Love Yourself Through It!

I write. I do. I am not, by any means fabulous at it. I am a grammatical nightmare, a fat, slippery fingered typist and an ignorant editor. However, I keep doing it. 

People keep asking me when the books are coming out. I have two in the making. One on living through Suicide and what information that I have been given during mediumship readings. The other is my story of growing up a psychic child and the horrors of dealing with a negative energy in my teenaged years. Usually, I sigh to myself when I am asked this question, and then I beat myself up for not getting to it regularly, like I know I should. 

What holds me back? Well, I am busy. Is that an excuse? Well, maybe a little. Is it truth, yeah it is true. I am busy. With driving an hour to work and back, housework, trying to lose weight, traveling and reading at home, all while trying to have an enjoyable life….I just rarely get in the place of pulling the information down and getting it in the computer. 

Then there is also the whole ego thing. There is an underlying current of “who wants to listen to a fat girl from a small farm town in Ohio?” I try to push that down….but it keeps bubbling up. 

So I write…and I send it to be looked at and edited and I rewrite, and now I have to build that book. I am anxious. I am proud and certain of what I am saying…sometimes I wish I had chosen a pen name so that I could embody that faux person and just get it done without the luggage of Susan. But the books are healing, hopefully not just to me, but to other people too. The healing is also part of the slowness….healing takes time. Healing sometimes is painful…and both of these books are that. 

But when I think of them, I am proud. I am proud that they are written in my voice. I am proud that I am not an english major writing a book. I am on old soprano, turned hair stylist turned nutritionist turned psychic/medium, who has put down the fear of words and grammar to deliver a message that I have been divinely given to folks who may need the healing of it. It is part of my purpose. I was shown a few years ago that if you are living your life on purpose and speaking the word of love, you will be provided for. That has held true during the last two years after my gigantic leap of faith. I am grateful, and so I write. I am proud to say that I wrote them myself. I do have help with the grammar, and typos….but they are MY words, no one else’s and I am proud of them. 

So look out y’all. Momma is about to give birth to a four cornered baby. Like all babies…it is a little tough to get out, and it is a little on the painful side, but it will be my baby and no one elses…not just my story, but my words, my voice and my love. 

I hope you all will read it. I hope you all will be okay with it. Most of all I hope you all love me through it, just like I am trying to love me and you. 

Big love to all y’all. Thanks for reading, and thanks for your support. 

Smooch Out! ( yes I am shaking my behind while I am writing)

http://www.susanrushing.com

ok…yes, I know that I haven’t even logged on to say Happy New Year yet. (it’s already been one of those years) So, let me start this thing out by wishing a happy, prosperous, wonder filled,sensual, playful, worry free, big loving, hot monkey playing and all around cosmically fabulous 2012 for you and everyone else around you. Because we all know if the folks around you are suffering, chances are you are gonna suffer by proxy, even if you are in your joy…and that just stinks…on ice.

So far, this year has been a year of tying up loose ends and moving forward toward whatever this Universe has in store for me. I have been big busy and the Universe seems to have some big travel plans in store …and that is okay by me. I love to see the different parts of this nation that I have loved so dearly and meet the groovy folk from where ever I go. Really, there is no better way  to measure your bliss other than traveling through a new perspective and meeting new paradigms. I am looking forward to the earthly and spiritual connections this year…I am also looking forward to the laughter and cocktails that will be shared by all. Big Fun combined with Big Enlightenment is always a winner in this old girls book. 

I figure those loose ends have got to be tied up. The tying is long over due.  I learned a really hard lesson in 2010, but it remains true and it applies to so many situations….To get what you want, you have to let go of what you’ve had. Hard hard hard…but true true true.

I will tell you that I had a serious melt down on New Year’s Day. Really…it was of large proportions, y’all….really large. It started out as any regular day. I got up before Sondra and headed down the stairs to make a pot of coffee. As I sat there drinking my little cup of heaven with a small stack of oreo cookies, I watched some television. There was a documentary of a man who weighed 1000 lbs. I wanted to turn the channel, but something inside of me wouldn’t do it.Now I will tell you that I have seen soooo many of these kinds of shows and they have not effected’ me in any sort of way, other than a evoking several “bless her hearts” of  “good Lord’s” But as I dunked and watched there came a moment that hit me like a ton of bricks. I realized then why I hadn’t been able turn the channel. The doctor that was treating this man came on to tell about the things that have triggered this man to eat. They tracked it back to the moment that this man began to get heavy. 

He was filling a void. He was hanging on to an emptiness that he had way back then. He was hanging on it and trying to repair it with the food that he was eating. I resonated with me like crazy.

During energy healing sessions, I will guide clients through their own energy system. I have them look for dark spots or different feelings. I have them put eyes on the spots so that we can talk to them…the spots tell us where they came from and why they are there. Together the client and I will work that energy and begin to move the negative energy from the person. I will then channel positive energy into the empty place. I use sound and vibration to assist in this cleansing. It is often powerful, and many cleansing tears are shed during these sessions. 

In essence, we are getting down to the past that they are holding on to. The thing that they have had that keeps them from getting what they want. Eureka.!! 

So, I went into a meditation…and started going back back back….looking at all of my energy systems…and realized that many of my issues with food, and love and relationships go back to times that I can’t even remember. I cleared out, as best as I could, those places….and I cried…and cried. I went to bed for four hours. And when I awoke…..I was AWAKE.

So, here I am, almost a month later. Sondra and I have joined Weight Watchers. I had a inner child temper tantrum before we did it, but I let that out, and moved on. Sondra always says that she envies the child that throws a fit in the middle of a store. That child is expressing it ALL…not holding back and letting it all free. We lose the ability to do that as we get older, and really, for all the right reasons, but releasing all that sure is freeing. I let myself do it and do it up right, and it worked. I am calm and content in the plan and we are making better and healthier choices. We understand that there will be times when we can splurge, but most days I am making better choices because I love myself without condition and without question and without exception. I am happy in it. 

Yesterday, we took the puppy to a nature preserve and did a little bit of a hike. It was beautiful and relaxing and I felt more grounded and content than I have in some time. Connecting with the earth, my partner and my little dog too. 🙂 …and that’s what I want. 

So I am gonna try to let you know how the weight loss goes…and for sure you will see some amazing pictures of where we go and what we do. Don’t judge me if I have a cocktail in my hand. They are only 5 points 🙂

So as I close, I ask you in this year of completion….what are you holding on to that keeps you from getting what you want? Clean out your closets and drawers….make way for the good stuff. 

Love y’all like new boots!

Smooch Out!

http://www.susanrushing.com

 

Sometimes I think that we should come with some sort of id badge. You know, something physical that we could pull out every now and again to read and remember who we are.

I do preach to people all the time that they should write a positive affirmation of self identity to read in front of the mirror every day. Now, do I have one of those little cards with an affirmation on them? Well, honestly…I have had dozens. Somehow in the hustle and bustle of a busy life, they get lost, or thrown away in a major cleanup in isle bathroom.

I am like the plumber with the leaky faucet. I know I need to fix the leak.

Susan, I mean the real secret inside Susan gets lost in the crowd some days. Different hats to wear to accomplish different things leave you wondering who the real inside person really is. Well, I have come to a realization this week. Yes I know, more thinking. You smelled smoke, right?

So I made a list of the good and the bad things about me. I looked at the list. I sat down with inside Suzy and we looked at the words that made us smile and we looked at the words that made us flinch and grimace. Together we realized that all of those traits make up me. The good and the bad and the indifferent. We laughed and smiled at the things that we liked about ourselves and we made a deal to modify at least a couple of the ones that made us frown. We had a plan. Inside Suzy thanked me for the sit down and shared with me that she is tired of struggling and tired of being looked at so harshly.  I promised that I would make more time to take care of her, and outside Suzy, because she is an only child, got jealous. I promised her some time everyday to take care of her too. She is far more difficult that inside Suzy.

So armed with this new identification list, I grab a new note card.

I am Susan Rushing.

I am a child of God.

The light and energy of God is within me.

I acknowledge all sides of myself

I stay in my integrity

I live on purpose.

I am smart.

I make people laugh.

I give people warmth and love.

I do my best to leave people and places better for my having been there.

I never leave my energy behind.

I love to laugh.

I love everyone and understand and overcome when I am frustrated with people.

I forgive myself.

Life is good to me.

Ok…so as I move forward and read this little notecard to myself everyday, I hope to see some big love come back on myself. I am keeping this card in my wallet, next to my drivers license. Kinda my id that I can pull out whenever I am feeling confused or find myself acting in a less than authentic way.

Being true to who you are makes life way groovier.

When you eff up, acknowledge it, apologize for it, forgive yourself for it and ask for forgiveness from whomever you took energy.

Only you know who you truly are, no matter who tells you any different.

So, to thine own self be true, Fancy.

So don’t let me down Hon, your mama’s gonna take you uptown. 🙂

Love yourselves, y’all. I am loving you right back.

Smooch Out!

 

http://www.susanrushing.com

Q:How many times can a mother’s heart break before it shatters into  a million pieces?

A: Put your big girl panties on, it won’t shatter, it just gets bigger until it bursts with pride.

 

I don’t talk about her publicly. That is mostly because I don’t have permission to run her business round town. She deserves that discretion.

When I was twenty four, I found out that there was a tiny life inside me. I was making another person….a precious pink bundle of love and coos that would smell of baby powder.

I dreamed that she would sing like me. A force to be reckoned with, that one. A triple threat who could sing and dance and act circles around anyone that dared to come against her. Smart, funny and talented with my dark hair and her father’s full lips. She was on Broadway before she had lips to gloss.

She did two shows in my belly that year. We were Ethel Merman and Lady Thiang. We ran up and down grand staircases and sang in spotlights together. She was a trooper and a gypsy in utero. There was greasepaint and glitter in her tiny little veins.  My girl…

Her entrance into this world, like any diva worth her feathers, was dramatic.

She arrived mid August. She wasn’t supposed arrive until October. She had full lips like her daddy and that head full of black hair like her momma. She was tiny, and she was mad.

We spent two months together in the neonatal intensive care unit. She was sick, really sick. The sickest baby they had ever seen, that’s what they said in the hospital. She was a fighter. She was a hell of a fighter. Tiny and fierce….That was my girl.

A great deal happened in those two months. We were told that she hadn’t developed the plumbing to her liver and that she wasn’t going to make it, and if she did, she would be so handicapped that we wouldn’t be able to take care of her for long.

I got mad at all of those people. I decided that she was going to live. I had to take things into my own hands. Well, I had to put the situation in greater hands.

I started to pray. I prayed to everything that even looked like a cross. I prayed to every church steeple on the way to the hospital every day. I prayed to ever light pole with a cross bar every day. I held her and prayed. I prayed at the snack machine because the shelves that ran across the middle bar made seven crosses. Seven levels of heaven that I had to pray to, that’s what I imagined.

Then one night I had a dream. I was in the most beautiful place. It looked like the best produce section ever. Lush plants and fruits and vegetables and flowers in the most attractive lighting surrounded me. I was waiting in line. I don’t know how I knew, but I knew that I was waiting to see Jesus.

I will tell you at this time in my life that I was not a particularly spiritual or religious girl. I had enough of that growing up and it didn’t turn out so nice. I had really lost  a great deal of faith. This new praying thing was out of desparation. I was doing my best to try to connect to someone for help.

Then it was my turn. I was standing there in front of Jesus. He was kind and had a robe on that was the most beautiful shade of pale blue. He looked at me and shook his head a little and said,  “She is going have big problems, Susan. Can you handle that?”

“YES!! Just give her to me. I can handle it”, came bursting out of my mouth.

He stopped me and said again ” No, SUSAN…she is going to have big problems. Can you handle it?”

I took a step back and thought for a moment and said, ” I don’t know, but I will do the best I can.”

Jesus looked at me like he felt sorry for me, shook his head again and said with a sigh, “Okay, she is over there on that step”

I said thank you and ran over to a little stairwell and on the dirty third step down was a bundle wrapped in the same color as His robe. I picked her up and walked down the steps.

then I woke up.

The next day when I picked her up, I started to cry just like always. Someone inside me said, “Stop crying and sing.”  It was hard, but I managed to start humming “Paper Moon”.  She snuggled up and slept.

The next day the nurses said that she had a rough night and her numbers were not good. I picked up, and I don’t know exactly how I knew to do it, but I got the urge to focus light from my belly into her. The light was yellow and bright. When I did it, I felt her wiggle a little. Something told me to get to the bookstore and start doing some research.

I told my husband that I wanted to go to the bookstore that night on the way home. He was annoyed, I didn’t care. On a rolling book cart I saw a book about healing with imagery. I looked up liver and read what it said.

The next day I picked her up, sang, gave her my energy and then tried the visualization. That day, Dr. Reidle appeared. A neonatal gastro guy who was visiting the area. He was in the Air Force.

A week later, the doctor’s came to us and told us that she did have the liver plumbing and they were going to put a shunt in her head to drain off the fluid and we could take her home. Thank You Jesus….and know you know why I talk about him so frequently 🙂

Since that day we have been through  three brain surgeries, countless hospital stays, countless therapy sessions, 4 wheelchairs, and a bazillion seizures.

It has been a mill, y’all and we have been through it.

She never sang, she never danced, she never took the stage at all. She is fierce in her competition. He competition is life, and the living of it.

She talks to dead people. She can control the volume on the stereo without touching a knob. She is magic. She is Joan of Arc in there.

I couldn’t be prouder of her. My girl.

This week we moved her into her new house. There is a lovely woman from Nigeria that cares for her. Her voice is like velvet and her accent is charming. Her name is Grace.

Perfect.

The woman who is responsible for taking her out on adventures to the library and the theater or wherever she can grow,  is named Gabrielle.

Perfect.

Her new housemate  and friend is named Therese.

Perfect.

Last night when I called to check on her, the first thing she did was address my worry in telling me that everything was alright and that she was okay. She made a point to make me feel better. I was worried that she was going to hate me. She didn’t. She is fierce. She is good. I didn’t raise a diva, I raised a star…a sparkly shiny star straight from Heaven. I thank Jesus for the gift of her. When we were hanging up the phone I heard her say to Therese, ” Das My Mom” .

You’re damned skippy I am…and proud of it.

She is worth every tear, wrinkle, worry, fret and grey hair…well, if I didn’t color them 🙂

Big Love, No Apologies, No Condition, No Question…..just the love. That’s what it is all about.

Megan Elizabeth Rushing Rawks, y’all. That is the God’s honest truth.

Now go hug your babies.

Smooch Out 🙂

http://www.susanrushing.com

 

I wasn’t going to write about this. I wasn’t.

But I feel like I need to, because a lot of people who I know and love have been in the habit of making people feel less than important and unloved and unwanted. Maybe they know they do it, like a mean girl in high school….but it really needs to stop.

I hear people preaching love and light and high vibration of energy, and then I watch those same people turn their backs on others or trash someone who loves them behind their backs. Have I been a party to this particular brand of ugliness? Oh hell yes I have.  I am not proud of this. I am fully in the correcting of it though. It’s way past time to grow up. It is time to be mindful. The damage that gets done may not be seen quickly, but the damage and hurt is there.

I have lived here, just south of Atlanta, for a year and some change. Just as in any situation, there are people who have charmed me and warmed my heart. One of those people was a quirky man who lived across the parking lot from us. He wasn’t a very big man and he wasn’t a very young man. He had a great big yellow dog that I got dog love from every time I could. Even though this man was small, his heart and courage was as 5 times bigger than his big loving, giant dog.

I am not going to go into the details of all of this story, but I will say that he looked out after anyone that needed looking out after. He kept things clean and had a lovely garden that raised the vibration of this area with stellar color and texture. He was important to this community. We thought he was a little crazy, and we cared about him. He was important to us, even if it was at an arms distance. He was a big part of our quiet little world, and an important part.

A week ago he was out walking that big yellow dog very early in the morning. He was confronted by a 19-year-old young man. We don’t know what or how anything happened, but our friend ended up getting shot in the face no less than 5 times. That angry young man unloaded his gun in a 57-year-old mans face. How does that happen? We have been shocked and devastated and frightened. We have wrung our hands and looked out of windows and worried. We look at his condo and are sad, and we miss him and we miss that dog. Our safe little quiet world is now upside down and we have been shaken to our foundation. Why did that young kid to this? How could he do this? When does someone lose their sense of life?

So, I have thought about it. At first I was so angry at that boy. I was angry at his blatant disregard for life. I was angry that he didn’t think about how he was affecting anyone, I was angry that he left that big giant dog without the person that had loved him for over 13 years. He didn’t care about how important he was. He didn’t care about that man. He didn’t care about that dog. He didn’t care about himself. He didn’t care. I had to think hard about my anger and I realized that I was feeling the same negative feeling that the caused the boy to pull that trigger.

Then it dawned on me. I was angry because he didn’t care. It made me and everything else in the world feel less that important. Worth nothing. That was what was making me mad.

I wonder if that boy had a lifetime of that. I don’t have any clues about that, but I do know that the neighborhood where the the police pulled that boy out of  feels dangerous. Property is damaged there.  When people discount and destroy things, they lose importance. The lose their value. People are like that too. If you aren’t valued then you lose importance and perspective, you quit caring about those who don’t care for you and you quit caring about yourself and anything else.

So, I started thinking and wondering…Was this young man shown how important he was when he was a baby? Was he shown how important he was from teachers? Did his mother and father show him that he was important and that he was needed…that he made a difference? If not, then I can understand how that kind of anger builds. Did anyone ever tell him that he had a Divine spark? Did anyone ever tell him that he was of the same cosmic DNA as our creator and that our creator is just big giant love?

Being important is being loved. I am not going to stand on a soapbox and preach, although I could. What I am going to say is that it is time to acknowledge the contributions that others make in your life. It is time that you show them how important they have been to you. It is time to stop turning your back on others and find the love in your heart that is the very seat of your soul.

Love can save the day. Love can save a life. Love can change this whole world. Love is important.

Look at your children, look at your friends, look at those who cause you grief and then look in the mirror and say “I love you. I appreciate you. You are important. We are big giant love and we make a difference.”

I love you meeces to pieces. Be the love in the room, I know that you are the love in mine, and you are oh, so important.

Smooch out…and don’t forget to shake your behind today. 🙂

http://www.susanrushing.com

I hate to say “hate”. I do, really I do.

but I am gonna say that Atlanta traffic makes me go there. Holy Crapasaurus Rex, y’all. I have never in my whole life seen such anger and language and SIGN language (of the inappropriate variety) in all of my driving days! The anger is really overwhelming and unsettling…and that’s just what goes on in MY car. GAH!

I used to try to be all zen about the whole deal. It’s a practice in mindfulness and patience, Susan. Relax and take the lesson. Try some nice breeeaaathing exercises. Iiiinnn and oooout….iiiiiinnnn, ooouuut….iiin did that m-effer just cut me off? Everybody off the Buddah wagon, here comes mother! Toot toot..aaahh beep beep…and it ain’t another Donna Summer song either! Hop on the crazy train, y’all! We are honking this mother til our thumbs bleed!!

I need a distraction…a way to raise the vibration so to speak.

I loaded a bunch of groovy karaoke songs on the iPhone and set out today. It was fun. I did enjoy the trip a lot better. I especially loved singing the Cee Lo Greene  song that I love so much. It is so much nicer when put to music. It almost seems friendly like. 🙂 ahhhh….

I did change some Annie lyrics around when folks cut me off or wouldn’t let me merge like I needed to. Again….put to music those words seemed lighter and less lower vibrational. “You’re never fully dressed without a …A**hole!” or “The sun’ll come out…letmeover….bet your bottom dollar that your mother….ok I can’t finish that one.  🙂 hee hee

So, I am diggin it.

I think tomorrow may be “drag show car day”. ooooo…I fee love I feel love I feel love I feel looove. 🙂

So, if any of you see me on the road, wave your dollar in the air and I will be right over, sugar.

Remember, don’t get pissy, just get PRISSY….it’s WAY more fun. 🙂

Smooch out! Big Love on You!!

http://www.susanrushing.com

Good LORD, you all! When the Universe makes changes and has plans, you had best clear your calendars and make some space. It is happening whether you are ready for it or NOT!

Last weekend and the beginning of this week have been a whirlwind. I will tell you that there are about three blogs that ran around my wig stand last week, but I was so busy that I just didn’t get to sit down. Plus, I don’t want this blog to be a tear jerker, and really it could be.

Last week consisited of one death in the family, losing a pet, a rental car, 18 hours of driving, a major birthday, dealing with mother and finding a new home for my 21 year old. (Yes, giving birth at 13 was difficult, but I did it. Yes, I know…haha.)

Anyway, last week was an ass biter, really an absolute ass biter.

I didn’t come here to complain. I came here to tell you a little something that I realized while in the middle of the tornado of emotion and paperwork. As dark and as sad as some of those moments were, little shiny moments of fabulosity shimmered through the dark. Those glistening memories are what are staying in the movie in my mind. I love that.

I made connection with some people that I haven’t spoken to since childhood. They were precious to me then, and my little kid spirit still sees their little kid spirit. No judgement, just love.

I watched a connection being made with my daughter that warmed my heart in ways that I had never imagined.

Unbelievable moments of synchronicity that snapped into place seamlessly and effortlessly.

It was as if someone larger and grander was taking care of business and showing me the good in it.

I let go…and let it happen. I stepped back and tried my best to love everyone, because that is what I thought was best to do. It worked, and continues to work.

Those beautiful moments are winning over the darker emotional ones. Some were so small that if you weren’t paying attention, you wouldn’t have noticed. The Universe sent me love all along the way.

So, thank you Universe. Thank you God. Thank you for giving me the soft pink padding of love as our journey’s round this next bend.  I have no fear, I know that whatever is in store for us is because it needs to be.

We are all love.

Be someone’s shiny moment today if you think about it.

You are perfect. Thanks for reading this.

Smooch Out with a sprinkle of cosmic glitter.

http://www.susanrushing.com

Gosh…it was so easy on the playground. Friends were the ones that you played with. You got mad at them sometimes, but usually you made up and it was all good. Sometimes you got a little weepy, maybe a little violent…maybe you even ratted them out. It all worked out. Somewhere the dynamics changed. Somehow it became difficult. Here I am all grown the hell up and the relationship thing is making me scratch bald spots in my head ( ok not really bald spots)

I blame sex and money. I do.

Those are the only two things that didn’t matter when I was playing on the playground.I mean those two little topics certainly did complicate things. When I was a child I just  had friends, plain and simple. REGULAR FRIENDS. Now we grow up and bring in sex. Now there is a new category. ROMANTIC FRIEND. Then we go into business and we have BUSINESS FRIENDS. So now things are way complicated. You know that you can’t mix BUSINESS and ROMANCE. So now the confusion begins . We also know that we mixing BUSINESS and REGULAR friends can wreck both categories and we cannot be good at either unless we are clear in communications and love the friendship more than the money. We also know that we cannot have sex with REGULAR FRIENDS unless we are planning on moving them permanently in to the ROMANTIC FRIEND category. It just makes me crazy. There is just a lot to think about. Please don’t think I am going to ramble on about sex and money. I am not. I am in the middle of redefining my parameters on both of them, so I am not ready to share. You may be glad for that. haha  🙂 Let’s get back to the playground, shall we?

Oh, for the days when I could throw a big old fit and kick and scream in the floor  or just reach out in the middle of a game and hug some one’s neck and kiss their heads in the sheer big love of that moment. I could do those things now, I suppose, but I would most likelyhave to deal with security. Security these days will do more than pull you up by your arm and take you to the bathroom until you settle down. You will land in the pokey or the hospital…or tazed. Jesus, you could so end up tazed. Who needs that? I have seen it on the You Tube…and I can tell your for sure that I do not need a tazing …EV-ER.

Dealing with other people just got so complicated in the grown up world. I saw a little boy at the grocery store the other day, he and his mother were in heated negotiations regarding how he was going to get through the building. There he was, red-faced mouth wide open screaming -‘ I DON”T WANT TO RIDE IN THE CAAARRT, I DON’T LIIIIIIKE IIIIIT! ‘ No mistaking intention there. No one within earshot misunderstood what that child was communicating. He stated it clearly and no one was surprised at the result of his being lifted up by his mother and placed in the cart. He screamed louder, and he got stiff.

So I have been thinking today. I have been thinking about communication and the style in which it gets delivered. I have a terrible habit. Often times I hesitate or flat don’t say what is really going on inside my head. Why? Because I want to be polite? Maybe. Because I want people to be confused? Never. Because I don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings. ALWAYS. Does this communication style serve me well? Hell, no.

I tell people to come from love in their communication. Love for the other person and love for themselves. It’s what I am guided to tell folks, and when  get that tickle…I tell them. I don’t always practice what I preach.

So, in loving whomever I am talking to about whatever I am talking about, I must remain in love toward myself. Love for me includes honesty, clarity, caution, respect and expressing my needs….all with skill….all with heart. ( yeah I stole that skill and heart thing from a training thing I went to for my old J-O-B) I know that this is not going to be easy. I do think it will be beneficial to all that I love and those who love me back.

So, I am going to let my inner 5 year old have some say so. I am going to allow her to say her wants and needs, her likes and dislikes and when she gets hurt, I am going let her say so….with a giant filter. Remember I don’t want to get tazed. I hear it makes you pee your pants. Good God I don’t need that either.

Smooch Out Precious People and a hug around the neck.