When your life is one great big beautiful mess

“Don’t fall. Please don’t fall” I pleaded with the beautiful china plate as I tried to hang it on the wall. I had recently made it with beautiful, sparkly jewels and I was hanging it on my colorful back porch. The plate hanger was hanging over a nail, but I was trying to “engineer” the two together (with a wire) so the plate wouldn’t fall off the nail and break.

And then…



Your triumphs as a mother are scattered among your failures

I spent a recent morning looking through scrapbooks.  I made the scrapbooks when my children were little because I needed something to look forward to at the end of the day.  I was a stay-at-home mommy to two toddlers that were 20 months apart, and every night at 9 pm, after they were put to bed, I scrapbooked.  I eventually completed about thirty scrapbooks.  I desperately needed that creative outlet.


The truth is that sometimes I don’t like being me

I have had a love/hate with my personality for 45 years now.  This came to a head recently when I was doing a “personal inventory” of my life for an upcoming speaker’s conference.  The questionnaire asked, “What is your greatest regret?”  As I considered many aspects of my life, my marriage, my parenting, relationships, profession, education, etc., I settled on this one thought.

My greatest regret is being me.