I lost ALOT of money. I lost money *At* work when projects got difficult, I lost money deciding not to work when I needed the summer off to bounce back, and I lost money not being able to work because I was home with my Mom. The only thing I regret is spending part of my savings to bail out projects, instead of taking a pilgrimmage to the Holy Land in honor of Fr. King. BIG mistake.
I started asking myself what it is I need to do for myself to feed my spirit.
I was hugely satisfied by a deepening relationship with a PR consultant I've been working with over the last year or so, and very happy with our joint project and her accomplishments for the client.
And frustrated by clients who play games instead of giving you the information you need to do a good job for them.
I am so embarrassed that I ____. Well...It's hard to pick just one thing.
Once again, I failed to finish writing my novel.
Once again, I did not achieve buns of steel.
The biggest physical difference between me last December and this December is the strength in my core. It's all about the core. Though I really would be o.k. with buns of steel, too.
I loved spending time in the art studio.
Why did I spend even two minutes talking to that creepy old guy at the dinner party?
I should have spent more time calling friends on the phone and catching up.
I regret buying the gold sequin top and military jacket from Michael Kors. I knew I would never wear the outfit, but my husband told me I looked pretty in it. Sucker.
I will never regret buying [paying for] a housekeeper, even though with that money I could have bought a whole lot of things.
I ruminated way too much.
I didn’t exercise consistently enough.
My cowlick drove me crazy.
Was my cowlick crazier than ever last year? Or was it me?
The most relaxing place I went was my house in Montana.
I feel so vulnerable when I write that down. Especially when no one comments on those bleeding heart blog posts.
Why did I go to that sh**ty hairdresser? I know better than that.
The best thing I did for someone else was spending some time at home with my mother before she moved into assisted living, even though it meant a big drop in my income.
The best thing I did for myself was deciding to take the summer off and just enjoy the time, even though it meant a big drop in my income.
The best thing someone did for me was say Mass for me when I was deeply hurting. A gift that compares to nothing I could ever make, bake, or buy.
The one thing I’d like to do again, but do it better, is recognize when I'm at my physical and emotional limits. And then STOP whatever I'm doing that makes it so.