Sweet Freak Out
Saturday morning I couldn’t find a huge stack of very important Sweetlife tax documents. Documents I had organized a week ago and then in our standard rushed style to start the week, I had thrown them into a grocery bag. Professional, I know.
I’ve been dragging around a recyclable Sports Authority bag all week, just waiting to finish the necessary work.
And then yesterday when I needed it, I COULD NOT find that bag.
I started calmly: hmmmm where did I put it?
After searching the few obvious spots: ok seriously where the freak is it?
As panic started setting in about the whatif of losing that bag, I shrieked to the kids (and innocent visiting buddies): I’m about to FLIP out. Just ignore me.
Still no damn bag, so I recruited help: $5 dollars for whoever finds my @%&#ing bag.
While searching , Raleigh was being “helpful” by digging into some of Hudson’s old clothes.
Love hand-me-downs but this scene makes my brain crazy.
At one point I made the mistake of looking downstairs where Briggs has recently moved into what was the guest room. Since this has been a trial to see if he likes basement life, we haven’t officially moved him in but he’s “decorated” a bit.
Love the floral, stuffed animal, hockey theme he’s going with…
I checked the laundry room. Ahhh frick – couldn’t close that door fast enough.
And this basket ‘o junk? WTF?
A broken desk lamp and a red owl needed a wing sewn back on. Suck.
Finally, sweating and crazed, VOILA:
The ole cabinet of crap. OF COURSE!
Victory. Stashed in an upper cabinet full of really important stuff junk (dog roller although we haven’t had a dog for 3+ years, half used projects, and a beer box full of paints from 5yo Raleigh’s third Rock Painting birthday party.)
I then remembered shoving it up there in a last minute sweep before some friends arrived on Thursday.
How dumb.
In my rush to give the appearance our house is perfectly organized (ha!), I had created utter disorganization.
And a load of panic & f-bombs.
All of this happened less than an hour before having to be to two soccer games and an afternoon event that would keep us out the rest of the day.
Inside I wanted to scream (and kinda was on the outside.) The need to get control of the nooks and crannies in our house was so real and so overwhelming.
I thought about getting the girls rides to their soccer games and cancelling our afternoon plans so I could stay home & clean. I salivated at the thought of loading my car with Goodwill donations. And filling big black trash bags with everything else.
I was downright giddy dreaming about organizing this closet:
But then I stopped. And a loud voice spoke up:
GET A GRIP SISTAH.
Yes clutter and chaos are annoying. Yes being organized is important. When I find the time to do it, it will feel darn good.
But not better than the look of pride on Raleigh’s face when she scored ~
or confidant Hudson finally understanding “off sides” and how to avoid it.
I took a few breaths, threw on my sweats and baseball hat, and closed the door on the chaos.
This is our life. And we’re doing our best to live it sweetly.
Even when it’s not sweetly organized.
Does anyone else struggle with this balance? Have you found peace in managing what you have so you can focus on what you do?
Life with Intention – Inside & Out
Living sweetly includes creating a life of health & harmony.
A life rich with trust that you are supported & loved.
A life of intention – inside & out.
These upcoming adventures will be safe, social, and supportive opportunities to explore the sweet life within, around, and above.
Angels 101: An Adventure with Kristy Sands, Certified Angel Therapist®
Angels 101: An Adventure with Kristy Sands, Certified Angel Therapist®
Monday, May 6
7 – 9 pm
The Offices at Lowry Town Center
Certified Angel Therapist® Kristy Sands will share her belief in Angels and how they can help you in your everyday life.
Special focus will be on Guardian Angels and how Kristy believes everybody has one, sharing our journey each step of the way.
This talk will be followed by optional live audience Angel readings as time permits.
Your adventure includes:
- Moving discussion with professionally trained Angel Therapist® Kristy Sands
- Private group setting
- Mini individual reading
- Drinks & sweet treats
- Photos
- An evening of sweet love all around you
BONUS: Guests receive $10 off a future private session with Kristy Sands.
*Space is limited.
Feng Shui Fabulous with Tanya Jahnke
Feng Shui Fabulous:
An Adventure Inviting Health, Harmony, & Happiness into your Home
Wednesday, May 15
7 – 9 pm
The Offices at Lowry Town Center
Design the life of your DREAMS with the ancient art of Feng Shui + harmonious design.
Join Feng Shui Expert, Tanya Jahnke of Feng Shui for the OM for an interactive, inspiring and FUN evening.
You will explore how to maximize the energy and flow of your home to manifest your deepest desires, remove stumbling blocks and stuck energy and plant the seeds of your intentions.
*Please bring a sketch or rendering of your floorplan (it doesn’t have to be perfect, just as true to scale as you can draw). We will delve deeply into your space and SHIFT the energy to support, uplift and inspire you!
Are you feeling stuck? Do you want to consciously cultivate more joy?
The supremely powerful benefits of Feng Shui include:
- rekindled passion with your hubby (or finding the love of your life!)
- creating a happy, healthy home environment
- balance & bliss for your kids
- joyous and fulfilling career shifts
- an unlimited flow of Abundance
- deepened connections and support in every area of your life
Let’s make your house a HOME!
Bonus: Guests receive a FREE Personal Energetic Cleansing! ($99 value)
Backcountry Sweetness
16 women
+ the backcountry
+ Mother Nature’s spring temper tantrum
= 30 SWEET hours of personal challenge, bonding, soul searching, and accomplishment!
Huge thanks to our guide, Leslie Ross of Backcountry Babes, Mountain Outfitters, the Section House (Tenth Mtn. Division & Summit Huts) and the Sweetlife Sherpa Team Kirsten & Rachel!
These say it all ~
Strong, spirited, and smiling group of women.
The team at Mountain Outfitters in Breckenridge hooked us up with gear and TLC.
Looks like a Sears Photo backdrop doesn’t it? Perfection.
Heading in. Using the buddy system kept everyone communicating and safe.
Sweet friends.
Finally at 11,461 feet: Hut Sweet Hut.
Getting creative with our warm space to honor the bodies that kicked ass for 5+ hours.
With flare & bling, the night begins.
With a wave of their wands (and dice), the Princess Sisters kept the hut spicy.
In sync by name and style. #neon+Toms=greatness
Prepping for the dark, subzero adventure in John’s John.
Setting intentions for the downhill side of the adventure.
Best self proclaimed Wine Sherpas ever!
Enjoying each wet, windy, and wicked cold step down the trail.
Book Club sweetness (with color coordination).
All smiles near mile 12.
Full with gratitude & love for this sweet and soulful journey.
Soul Stirring Sweetness
Our family was invited to attend church with our BFFs on Easter. Although organized religion and I have a sweetly complicated relationship, we were thrilled to spend the time together and honored they asked.
Five minutes in, all I could think was what an incredible gift I was receiving. I was definitely feeling all “Thanks Easter Bunny – bawk bawk” inside. *If born after 1980, click here.
The energy in the room was electric.
Kindness. Gratitude. Community. LOVE.
The stage was on fire with a multicultural choir and a lead singer that rocked “Jesus Saves” in a way that had tears streaming down my cheeks.
A rainbow of beautiful people singing sweetly from their souls.
As I watched the choir share their gifts, so moved by raw emotion they swayed and raised their hands in the air, I almost felt guilty witnessing their experience.
It was truly beautiful.
My happy tears flowed with the realization that we all share the need to feel the feelings that touch our souls – acceptance, forgiveness, strength, support. LOVE.
How we feed this need is our very personal journey to be explored. With honesty and openness. Without judgement.
I was reminded of a similar emotional thought stream while attending the recent Denver Chant Fest.
A Friday evening of yoga, chanting, and dancing in a stunning historic venue was rich with kindness, gratitude, community & LOVE. The intensity of it was such that I took a break and wandered to the upstairs balcony.
Tears flowed when I looked down on this –
In the heart of this flowered group was “global yoga warrior” Janet Stone. A.MAZ.ING.
For over 12 years, Ned and I have had Dr. Scott in our life. Why Dr. Scott is in our life is something we can’t really explain (other than a huge thank you to T & P) but over the years he has simply appeared when we needed him most. With unconditional love and unparalleled brilliance, he has been our guide through major decisions and tough times.
Every visit, Dr. Scott emphasizes the three pillars of life well lived – physical, mental, and spiritual.
For me, it’s always been: check, check, and sweet confusion.
I’m realizing though as I reflect on these recent experiences and process the feelings of “I want (my own version) of what they have,” this IS my spiritual journey. I’m exploring. I’m trying to be honest and open. I’m trying not to judge – myself or others.
I hadn’t ever thought about it directly, but in some ways Sweetlife Adventures was born because of this.
While I haven’t been sure where I fit in on Sunday mornings, I have found kindness, gratitude, community and love by crossing a marathon finish line, standing on a snow capped peak, and surfing the Sayulita waves with lifelong friends.
I realize I had experienced soul stirring amounts of acceptance, forgiveness, strength, support and love just two weeks ago while setting intentions during the Sweetlife Hut Trip.
Soaking in the loving peace being shared by the group.
All of this is said with absolute respect for the differences of where we are on our journeys and what they may look like.
While I still consider myself confused, I do see sweet clarity in each of us honoring our own path, seeking what stirs our soul, and being the best version of our self.
If done with love and without judgement, the collective effect has to be sweet, don’t you think?
*Special thanks to A & B for the Easter invitation. I am forever grateful.
A Decade of Parental Sweetness
This week we celebrated Hudson’s tenth birthday.
An entire decade filled with so many moments of pure, utter, blissful love. The raw and consuming love that one can’t possibly imagine until it happens.
It was overwhelming at first, that I-will-absolutely-die-for-you feeling, but now it’s all wrapped up in one word: MOM.
Looking at her on the morning of her double digits, I was thinking I would love to take credit for her heart of gold, her pure and kind spirit, her calm and steady nature.
Of course I know I can’t. Sure there’s a heaping teaspoon of both Ned and me in her, but the universe added in more than two big scoops of magic when her recipe was mixed, along with many brilliant characters who have walked beside her over the years.
As we celebrated her, my heart was bursting with gratitude for the ray of light she is now, the strong woman she will become, and the wise soul she has always been.
Happy 10th Birthday Hudson Taylor!
It’s fun to see that 2 + 2 doesn’t always equal 4…
Getting our cowgirl on with a morning ride.
Daddy/daughter night.
There has been so much more to the equation…
The bond with Grandma Angel started at 3 weeks.
On the boat with Grandpa.
Nautical fun & Grandpa love.
Grandma & Papa
Great Aunt Patty & Uncle Tom
Four Generations
Four Generations
Playing lacrosse with Big (Great) Grandpa.
The soccer game entourage including Big (great) Grandma Carlin and all four grandparents.
Uncle Jeff
Aunt Jen
Many special friends who are truly extended family…
Sweet traditions with Dreena, Uncle Brent, Karson, Presley, and Rex.
Soul sisters.
Bringing out her goofy side.
Teammates and much more.
The beauty of life in a village.
Sweet first crush.
Incredible adult role models who set the bar high for themselves and for the lucky young people who know them…
Ms. Jamie – teacher and dear friend.
ThunderCat
The three adoring au pairs who were truly part of our family during the baby years and continue to be today.
Sweet cousin Kim who watched her the first two years of her life.
And of course her siblings who we sincerely hope will have starring roles in her life forever.
Briggs is (usually) up for anything with Hudson.
This should stay interesting since the physical similarities are balanced with very different personalities.
We all have these starring roles in our life movie. Can you think of the key characters who helped shape you into who you are today? What about the role you play in the lives of young people around you – your own children and others?
It’s important we know these roles we play since we are making impacts that may last forever.
And something that lasts forever should definitely be sweet.
A Sweet & Sweaty (Kinda) Wrong Number
The other day I was working in my office when I saw an incoming FaceTime call from an unknown number.
This is what the caller saw upon connecting –
Hello
It took me a few seconds to process who was calling…
Can I help you?
And then my brain caught up with the technology in my hand.
On the other side of my phone screen sat a 10 year old boy trying to call my soon-to-be 10 year old girl. By “call” I mean FaceTime and by “girl” I mean Hudson who doesn’t have a phone. But with an itouch and a wireless connection, she (like many) FaceTimes friends and family regularly. By “friends” I mean GIRLfriends and by “family” I mean Grandma and Daddy.
Until then.
Her first call from a boy. Real call. Real boy.
You’re calling for Hudson?
Oh sweet Jesus, this Pinocchio is trying to real time video chat with our barely-out-of-diapers child who just yesterday was watching JoJo’s Circus and carrying a blanket called “Baby”.
How did this happen?
I tried to hide my surprise. It was video after all – the little twerp could see everything. Trying to remember I was the adult, I authoritatively yet kindly let him know he had called my cell phone and I was at work but could I, uh, take a message?
I’m watching you, boy.
This next exchange struck deep. Said with sweet sincerity –
“Oh gosh Mrs. Orr, I’m so sorry.”
Wait, what? Who?
Stab, twist, and turn. I’m Mrs. Orr.
I didn’t know how to slice this multi-layered shock cake.
My baby was getting her first call from a boy.
The call was a live video chat.
The boy called me Mrs. Orr.
Seriously, how did ALL of this happen?
At this point, I wanted to go with a classic Raleigh move.
(Insert dramatic fake cry here.)
I thought back on just a couple of weeks ago when Hudson wasn’t feeling well on the eve of Valentine’s Day. She was clearly upset about the prospect of missing school. Ned asked if she had a special Valentine. She emphatically said no.
I shared with her a story about my fourth grade Valentine’s Day.
I got a fever at school and had to go home before the class party, where I was (not-so-secretly) hoping to receive a special Valentine from John Griffiths. I was crushed.
Tales of a 4th Grade Nothing (for Vday) still stings.
My earliest memory of a phone call with a boy was when I was 12.
We had met at an amusement park the weekend before. His name was Biff (or so he said although it was probably Lance or Mike or Steve but that was the time of the Preppy Handbook and Izods with the collar up) and my friend Mindy called him using her fancy three-way calling. I giggled into my banana phone as we talked about nothing and everything.
It was exhilarating.
That phone connected me with many Biffs over the years.
Banana phone still going strong in high school.
I suppose three-way phone calling was cutting edge for 1985. But like I once wrote about another FaceTime call, the call for Hudson felt straight-up Jetsons.
We are navigating uncharted territory.
The role of technology in parenting is definitely a wild adventure.
When I clicked “connect” on that call, I was reminded Hudson IS growing up. What it will look like is very blurry and I know in many ways it will be different than my banana phone days. Communication is advancing faster than ever before and the social impact is unknown. It can be daunting.
As adults, we are all trying to get our heads around it. Staying empowered requires keeping current ourselves, setting boundaries, and having open discussions. Yet behind the technological complexities are the same coming of age feelings known since Cupid’s first arrow.
Perhaps this is how every generation has felt?
Just as Hudson is playing with her role as an almost 10 year old, I am playing with my role as the mom of an almost 10 year old. It’s uncharted territory for both of us. As we make our way, I’m realizing I will be leading often, but there will be critical times when I will follow her lead. FaceTime calls as a regular practice may be one of those times.
Regardless, we will get through it together.
Hopefully smiling a lot.
I love you sweet Hudson.
Oh – and BTW – I ended up going to a Homecoming dance with John Griffiths in tenth grade. Clearly all my dreams had finally come true.
SO excited!
This Day is Dumb, But…
I’ve long thought Valentine’s Day is dumb.
It’s either been a huge in-your-face reminder I was alone or when I was schmoopy in loooove, there were such high expectations of perfection that I inevitably felt let down.
And then there was the time I learned Whole Foods RAISES their price on chocolate covered strawberries on Vday. Seems so WHOLEY un-sweet. (Grab yours elsewhere or make them at home. Or join us in our plan to try chocolate covered bacon. Sah-weet!)
BUT….I’m trying to see it differently.
It may be the kids and their innocent excitement (albeit focused on ridiculous amounts of sugar, sparkly chachkis, and just more STUFF they don’t need…oops wait, I digress…), but I came to the fork where I could get all Scrooged out for a day or find a way to honor the ancient celebration.
I’m choosing the latter.
I realize there’s a lot to be gained from upping the amount of LOVE around us. Regardless of the how or why, focusing an extra day on LOVE and more importantly GRATITUDE for the love in our lives feels sweetly enriching.
Mostly, it’s a great opportunity to celebrate SELF-LOVE.
Add a honey shaped heart to your toast. Take yourself to a yoga class. Write yourself a love note. Give yourself whatever TLC makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Butter yourself up, honey!
The thing is, that stirred up self-love will SHINE on the people in your life and beyond. The smile you share with a stranger may be just the LOVE she needs today. The patience you have when your over-sugared kids come home will be the CALM for their storm. Your bucket will already be so FULL it won’t matter if you’re gifted that “perfect” gift or not.
Your inner GLOW will be brighter than any overpriced candlelit dinner you may or may not have. It will be with you if your night is spent curled up watching a favorite movie, with a sweetie or a fluffy blanket snuggling you.
Let’s fill our day with LOVE, starting with ourselves. Saint Valentine would be proud and the trickle effect will make the world a sweeter place.
(Here’s where old me would have inserted a “Take that Hallmark!” but I won’t. That would just be dumb.)
Happy Valentine’s Day to YOU sweet friend!
Fear, Love, and all the Sweetness Between
Fear.
What are you afraid of?
How does fear affect your happiness?
I’ve been reading a lot about fear and following some favorite gurus to get my head around my fears and their not-so-sweet effects on my life.
With this in mind, the other day at bootcamp a little thing happened that was the sweetest AHA moment. It went like this.
The Friday Funday workout was competitive (face paint included so things were pretty amped up.) The goal was to sprint down and get a ball in a basket while a person from the other team was standing guard.
face paint = automatic badass
One woman on our team started each round with “I can’t do this.”
I’m sure you know how this went. Three rounds, and yep, she didn’t do it.
On round 4 we huddled as a group, threw around some strategy, smiled our sweaty, smudged face painted smiles and got really jazzed up. I noticed our sweet friend didn’t say anything as she took off. Can you guess how it went?
GOOOOOAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL
From that shot on, she ROCKED that game. She became the 3 pointer champ and was smiling the entire time.
Seeing a third party tangible version of the REAL effects of what I’ve been reading about hit home.
Fear.
What am I afraid of?
How does my fear affect my happiness?
I came across this photo recently. Riding public transportation in Senegal, West Africa, circa 1996.
Bandana = automatic badass
Fear.
Was this girl afraid of anything?
Did her fears affect her happiness?
My first thought was no. This girl was speaking unga bunga sounding languages, negotiating business practices with town elders, and navigating shady public transportation all in a day’s work.
But the truth is I have heavy duty journal entries that (if I could stomach reading them) would remind me that I was full of fear.
From the heavy: Was I making a difference? Was I smart enough to be among these dynamos? What would I do with my life?
To the light: Who did I have a crush on? How bad did my haircut with swiss army knife scissors really look (thanks Rug & Mariah)? Did the other Peace Corps volunteers laugh at me because I sponge painted my walls (true story)?
The thing is, I am realizing that every step of my life so far, I’ve had a pretty good dose of fear hanging around. Fear that does affect my happiness. Fear that does nothing but slow me down or even at times paralyzes me.
Aha moment, yes. But seriously annoying.
It’s time to turn that fear to love baby. And kicking it off in the month of February – how sweet is that? This is an adventure of love.
I have two new BFFs who are helping me with this. Ok, me and millions of others, but they’re so great it really does feel like I’m their only focus.
A spiritual guru focusing on inner peace and self love, she hangs with Oprah and speaks with calm clarity. I’m currently working on her latest book, May Cause Miracles: a 40 day Guidebook of Subtle Shifts for Radical Change and Unlimited Happiness. Day 1 starts with observing fear. By Day 40, you take fear by the balls. With love of course.
A straight talking, occasionally F-bomb dropping Canadian who focuses on figuring out how you want to FEEL in life and then building your life around those core desired feelings. She offers two fabulous tools –
A multi-media guide to getting what you want the most.
“The Fire Starter Sessions reframes popular self-help and success concepts to cut through dull thinking and fear, and get straight to one’s core desires, pragmatism, and courage — and burn some illusions to a crisp…”
These are just some things that have spoken to me lately but of course there are many tools, philosophies, and awesome people available to help us on our journey. And we each have the opportunity to be there for each other as well – guiding, supporting, or simply saying “you can do it.”
I would love to hear your thoughts on fear and love and all the sweetness in between.
What are you afraid of?
Does your fear affect your happiness?
Was there a time you found yourself conquering a fear?
Fluff & Fold with Sweetness
Twelve years ago this week, on a pre-marriage return trip to my Peace Corps home in Senegal, West Africa, Ned and I spent one of our days doing this –
Loved the sweet boy who helped us walk our purchase through town. *Side note – if you’ve ever hiked with me, Ned’s fanny pack may look familiar. That fashionably wrong item continues to treat us so right.
During my volunteer days, I adored these handmade baskets and the women who sold them on the roadside. At the time I could only afford a small bread basket.
Fiance Ned and I decided to go for the splurge – the purchase and getting it back to Colorado safely.
Mission accomplished.
That basket-o-love has been a constant in our life ever since.
It became our laundry basket by default. Our first house lacked closet space, so this sweet baby sat in our room, beautifully hiding our dirty socks and stinky workout clothes.
For 12 years, piles of laundry have been sprinkled with sweet memories.
Until today.
Loads of love for this baby.
We lost the right handle years ago, but today I felt the left starting to give.
Hang in there.
Considering the stairs required, we’re one small strand of handwoven recycled plastic away from a potentially very dangerous accident.
Some quick math tells me a trip to Bed, Bath, & Beyond is more likely in our cards than a family laundry basket shopping adventure to Africa. But my heart aches at the thought.
These types of treasures add sweet LIFE to daily living.
When I was 24 and admired these baskets on the roadside, I had no idea I would one day return with my future husband to buy one. I didn’t know that basket would hold our dirty honeymoon clothes, ripe with the smells of our St. Lucian wedding adventures.
And the spit up soaked onesies from first born Hudson.
Or provide hours of entertainment with sweet buddies.
So worth it, but the beginning of the end for the right handle.
This transition is going to be hard. I will definitely spend some time trying to weave a safe solution before I surrender.
The great thing is, I’m reminded of two important lessons:
- Incorporating our treasures into daily life allows us to relive the sweet memories behind them while filling a real need. It’s the whole “don’t wait to burn the fancy candle” thinking. Light it up, celebrate the sweet friend who gave it to you, and cherish the glowing evening it provides.
- The more of these types of things we have in our lives, the less things we want. It’s amazing how we realize we don’t need much when we truly treasure what we have.
What are your sacred treasures? Do you find have ways of incorporating them into daily life?
Sweet Closure = Sweet Beginning
As the girls & I sat on the couch tonight watching the Princess Diaries (wow Anne Hathaway, who knew Les Mis was in Mia Thermopolis’ future…), I admired our Christmas tree. I fought the tears as I thought about taking it down tomorrow.
Forest-to-floor perfection. Our favorite tree yet.
I tried to focus on Anne’s transition from San Fran hippie/nerd to Genovia Princess, but my mind wandered to the (bitter)sweetness of closure.
There’s been a lot of it lately.
Tomorrow we will take down the tree. We will reflect on our seven year tradition of tree cutting with our best buds. We will smile. The teary kind. Yet we will know the 8th Annual Tree Cutting will be here before we know it. And the house will be organized. A clean slate ready for 2013 adventures.
Sweet traditions captured in an annual photo. #2012
#2009
#2008
Two weeks ago we celebrated Sweetlife Kirsten’s next adventure as she moves to Snowmass for a phenomenal and well deserved role with the Rocky Mountain Institute. She will be making a difference in our world, without a doubt, but she will be missed beyond words.
Chocolate fondue seemed the only acceptable send off.
2012 was not our “favorite year”. In fact it sucked in ways we never imagined. And yet through it all, as the ball dropped on NYE, we took a moment to honor the sweetness that comes with closure.
It’s simple math –
Sweet Closure = Sweet Beginning
And so we cheered. And sparkled. And tooted.
Ned’s loving those glasses.
Knowing when to stop pushing against the inevitable and to embrace transition is hard, sometimes brutal, but eventually the voice and necessary strength come to you.
This Alice Walker quote sums it up beautifully –
“I believe we are destined to meet the people who will support, guide, and nurture us on our life’s journey, each of them appearing at the appropriate time, accompanying us at least part of the way. I think specific human beings, sometimes only in spirit, will present themselves in such a way that their presence will shape and reshape our hearts until we are more fully who we are.
This particular magic or synchronicity is activated by something both simple and profound: we must adhere to our own peculiar way, that is the only chance we have to meet those spirits who wander along our road; we must persist in being true to our most individual soul.
I have observed this process over and over in my life, always with the greatest amazement. Part of the optimism I am able to maintain in the face of the worst realities is a result of knowing that many companion spirits are patiently waiting to join me in any endeavor or along any path I take in the world – after all, this has simply been my experience so far – and that all I must do is begin.
There is a feeling of security in this and a degree of serenity that astonishes even me.”
Happy Sweet Beginnings! May 2013 bring you clarity and strength to stay true to your individual soul.
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