tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954175064231061062024-03-12T21:18:31.057-05:00Independently HealthyDepending on God, alone, to achieve health in all aspects of my life: physical, emotional, spiritual, mental, and financial.Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04895914095317015291noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195417506423106106.post-32764453397399365942016-07-01T13:44:00.000-05:002016-07-01T14:10:02.123-05:00Stay "Cool"!
There are few concepts that have impacted me as greatly as the "ScreamFree" approach to human interaction. (“Screaming” refers to any unproductive
way that a person may emotionally react to a situation, typically out of fear
and self-preservation.) I first read this book years ago while I was gasping
for breath in an unhealthy marriage. It did not, ultimately, "save"
that marriage - we endedMindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04895914095317015291noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195417506423106106.post-21949860718491055102015-12-31T18:20:00.003-06:002016-01-04T08:02:39.351-06:00New years don't always have to be new starts
A year ago, today, I was baptized in confetti, surrounded by a million other like-minded crazy people willing to stand for 12 hours in a pen with no food, drink, or potty breaks to count down the Ball Drop in Times Square.
The year prior to that day had been a rough one, and I was anxious to close it tight and start over. Actually, multiple years prior had each been rough, and everyMindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04895914095317015291noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195417506423106106.post-22453742402254475112015-08-01T22:37:00.000-05:002015-08-03T09:34:21.477-05:00Solo Sunsets Are Still Beautiful
I often journal for my own personal benefit. I sit down with my laptop and ramble a stream of consciousness while I process through my thoughts and emotions with little coherence. I don’t originally intend for it to ever be made public, so I’m not composing it in a particularly literary form. However, sometimes I wonder if there are other people who share similar thoughts. In an effort to Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04895914095317015291noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195417506423106106.post-39899933765268442242015-05-27T16:26:00.001-05:002015-05-29T09:38:20.383-05:00Recognizing the New Me
Throughout the past several months since my husband left, I’ve had to start afresh in multiple areas
of my life. For a long while, it felt like every place I found myself,
every decision with which I was faced, and every experience I encountered was
uncharted territory. I had no idea what I was doing in nearly every aspect of this
new, single life. My world seemed to be a haphazard Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04895914095317015291noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195417506423106106.post-30512180223872789892015-04-27T14:41:00.000-05:002015-04-30T08:08:12.611-05:00God paints His best masterpieces with clouds
I frequently find myself absolutely enamored by the sky.
The beauty of God's artwork often holds my heart captive. I'll plaster my face to a window, crane my neck in the car, or sprint outside to the street, and then take somewhere around 45 successive photos as the appearance of the heavens gradually transitions. I'll blink away tears of awe as I stare in wonder for Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04895914095317015291noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195417506423106106.post-443933406157566432015-03-30T06:30:00.000-05:002015-04-03T08:58:11.078-05:00Remembering the New Now
When someone's life changes drastically in any way, it can oftentimes be hard to remember that it’s no longer the same as it always was before. This can be the case for any number of major life changes. A move, or the loss of a loved one, or
the ending of a relationship...
We've grown
so accustomed to life functioning in a certain manner, that even when the loss literally
occupies aMindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04895914095317015291noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195417506423106106.post-39631969795848593912015-03-21T12:58:00.000-05:002015-04-03T08:02:52.321-05:00Feel your feelings
Feelings are weird. They’re these constantly present
inanimate objects that we continually interact with, whether or not we actually acknowledge them.
Contrary to some popular beliefs, feelings are real. Sometimes we try to give them the cold shoulder
in hopes that they’ll get the hint and kindly disappear. Or we politely yet
firmly shoo them away into the closet under the stairs out of Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04895914095317015291noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195417506423106106.post-48000393680635878522015-03-12T22:17:00.000-05:002015-04-03T08:05:33.815-05:00Story time
Is it narcissistic to share your personal story? To talk openly
about things that are wholly and completely you? To confidently express your
hopes, your dreams, your desires out loud? To bravely reveal your fears,
pains, and heartaches to others? To candidly admit your flaws, failures, and
shortcomings with ownership? Is it egotistical to open up your life and expect
others to give two Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04895914095317015291noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195417506423106106.post-61755771744064579192015-03-05T14:12:00.000-06:002015-03-06T12:02:20.756-06:00Grown-Up Snow Day
[My beautiful, snowy house]
Today is a snow day. You know how I know? Because I
said so. That’s why. And that’s the only reason why in my case.
There’s no one else in my life to tell me so, which means I have
to declare it on my own. I don’t have a principal to call off school, and I don’t
have a boss that will close the office for weather events. (It is tax season, after all.) I just Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04895914095317015291noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195417506423106106.post-75215173205386924172015-02-26T16:54:00.000-06:002015-04-03T08:06:58.163-05:00Writers gotta write
I'm a writer.
It's who I am. It's what I do. It's a large part of my life, whether I like it or not. I can't avoid it. Nor, I'm learning, should I. It's the best way for me to process my world and to better understand my own thoughts, feelings, and emotions. It serves as my most effective form of therapy other than actual therapy, which is obviously the best therapy.
I've spent Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04895914095317015291noreply@blogger.com21