Mad Love Monday #6

We all need rituals and action plans for getting back into the swing of things after a vacation or other time off. This post gives ten ways to do just that. I admit it, I am just a teensy bit afraid of success. That’s why I resonated so much with this post. Also, the author says stuff like: “Some of you are thinking that I am nuttier than a Planter’s convention, but I assure you that this blog post was not made on machinery containing nuts. My parents assure me that neither was my brain, so we are living in a nut-free zone, here.” Check this out for more funny and pithy moments. This is an excerpt from a book that is very high on my wish list. All I want for Christmas is to ditch my NBO (negative body...

Turning Faith, Hope, and Love Into Money

I am a lover of quotes. Inspirational, funny, philosophical, anything that just grabs my attention and makes me go hmm. . .I intend to share a quote a week with you here, and whatever my thoughts happen to be at the time. It is love that asks, that seeks, that knocks, that finds, and that is faithful to what it finds. ~St. Augustine Hope I feel that I have finally found “it.” That purpose in life that I have been asking, seeking, knocking on doors for. I wanted to give up the search many times, and often I felt I was seeking for the sake of seeking. Still, something within me gave me the impetus to keep going. Something stirred the restlessness in my soul that kept me from settling. Something gently pushed me along the river of my life until I reached this point. Love That something was love. Love for myself and the Creator that put me here. Love for joy and knowledge  and the ability to help others. I knew it was possible to find work that was mentally, financially and spiritually rewarding. Work that felt like meeting your soulmate. I saw other people experience it and so badly wanted to be counted among them. I have taken the first steps to being part of that group. Starting my own business based on my unique gifts and interests is spiritually and mentally rewarding, if not yet financially. I firmly believe that the monetary rewards will follow my faithfulness, however. Faith This will be the hard part. Staying faithful to what love and hope have shown me:...

Mad Love Monday #5

A collection of all of the random things I loved on the internet in the previous week, and why you might love them, too. Or at least crush on them. Short and sweet this week, peeps. What happens in Vegas stays there, including my energy. A brilliant way to approach change. I love Christopher Walken; in fact, you could say I’m “gaga” over this poem (or is it just my poker face?). For all of us worrywarts out there. . . “Worry Never...

We Interrupt This Business. . .

No “Up in my Business” post this week. That’s because I’m a bad learning blogger (again, working on the guilt monger thing, but that’s another post). I bring you. . . Lady Myers does Las Vegas I’ve been here twice before, but both of those times was with church groups. Yes, I know, the irony. But I belong to the Catholic Church (Capital C) and as a big business, I suppose it likes to hold its conventions in Vegas as much as the next big biz. Thus (and I say that because I’m a Lady and Laidies say things like “thus” and “heretofore”), my previous experiences of all the hedonistic pleasures this place has to offer have been balanced by lots of spiritual activities. I was always grateful of this, because Vegas can be so overwhelmingly materialistic that I thought I could never survive without a few Hail Marys. What Happens This time, I am here with my husband purely for fun. I’ve decided to just embrace the decadence and over-the-topness (no, not toplessness–although I hear my hotel has just such an area). Food, drinks, glitz, glamour. . .I am putting my health nut, conscious living self aside. I am wearing heels everyday, no matter how loudly my feet scream in protest. I am ordering room service, staying up late and sleeping in even later. I will eat “breakfast” at 2:30 in the afternoon. And, when I finally return home, I will fall asleep at 8pm because I am not really a Vegas person and will need major recovery...

For Those Who Want to be Bored to Tears

Otherwise, this post really isn’t worth reading. Really. I have nothing wise to say or funny to share. This post is really an exercise in being disciplined and getting back on track. Because last week I was definitely riding the crazy train and there was no posting done (bad blogger–no, wait, I’m giving up the guilt thing—human blogger). Ah, well. I’m new at this. One lesson learned is to have more finished drafts ready to go when I’m insanely busy and sick. So last week was hard. There was drama that I won’t bore you with, drama I will bore you with (like getting majorly tricked on Halloween—Santa, I hope you’re watching and I get some awesome Christmas presents to make up for it. I know all you holiday peeps talk and the Great Pumpkin better not have been involved). I know this isn’t making tons of sense but the best way I can describe last week is like this: I was the quarterback and I was totally set to make a difficult pass but I was about to let fly and -WHAM!-what the heck, offensive line? Where’s my protection? Why did I just get pounded by a 3,000 pound defender? Yes, I knew he was out there but I did not see that coming. I’m blaming any lack of sense as well as pain and fatigue on my metaphorical concussion. Hopefully I can make more sense of all of this later this...