Becoming a Solid Self

You'd think that someone who is not yet married and just shy of 30-yrs-old would have this figured out by now. I should be so secure in who I am and what I need, right? Nope.

This is my current journey. How to be a Solid Self now, because "a strong self is more attractive than a no-self."

I need to learn how to follow through with my expectations of others, rather than stewing inside when my *unspoken and undefined* expectations are not met and then getting mean about it, freaking out or going into hiding.

How have YOU overcome insecurities or lack of confidence in order to ask for what you want and need?

The Game of Life

Sometimes life throws you a curve ball. The worst kind are the ones that actually hit you. The good thing about that, though is you're guaranteed to walk to first. What happens at that point is up to you and the rest of the line up. Yeah, you have to be on your toes and ready to run. You can't lose focus, since you never know what the next pitch will be or whether the guy after you will do his part to allow you to advance. Sometimes you have to be strategic and steal a base.

Whatever it takes to win the game.

Congratulations, Liz!!

Congrats to my cute sister-in-law who just won the Scrapbooker of the Year! She is so talented! See her work here!

Go Liz!!

I finally applied for and received a California Driver's License and I'm glad I didn't wait another day. The Newport Beach Police van followed me onto the island the other day. One block. Two blocks. Lights flashing. Dang. One of my taillights has been out for a pretty long time and let's be honest, it was only a matter of time before I got caught. So, I pulled over and rolled my window down, handed him my *brand new CA DL* and said with a really naive look on my face, "Is it because of my taillight? I know I need to get it fixed." And he said, "Well, that and your speed." (Oh, didn't I mention that part? Whoops.) But then, oh blessed day, he looked at my license and said, "You live here?" *smile* "Ya, but the car (which has Utah plates) isn't mine..." followed by a lengthy explanation of why it's not registered in California)... and then my stroke of genius: "Where's a good place to get a taillight?" Then he proceeded to tell me about how when 'the taillight burned out in his Z3', he looked everywhere and finally had to take it to the 'BMW dealer'. Yes, he was wearing a wedding ring ... and then he noticed he was blocking traffic and said he had to go. Gave me my new license back and bid me 'good day'.

Sweet talking daughter-of-a-gun!

Hallelujah!

The heat wave is supposed to be subsiding.

I know it could be so much worse.

But, when you're used to75 degrees, 95 is just too dang hot.