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Monday Musings…Circumstantial Evidence

I am not a victim. I am not a survivor. I am thriving in spite of my circumstances. How much of your life is really under your control? You can be on your regular drive home and… boom… you are rear-ended by an absent-minded driver. You plan a weekend camping trip and…boom…it rains, again. You are working on a project on your computer and…boom…it suddenly shuts down and you didn’t have the autosave on. You might say that we are all victims of circumstance. Do you consider yourself to be a victim? When I hear that word, I think of a violation against a person and a sense of powerlessness to defend themselves or change the situation. As bystanders, our response is often pity and empathy, maybe

Monday Musings...One Thing You Won’t Regret

It’s 0515 hours and the alarm clock goes off. I'm generally awake before then, so it’s my fail-safe if, for some reason, my circadian rhythm is out of whack. It’s dark outside and most of my part of the world is still sleeping, but not me. I'm ready to start the day! Most people struggle with sleep; either they can’t fall asleep, stay asleep, or they can’t get enough of it. So, they hit the snooze button hoping for a few more minutes. Then, they drag themselves out of bed, get their caffeine fix to make them functional, and go through the motions of their day. And you wonder why people aren’t happy in their jobs, or find themselves being short-tempered with their kids, or procrastinate that

Monday Musings…The Mahon Couch Conundrum

Truth be told, in the first 15 years of our marriage, my husband and I never purchased a couch. It’s not that we only had wooden chairs to sit on, or that we were forced to take a seat cross-legged on the floor, though we have done that plenty of times. No, we were the glad recipients of friends’ and family’s discarded furniture! We had a brown floral love seat once that turned into a bed with the hardest mattress you ever wanted to experience. Maybe that’s why no one ever slept over for a more than a night or two. We had a red velour sectional that the kids learned to climb on and subsequently fall off. We had another regal floral chesterfield with wooden arm rests that caused a concussion

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