Monday, November 26, 2012

Applaud yourself for doing it yourself

My TV recently went on the bum.  I have another one but was flummoxed about how to get it cable ready.  Frankly, I was intimidated.  I asked a guy friend to help but he couldn't come for a couple of days.  My handyman was going to charge me.  So, I got quiet and pumped myself with encouraging words.  Then, I read the directions, sorted out the instructions and, carefully, hooked it up myself.  I was SO PROUD of myself.  I was able to make it happen and in going out of my skill zone, I applaud myself for doing it myself.  By the time the boyfriend came around, I was happy to say:  OH!  That's already done!  I DID IT MYSELF!

Monday, November 19, 2012

Applaud courage

I recently saw Iyanla Vanzant's Save My Life program that featured a minister's wife, Natashia Thomas, struggling with saving a marriage that was broken.  Her husband had cheated on her with over 20 women and had fathered a child by one.  Iyanla gave her clarity and, in the end, she asked her husband to free her from the marriage.  While it may seem a no brainer to us, she had to come to the realization that she had to get past the ego part of being the First Lady of the church, with the perks.  In the end, she realized preserving self was better.  I applaud her and reached out to her.  When she 'got it' she released herself.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Grieve and then get a new cat

This is turning into a soap opera!  After my 9-year companion/cat died, I went to the shelter and got another one.  That was a Sunday.  She was a nice, sweet cat and I thought she was adjusting.  On Thursday, she disappeared!  I searched the entire house -- tore it up -- looking for her.

Today is Monday and she hasn't surfaced yet.  I'm doubly sad and realize that I should have grieved before getting a new cat.  Now, I'm sad for two reasons...but I'll recover.  There's a lesson in there -- somewhere!

Monday, November 5, 2012


On November 1, my cat Chloe died.  She wasn't sick, didn't appear to be  in distress so I had no real indication.  So, when I saw her in her cat box motionless, I tapped response.

It didn't take long for me to realize that she was dead.

I was heartbroken.

I put her lifeless body in the laundry room but became sad when I saw her lying there...dead.  So, I buried her and went to the Animal Shelter to adopt a new cat.

Chloe was a shelter cat and I gave her a home for nine years until she was 16.  My new cat, Fela, is also a shelter cat and is fitting in well with my life and filling the void.

While still grieving, I've given another cat a home.  As the ad goes, the best friend of a shelter cat is a human offering a home.

Glad to do it.