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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…

Throne Ascension and Cookies

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I was having one of those particularly "on" days - genius was pouring out of my mouth. Stirred up on ego, I claimed, "It is time for me to ascend to a throne somewhere."

I even made it into a snazzy Facebook cover.  It didn't get enough likes.  Come on people - get with me.  



Whatevs.  I was giggly, snazzy proud of my proclamation - especially when it came true at tennis that night. In our doubles league, one player is Queen of the Court - it's predetermined by the league coordinator. Guess who was Queen of her Court that night? This girl.  

While this isn't exactly the throne I was thinking about, I totally laughed and said a silent thank you to God. He will provide, some times with a side of humor.

Yesterday, my co-worker and I were all a tizzy. Rather than hosting our weekly check-in inside, we opted to go get cookies and coffee at the shop across the plaza. He loves cookies and I adore him, so I'm game.

Halfway to the store, I realized I didn't b…

Hello 43, Let's Roll

Being born 72 hours in the New Year means that when the world celebrates the New Year, so do I.Hurrah to having the worst birthday ever.

I rarely make resolutions, but this year things are different.

So here we go.

1.Use the phrase coup de gras (grace) more often
2.Eat more salsa, but less cheese; understand this is going to mean no more nachos
3.Run/trot a 5k every month
4.Do my signature “jack in the box” more often; you are welcome work pals, you are welcome
5.Find out how to become a cinematographer
6.Update resume to reflect cinematography skills
7.More Brian Williams
8.Go on a Bigfoot Hunt (that doesn’t involve the couch)
9.More dog pics
10.Less dick pics
11.Take down the Christmas tree
12.Summer trip to Chicago
13.Dust
14.Vacuum
15.Change the oil in the car in a timely manner
16.Make a list of things to do tomorrow:
a.Dust
b.Vacuum
c.Get an oil change
d.Find a biography on Brian Williams
17.Loudly declare my angst of fruit in places it should NOT EVER be:cake, salsa, salad

Roll Dawgs

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For 30 of my 42 years, I’ve lived in either Seattle or Alabama. With their differing cultures, both are key to who I am. I’ve done a good job of seamlessly living in and loving each. But in less than two weeks, the Peach Bowl brings my homes together, against each other. As such I find myself in a peculiar spot. You see, I am madly in love with my Roll Tide and Go Dawgs family. As game day approaches I find my loyalties not being tested, but being strengthened.
My older brother graduated from University of Washington. I spent many years in Alabama, where college football is life. At a young age, you pick a team, stick with that team – and buy sweaters, earrings, car tags and more to show loyalty. When I first moved south, my Alabama family wasn’t really into college football. Then the cousins started to go to that one school with the one team. Back in Seattle, my younger brother married in to a UW family. I never pledged a loyalty to either team.
Now I’m back in Seattle and soon I’ll fi…