Conflict Doesn’t (Have To) Mean “Carnage”

I once was told that children should be read lots of fairy tales. The idea is not to teach children that the Good Guys always win, but rather to teach them that’s the way it’s supposed to be.

After much consideration, I’ve decided I have a problem with this. The older I get, the less I believe in The Good Guys vs. The Bad Guys. It’s not always that simple. And, did you ever realize that *your side* is always the *good* side? I wonder if most of us understand that our opponents are just as certain that they’re the ones who are *right* (Religion is the easiest example. Divorce is another good one).

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Saturday’s Song: Who I Am

Today’s song has been repeating in my head for the past few days. I recalled it when I received an assignment from Life And Love Strategist, Laura Campbell (founder of The D-Spot) to write “my story”. It’s also an appropriate follow-up to my last post.

Who I Am by Jessica Andrews is a good piece to remind us to come back to ourselves during times of heartbreak or failed attempts at success. It reminds us to appreciate who we are, where we came from and recognize those who love and support us.

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Who Are You? …And Who *Else* Are You?

A few years ago, I took a class in “Diversity Management”. One of our first assignments was to provide a self description while applying a percentage ranking to each of our roles in life. There was a noticeable difference between my percentages and my classmates’.

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Saturday’s Song: One Day At a Time

Towards the end of my marriage, I used to watch a lot of One Day at a Time reruns. My favorite part was the beginning, where Ann puts down her suitcases and jumps for joy as she’s leaving her old home to start over. When I finally left my home to start over, I wasn’t carrying suitcases, I was holding the leashes of two dogs. Such circumstances precluded me from immitating Ann’s moment of freedom. Still, I love the song… and the saga…

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Appropriate Poetry

In August of 2001, I traveled to Charlotte North Carolina with a friend of mine. We spent several days in the city, checking out the area and the people. We even investigated a few apartment complexes because we loved the place enough to consider relocating. The thing I remember most was a giant yellow chair. It must’ve been been part of a local art exhibit- there were chairs randomly placed around the downtown area, each of them decorated in a different manner.

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