Author: Brandi
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When Everything Stops
When I first started blogging, I had an unlimited source of energy and enthusiasm. I flocked to people who took BIG risks in their lives, overcame seemingly impossible obstacles and became successful because of it. My excitement over finding them was much greater than my fear of contacting them. And so I did. That’s how…
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What If I’m Not There Yet?
Some of you may be just like me. Working hard, living hard, trying to do everything you can to fit meaning and purpose in your every day. If you’re like me, then you know the anxiety that sometimes comes when you feel like no matter how much you do it’s just not enough. You may…
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Watch Out for Those Dream Killers!
I had a disturbing dream the other night. A loud, abrasive woman (who resembled me on PMS) said, “You need to watch out and guard your inspiration and your passion!” or something to that effect. That poor, harried lady who scared the hell out of me was trying her hardest to warn me of what…
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One Way to Feel Better Fast
Sorry I’ve been posting so late these days! Truthfully, it’s because I’m still on Hawaii time. Last week I was visiting family and trying my best to soak up the sunshine (even though it rained most of the time we were there). But while I was on vacation, I did have a chance to get…
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Confronting the Void
There will come a time in your life when you don’t know what to do next. You’ve done all you can to make things work, but you hit a rough spot. Not only that but that rock in the road suddenly becomes larger and deeper. And what at once seemed like a minor encumbrance becomes…
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Creative Friday: Recovering a Vintage Typewriter
Thanks for returning for part II of this post. This week I’m tying up loose ends and revealing all of the brunt work it took to recover my recent true love-an antique 1950s Royal typewriter. Let’s get started shall we? Since I had no way of knowing how to update this ugly outside cover, I…
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Cultivating a Garden of Patience
It’s not easy to wait idly while the world goes by. It reminds me of being a kid, stuck in the house, angry and resentful as I watched drops of water fall literally raining on my parade. It’s that same impatience that plagues me. There is a part of me that wants to stomp on…