For the past couple of years, I’ve been trying to reduce the amount of “stuff” that comes with Christmas: i.e. toys, unneeded gifts, an overabundance of things. I’ll admit, I’m an Amazonaholic. If I want something, it’s just a click and a two day shipment away. The desire for “things” is never that big during Christmas time, and it takes away from the main reason for the season. So for the kids, we’ve been focusing on memberships to the zoo,…
This past Sunday, we sang the hymn “It Is Well With My Soul” at church, and as we were singing, I couldn’t help but reflect on how appropriate it was for all that occurred last week. This is the first verse: When peace, like a river,attendeth my way,When sorrows like sea billows roll;Whatever my lot,Thou hast taught me to say,It is well, it is well with my soul. I’ve been told by multiple people about how they are amazed at…
My Jazzercise journey has been a wild and challenging one. It begins with me as a client. I am then recruited, mentored, tested, failed, tested again, until there is ultimate success in becoming an instructor. My center has seen its share of turmoil as there have been three owners in one year. That’s a lot of turnover. That’s a lot of drama. Through it all, I’ve felt every emotion possible. Elation for passing. Frustration when I failed. Fear when I…
When I was in college, I got a part time job working at the Banana Republic Outlet in Commerce, GA. I just so happened to be shopping there with my college roommate, and the manager there recruited us. I liked the clothes, wanted the discount, and needed a job, so I thought, “Why not?” I ended up working for the company for over five years, and before I left, I had worked my way up from part-time sales associate to…
Pssst. Lean in. I got something to tell you. It’s a secret. Promise you won’t tell anyone else? Come in closer. Let me whisper it in your ear. You ready? It’s going to be a shocker! Pinky promise me not to repeat it to anyone else. Here it is. I’m not perfect. Yes, I realize you already knew that. So, it’s not really a secret, but for someone like me, this is quite disturbing. What do I mean “like me”?…