Here’s the space shuttle flying by the Fast Company offices. Photo taken by Inc.’s Andrew Maclean.
My son is looking through old “treasure” boxes. (Taken with instagram)
Health Activist Writer's Month Challenge: My top 5's
I like lists, so today’s post should be fun! I’m creating a list of top 5’s. It can be about a health condition or health activism. I choose health activism.
The most difficult top 5
1. Cancer — I hate cancer. Although I know more people who have survived this awful disease, I still hate it.
2….
In search of me
I am going to take today’s blog challenge even further. Since I’m in the job-hunting mode and have been thinking about my personal brand, coming up with a tag line seems like a great idea. Today’s writing exercise is a great opportunity too start thinking about my personal brand. Below are the ideas I’ve come up with.
Stirring my soul
My canvas
My time is now
My word portrait
A portrait of me
Making tomorrow better today
Forgetting weak; thinking courage
I guess my treadmill run can wait a little longer. (Taken with instagram)
Health Activist Writer's Month Challenge: Remembering like it was yesterday
As if it were yesterday, Bridget remembers the days leading up to the clot-busting treatment. She was about four weeks away from the surgery that fixed her broken femur. Her leg had been swelling for days. But the swelling never went down, and her leg was starting to get painful again.
But the…
Health Activist Writer's Month Challenge: Deviation
Today’s post was to create a madlib poem. I went to the designated website and entered my words twice. Nothing made sense. Of course, madlibs are not supposed to make sense. But these were really bad. So, I’m going to deviate again today. I have been writing down quotes I like. Here’s one I really…
This picture is from the Facebook page of a video called “My Run.” According to the posted information, it’s an award-winning video about a 57-year-old man who runs marathons. It’s about his runs but also about the daily “marathons” people run everyday.
I don’t have a response for today’s HAWMC prompt. So I posted this because of how it makes me feel. I feel good and sad at the same time.
I feel good, because one man is helping another man up from a fall. I assume the one man knows how the other feels. I can relate to that, as I’ve been the recipient of hands-up and try to give them to others whenever I can.
Selfishly, it makes me feel bad, because I feel betrayed that a small group of people could have given me “help up” while dealing with one difficulty that started 6 months ago. Instead, I feel they turned their backs on me and took away the one thing that gave me a reason to get up each morning.
Instead, I’m now faced with dealing with two major life issues at the same time. Why didn’t they give me a hand-up and turn me away by taking away my passion for my work? I asked, but surprisingly got silence.
However, in the past week, I’ve met a few people who have been where I am at. They have given me some good advice and essentially a hand-up through encouragement. I’m the only one who can tackle my challenges. I don’t expect someone to “fix” things for me, although I didn’t expect people I thought cared about would turn their backs on me when I needed them. Or at least it seems that way.
I’m trying to remember that everyone is facing different marathons in their lives. Maybe the people who let me down are facing difficult challenges of their own and facing me would have made a difficult decision even harder. But it still hurts.
I’m going to look for the helping hands that reach out to me as they come. And I’m going to reach out to others who have it so much more difficult running their “marathons.” This will pass. I will get through it. I’m using this venue to write my feelings as therapy, or training, to get through my current challenge. Because it is a marathon and not a sprint. It will take time and preparation to get to that next chapter.
Health Activist Writer's Month Challenge: My perfect dinner party
I was going to skip today’s post, because I didn’t know who I would have over for dinner. It’s a rarity when my husband and two boys are home together. So, I can’t imagine having a dinner party! No one would be there! But, I haven’t skipped a post yet, and I don’t want to start now. So I gave this…
