Mastermind Blog

Over the last two days, Teia has sent me some truly great links.  These short presentations don't take long to listen to and are well worth it.  This is what I'm looking for as we share with each other.  Teia has embraced change even though it is terrifying for her and she feels that she is a failure, she keeps standing back up and giving it another go.  I am proud of you Teia!   This article is not in her voice.  It is about the links she shared with me. I learned a lot about Gaslighting during therapy sessions and have been surprised at how much of this has gone on in my life.  It is so much easier to let go of the opinion of others now.  I also learned that anyone challenging my intelligence, my heart, or simply trying to coerce me by forceful speaking, is not interested in my well being.  These people are serving their own agenda and the longer and louder they try to convince me, the more certain I am that I need to step ba...

I believe in love.  Love of animals, love of nature, love of family, love of friends, and love of life.  My first instinct when asked what I believe in, is to say that I dislike hate.  I asked myself why I would answer a question backwards that way.  The quick answer is habit.  I learned it somewhere.  Old habits are things I'm questioning deeply these days.  My previous blog post was about being overwhelmed and I think that being overwhelmed makes the hate comments more weighty to me.  I have always had enough of my own problems.  Listening to hate rants is far too daunting and cumbersome.  It isn't inspiring, uplifting, or motivational. I'm sure that I have made conversation weighty and cumbersome for others in the past too. I apologize and hope not to do it again. This morning the sun is rising and even though my window is grubby from a cat asking to be let in on a regular basis, the sun still shines through.  A thick patch o...

Overwhelmed: One definition as a verb: "Bury or drown beneath a huge mass." I always perceived the word to mean, "I give up because there is too much to do."   I have always been buried beneath much more than one person could accomplish but I didn't drown.  I didn't give up. I did reach a point about 5 weeks before Ben died where I thought I couldn't take another step but I cried myself to sleep and when I woke up in the morning I was ready to go at it again.  That week I had to leave him at the hospital for 3 days and I got some much needed rest.  That got me through the last month of his life. I look back even farther at being a parent of 4 children at seventeen years old and I had to be overwhelmed but I only knew it the day Ben's ex-wife tried to move in with us.  I called my mother and she came and got her and took her away. The day the Land Commander travel trailer fell off of the trailer hitch as I entered the black top was another tim...