Thrive As You

Has anyone else noticed that I haven't written in.......... MONTHS? Yeah, me too. Which seems a bit odd, given that I had this utterly life changing  gift handed to me by none other than Elizabeth Glibert herself.  You know, that time she published me in a little book called, "Eat Pray Love Made Me Do It." The book that is currently number five on the New York Times Travel Bestseller List? I can't even dream this stuff up. So here's what I did. I choked. I'm not even going to sugar coat it or pretend it's anything else.  It's time for me to come clean.  These past few months I haven't been living my own words, my own mantra.  I haven't been thriving at all, I've been barely surviving.  I've been nearly choking on my own existence.   There's about 30 blog posts in here for sure, but as it relates to the book and the writing, and the website let me just say that my friend Jessica summed it up so perfectly...

Do you ever say a word over and over and over again until it starts to sound kind of weird? My dear readers we are about to take this blog on a journey to that place. For quite sometime, I've been wanting to get a new tattoo.  It's an odd thing, the call to get inked.  I'm not one of those people that has a ton of things tattoos on her body, nor to I have the desire to have a ton of things tattooed on my body.  But nonetheless, I heard the call to get inked.   I knew this tattoo would be a word.  I knew it would be on my wrist and I knew what I needed  was a reminder. I struggled for the better part of two years with what my word should be.  This is kind of an odd phenomenon since as those of you who read my blog know, I already have a word.  My word, is doorway .  But doorway is not the word that was calling to be permanently inked on my body. So I started going through a list. Surrender  was very high on my list.  Afte...