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Sustain a Marriage With Forgiveness
I read an article recently called “Why We Need Moments of Mad Thinking.” In it, the author contends, “We banish a great many thoughts from our minds on the grounds that they are, as we put it, ‘mad’. Some of them evidently are: too mean, flawed, absurd or petty to deserve further exploration. But it’s one of the tragedies of our thinking lives that, amidst the detritus of dismissed thoughts, there are invariably a great many that could have been of high value, if only we had dared to examine them further, if only we hadn’t been so scared of their less conventional and more speculative dimensions, if only we…
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How To Stop Feeling Anxious Fast
It was April 2020, and my husband and I followed our usual morning routine of eating breakfast, watching the news, and getting ready for work. Suddenly, I started feeling sick; I was dizzy and breathing hard. I was just overwhelmed with anxiety. The news endlessly talked of the new virus and the number of cases and deaths. I was worried about my aging and vulnerable parents. On top of that, I was a key player on an important project at work, and a leader a ka-jillion levels above me had looked me in the eye the previous day and told me not to $#*& it up. I’m accustomed to pressure,…
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Why Should I Care About Kim and Kanye’s Story?
Please see the update at the bottom of the article. So, my publicist said that I should write about the current situation between almost-divorced Kim Kardashian and Kanye West. Mentally, I facepalmed. I’m on a strict gossip diet. Like, if gossip were food, my body fat percentage would be 4%. (Oh, if only gossip were food.) Why should I care about Kim and Kanye’s story? But she knows me, and I trust her. So, I started reading, and believe me; I had to do a lot of reading to get caught up. I get it now. Now, I don’t know the details of what’s happening. Most of what gossip mags…
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Until Death Do Us Part
My Dad died since we spoke last. It’s been two weeks, two days, and nine hours since I received the call. I’ve spent a lot of time pondering my Dad’s life and what it meant. It’s funny how you don’t think about those things in everyday life. Well, until death do us part. It’s a victorious story, and particularly relevant with Valentine’s Day upon us. I’ve written about the moment when I met my husband’s parents at age eighteen. I’ve explained how it marked me forever because it showed me what a healthy marriage looked like for the very first time, and it set me on a path toward achieving…
