Veni Vidi Vici
My son and I are reading a book and the chapter that we will begin tomorrow is titled “Vini Vidi Vici.” It’s Latin for
I came. I saw. I conquered.
I love that phrase because it feels so powerful, even in its simplicity. To arrive at a place, survey it, and then to overcome it, defeat it … trounce it, as it were.
I want to read that chapter. When I read those words, I picture myself in standing ovation. “Bravo!” I say, smiling, “Bravo and good show!”
As I consider why it is so powerful a phrase, it brings to mind
A Car Wash
Foam and filth create a frothy rivulet flowing under the chassis and then down a grated opening only slightly smaller than a manhole.
My vehicle chugs forward hydraulically propelled along a track that’s only visible in glimpses stolen when Read More…
Miley Cyrus has been really beaten up recently – ever since her performance at the VMAs and then her recent (somewhat racy) video release for “Wrecking Ball.” Instead of joining in on the pop culture madness, I thought about the woman herself.
I think at some point in our lives, each of us has been Read More…
It happened on a random Thursday…
This afternoon, on a random Thursday in August, I became overwhelmed …
Overwhelmed with JOY and hopefulness and self love.
I recognized it about an hour or two ago and then I sat on my couch and I thought about why I felt so euphoric and joyous.
And then it hit me…
I went out this weekend
I went out this weekend.
Forty four years old and I went to a dance club.
(I’ll give you a second to regain consciousness and/or clear your throats of any obstructions caused by the inhaled gasp).
It was part of the celebration for my good friend’s birthday.
As soon as she invited me, my self-talk engine roared to life. Read More…
Low self-esteem is like driving thru life with the hand brake on …
Have you ever pulled out of the driveway and begun to drive, wondering why you can’t seem to get the normal traction and giddy-up your car typically gives. Then …
Beep beep beep
…the car complains that you’ve not fully released the brake?
I’ve done it.
Thankfully we have warning systems like that.
For the record, I also occasionally forget Read More…
Today is a comfortable sit-in-the-house day.
How do I know? I went outside.
A miserable, sweltering, melt-your-skin-off temperature.
So I’m sitting in the house and doing what I’ve missed for the past two Mondays: Monday Motivation. 😀
In this heat, all that we can really think to do when we go outside is: find water somewhere and get in it.
This of course means: swimsuits.
And swimsuits sometimes mean Read More…
I’ve been plagued for a couple days with thoughts about body image and how it impacts self esteem.
Today, I find that my daughter and many in her peers group (college age) struggle with body image. “I’m too fat” or “just a few more pounds before I feel pretty” or “I can’t wear that, eat that, do that, be that because I’m too fat, skinny, ugly…” and so on.
And the problem isn’t just with young women! Young men want to be stronger; they feel compelled to work-out more, eat less, and find ways to Read More…
Self esteem and being enough
For so much of my life, I have not been good enough.
I remember back to my childhood and a step-mother that was authoritarian at best. Nothing I ever did was good enough.
- Honor Roll? Why not Principal’s Honor Roll (Straight A’s)?
- Chores done correctly? Why weren’t they done faster?
- Good at junior varsity volleyball? You’ll never make varsity.
Absolutely everything in my life was criticized in a way that crushed my self-esteem and gradually reinforced the message: I wasn’t enough.
Not good enough, smart enough, fast enough, pretty enough, nice enough, stylish enough.
And my father Read More…