Done- but thinking this blog will expire in 2015, and be merged into my website-to-be.

Add all useful bits, templates, links, etc, for each feature to Master Resource File.

  • Done, but now use templates, instead. Good learning experience.


Focus on layout and design aspects of my Blogging Action Plan.

  • Not so much…

Build positive blogging habits –build queues, and share diversely.

  • Still more hit-or-miss than I’d like. Something to address.

Brainstorm what I want in a website; move The Unfettered Life to a spiffy new home.

  • Not much written, but a lot of beneath the surface pondering.

  • TUL will be incorporated into the website, in some form.

Not This Year:

Queue one post for each regular feature.

  • I need a better plan for queuing. Or a plan, period… =/

2014 Writing:


Complete rough drafts of To Be or Not to Be and The Stars Are Fire.

  • Both completed this year.

Explore my gestating Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction novel concept, as well as the Last House story collection concept, in the form of short pieces or flash fiction, during April and May.

Draft two more novels in the Trueborn double series, as NaNo projects.

  • Shifted goal to one; at over 270K words, the Monsterscript is complete!


Complete rough draft of Perchance to Dream.

  • Currently writing scene 56/60; may still be wrapped up by year’s end.

Not This Year:

Freewrite on the ideas I’ve had for the unwritten portions of the story.

  • A little progress; I want more.

2014 Editing:


Complete first revision pass for Chameleon’s Dish.

  • My first serious revision using a plan. It’s taking a lot longer than I anticipated, but the results are an order of magnitude or two above the rough draft, so I’m very happy with that!

Complete Deep Revision process with my three short story WIPs.

  • Again, this took longer than expected. I completed 1/3, “A Splash of Red”.

  • ASOR” was submitted to, accepted, and published in World Unknown Review!

Not This Year:

Complete first revision passes for Bounded by a Nutshell; make pre-revision notes for Blood and Breath.

  • These are waiting until CD is complete.

Revise all poems for Queen of My Infinite Spaces, until satisfied with the results.

  • Nope. And now I’ve added a second set of OctPoWriMo poems….

2014 Hometending:


Continue physical and virtual hometending plans – resetting rooms, cleaning files, and inhabiting my study.

  • Not as much forward momentum as I’d hoped, for various reasons to be analyzed before Round 1.

Continue the family room reset.

  • Creeping along in chaotic fits and starts, but getting there.

Spend time daily in my study.

  • Again, this went in fits and starts; with periods of use and non-use.

Develop new habits that support organization and productivity.

  • This was also more hit or miss than I wanted it to be.

Experiment with play project schedule.

  • I did this for a while; then moved on to other means of organzing and arranging my time.

Not This Year:

Research small business establishment /administration.

Read at the Small Business Administration website.

  • Not really ready for this, so set it aside.

2014 Lifetending:


Make plans to meet with at least 1 person on my get-together list; get in touch with at least 2 more to express my wish to reconnect.

  • Got together with several friends; contacted even more, and made some new ones!

Seek out playful new ways to move and challenge my body.

  • Yes!


Stretch and find new ways to blend the facets of my life with intention and awareness.

Select and complete projects from my Play Jar.

  • I did not as many as I wanted; but some.

So, there’s my 2014. I’ve finished a few things, moved many forward, and left a few largely untouched. I’ve lived, and learned, and grown….

Now it’s your turn! What was your most stunning success of 2014? What do you wish you’d done more of? You know what to do with that little box down there, right? =)