The Feminine Lifestyle Blog

Today after running an errand, I returned to my father's house and found a dead baby bird in his driveway. It didn't look run over, just still and very much dead. Maybe a cat got to it? Or it froze to death in the cold? Maybe its mother neglected it?   Whatever happened, this little baby bird's flight has been permanently suspended and that's a shame.  Don't let others interrupt your flight. You are going somewhere amazing and great; you have plans and ideas. Don't let others interrupt your flight. You know that where you are is not where you stay; don't let others interrupt your flight. You refuse to get distracted and thereby settle for less: don't let others interrupt your flight, How do "others" interrupt out flight and what exactly is this flight? The flight is the place where your destiny lives. It is the journey that leads you to become the woman you were ALWAYS meant to be. Family and friends say you've changed, but

Recently me and a friend were conversing and I discovered that our conversations had taken a negative turn. Instead of sharing fun plans, swapping exciting stories and praise reports we were stuck in a conversational rut; griping about the same things we always do but in a negative manner. After our hour-long vent session,  I got off the phone and headed to my car…and noticed my rear tire was almost flat (seemingly out of the blue!). Without a word, I took a breath, silently apologized, and then gave thanks. I had attracted this event (Law of Attraction was in full effect). Today as I was taking my morning walk I thought about the previous day’s conversation with my friend. I love her dearly and would not trade our friendship for the world but as women we have wounds and when we converse we often share our challenges and struggles because we find solace in each other. But there is a fine line between being friends and being wound buddies. Wound buddies are those we connect with

August 20, 2017 6:10 PM By the time a woman reaches middle age she has lived a thousand lives…and probably died a thousand deaths. This sentiment came to mind the other day after I’d finished reading Amy Tan’s Valley of Amazement , a not so quick read I’d come across in this apartment I’m renting. Business is slow and wifi is inconsistent so I had plenty of time to read a novel. But Valley of Amazement is not just a novel, it is a fascinating tale of a mother and a daughter on separate but equal journeys to love, happiness, fulfillment, each other, and self. After I finished reading I couldn’t help but think of my own life and all the “women” I’ve been over the years. When I was 13, I was the young woman who lost her mother to heart disease. When I was 18, I was the woman who got pregnant and had to drop out of college. 8 years later I was the woman who beat the odds and completed graduate school with two children…and so on and so on the story goes. Every year or fe