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Grief's Playlist

Jake’s Playlist

Link to spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0BCzRXK0EIwYdcdJBCGwyH

Music carried me through the grief process. Below are the songs on “Jake’s Playlist.”

I know not one of these songs was written about losing a dog, but when this girl lost her dog,
these were the songs that I turned to.
I call out certain lyrics that spoke to my soul.


Bruce Springsteen Dancing in the Dark:
I ain’t nothing but tired/man I’m just tired and bored with myself
You can’t start a fire/You can’t start a fire without a spark
I check my look in the mirror/I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
I’m dying for some action/I’m sick of sitting around here trying to write this book.
I need a love reaction

Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers Room At the Top:
Look deep in the eyes of love and find out what you were looking for
I wish I could feel you tonight/little one you’re so far away
I wanna reach out and touch your heart
I love you/please love me/I’m not so bad/And I love you so

Wildflowers:
You deserv…

The Space Between

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Orenthal James Simpson was released from jail today. I really don’t care. I kind of forgot he was in there. If I cared, I would have been shocked that it’s been 9 years since he went behind bars. But I don’t care about OJ. What I think about how much the world has changed in that space of time.  In 2008, Obama was starting his first term, Facebook was taking the place of MySpace, and the Spill hadn't happened. I reflect on how much my world has changed: a few jobs, that White House Fellows thing, numerous dog health scares and two road trips across the country.  I think about these things because I don’t care about OJ and his 9 years. I care about me. This shouldn’t be shocking new to anyone who knows me.
Since he’s been locked up, I’ve moved from Huntsville to the beach to Huntsville to Seattle for a disastrous relationship. Moved four times in my three years in Seattle and then moved back to Alabama almost two months ago.
The move back happened unexpectedly and quicker than I thou…

Lord, I'm Coming Home to You!

Lynyrd Skynyrd is coming to a local casino in a few weeks.  A few weeks ago, the ads featuring “Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I’m coming home to you” aired on the TV.
Those lines danced through my head for a few days, and they were mighty present when a friend/consultant said, “Oh, hey, we (the firm she works for) are up for a job in Alabama.” We were at lunch and my new hire – just four days into her job – was with us. I tried to play it cool, “Well, let me know if you need anything.”
A week later airline tickets and hotels were booked for a quick trip to Mobile for me and the co-president of the public relations firm – a company I have wanted to work at for two years. We planned and interviewed and hoped.
A few weeks later - and Sweet Home, I’m coming. And this time, I’m not leaving.
I have been busy manifesting things for the last few months: alternative work schedules, good seats at fancy restaurants, new clients, etc. For a year or so, I’ve been wondering how I would land a job where I w…

My Life's Purpose

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I was standing on the train platform looking at my Facebook memories feed for that day when what to my wondering eyes should appear but the following declaration from seven years before:  I want to be a life coach. Chills. Pure chills. Because later that day - seven years after I had declared my intentions - I was interviewing for Seattle Coach, the area's leading training program. It was no coincidence. I could not believe I had waited seven years to follow my dream!

Fast forward a year plus forward and I have wrapped up my coach training and here I am, launching my coaching practice.

Last week was our final class day. We all went out to celebrate and bid each other farewell with tears and hugs. Not this girl, I was so stoic. Until I got home and looked at my certificate. Pride overwhelmed me. Throughout the program I've been coaching my classmates and willing clients. And I love it. It sets me on fire to see those ah-ha moments and walk with people as they journey to greatne…

I deserve it (and so do you)

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My dear friend, who we’ll call Mollie, is a take-no-prisoners kind of gal.  Her senses of self and humor are enough to drop an ox.  Many moons ago she was discussing something I perceived as lavish – a regular message schedule or other type of beauty treatment.  My facial expression must have conveyed my thoughts.  Her response was simple, “I deserve it.”  My love for her grew immediately.  “Deserve it?” I thought, with a mixture of jealousy and happiness. 
            Truth be told, she’d worked very hard to get to a place where she could treat herself.  She completely deserved it.  Fast forward many moons to a few months ago.  With the passage of 25 pounds off my body, I treated myself to a 90-minute massage.  While checking in at the spa, the clerk’s comments revealed a surprising tone when she saw the amount of time.  “I deserve it,” I quickly offered.  She chuckled, “I love it.”  Her response was genuine.  I mumbled to myself, “That’s right, I do.”  I pushed myself ve…