Posts filed under: Fear

I’ve written a lot about how I transformed my own life with the help of a master coach. I spend a lot of time talking about how I cultivated a “broaden and build” mindset by overwhelming my brain with positive...
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There is an expression, often repeated in Twelve Step Groups, that one should never judge one’s insides by others’ outsides. I am the shittiest person in the world while my frenemy has the gorgeous, flawless skin of a twenty-four-year-old and her children...
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I have a protocol. A way of eating and behaving that produces weight loss. I learned it in Overeaters Anonymous. It’s tried and true. When I explained it to my dear friend, she gaped at me in stunned silence. “No,...
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Today is Yom Kippur, the holiest day on the Jewish calendar. Today we atone for our mistakes and ask forgiveness. Today there is an accounting, a reckoning. We are honest. Martha Beck speaks of an “integrity cleanse.” Bob Dylan asks...
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On Rosh Hashanah, our beloved Rabbi Black of Temple Emanuel in Denver remarked that the word “life” contains in its center the word “if.” He expanded on the way we play with the word “if.” We ask “what if?” What...
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Sometimes we delay starting because conditions are imperfect. You want to exercise but can’t squeeze in a whole hour. You’d like feed your body healthy, fuel foods, but you’ll start tomorrow because you had donuts and diet coke for breakfast....
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I’m not making this up. I spotted this jack of hearts at my feet in the woods this afternoon. I picked it up. On the reverse side was written: “Is this a dream?” I looked to my beloved Pema Chodron,...
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I thought this would be “my” year. Both boys are in school. I drop them off, get coffee and have a delicious gluten-free zucchini/cherry/chocolate muffin from the tiny art-filled cafe where the lovely Argentinian barista calls me “Mommy” and tells...
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Baby one never left my side. Baby two was more independent. Mostly because I had chosen to launch a new career. So I felt more than a little guilt when I signed him up for a year of private swimming...
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