A friend from abroad is packing up her home and sent me this message on my Facebook page today.......(Including the icons!)
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Showing posts with label routine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label routine. Show all posts
Monday, October 28, 2013
Moving Home? 10 Ways to Calm Your Fears And Feel Positive.
A friend from abroad is packing up her home and sent me this message on my Facebook page today.......(Including the icons!)
Monday, September 23, 2013
Getting Out of Bed. 5 Ideas to Help When It's Hard to Face The Day.
Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed. ~Mason Cooley
When I first read this quote it made me laugh.
Yes! I thought. Courage is definitely needed as winter begins to hint at its arrival.
As hope for a dry, crisp day replaces the hope of a warm, scented one.
As mornings become darker and colder, the changing seasons do that to you. They can make you want to hold the covers high around your body and squeeze your eyes tighter to stop the grey light from seeping in.
I wonder how many of you feel this way on a Monday morning. (Or Tuesday or Wednesday....)
Sleep is a quiet, contemplative space. A time where you can retreat inside of yourself, into your dreams and thoughts and nothingness.
You may have had the odd day like that. Or many in a row.
Monday, June 3, 2013
6 Ways to Build Certainty in an Uncertain World.
Last week I talked about how routine brings comfort. Routines are
regular procedures we create to give us structure and rhythm in our day.
This week's post explores the value
of certainty in our lives. Unlike routines it brings comfort by existing outside
of our life structure.
Benjamin Franklin famously said,
"Certainty? But in the world nothing can be said to be certain except
death and taxes.”
I like to think there is more certainty than
that in the world.......
Monday, May 27, 2013
Why Routine Brings Comfort
We had a particularly challenging week, a few years ago when my husband's parents were staying with us.
My mother-in-law knocked on our door at 3.00 am because a pipe that had burst from the basement toilet, emitted tens of gallons of water directly into the basement bedroom where my parents-in-law were sleeping. My father-in-law in trying to wade into the bathroom and turn off the water, slipped and hurt his arm and the basement was floating in debris.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Anything But Routine
This must sound pretty funny since we have lived on 3 continents, in 7 homes in our 23 years of marriage. But I always imagined that I was going to be the one who lived in London around the corner from my parents and grow old close by my family and the friends I'd known since I was fifteen.
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