LiveFreeLoveHard

Remember when you were in middle school and your teacher assigned where you would sit?   Usually this was after being allowed to pick our own seats, and we would sit next to our best friends and talk the whole time during class.   Then we would have to be broken up so we could actually pay attention.   Then we went to the cafeteria and we had to find a place to sit and eat.   Some of us with our friends, others of us as loners or outcasts.   Then we got older and we went to work and our boss would walk us to our desk or office and tell us this is where we will be stationed.   Then we got savvy and decided we wanted to travel and we picked our seats beforehand to assure we got the window or aisle seat (because no one truly likes the middle).   There is something chaotic about the idea that we can sit wherever we want.   It adds a bit of pressure to any situation that we must make a decision here and what does that decision say about me? What if I choose the wrong seat?  

God's Wisdom:  This is what the Holy Spirit lead me to write down after an encounter with a nice older lady in the building.  I was going to check the mail, when she steps from around the corner and asked me where the clubhouse was.  I pointed around the corner, but said, "It's closed on Sundays.  You can still get to the gym if you want though."  Then she asked about our gate to the community.  "How come some people can wave at the gate and get in, and I have to put in a code?"  I explained that if you live here, you should have a gate key for quick access.  As I continued to chat with her, I found out that she was staying in an Air bnb in our complex and rented it out for a month while looking for a home to buy.  She was from California.  As a Realtor, I jumped right on that and asked  if she was working with anyone already.  She said 'Yes', but was so delighted with me and my conversation, that we talked for an additional 5 minutes.  Though I didn

We always highlight the best parts of us.   " Get my good side," when it comes to taking pics.    I met a young man the other day and shared that if he needed any help with administration or organizing some ideas for his company that I’d be happy to assist, since this is my area of expertise.   If we know we are good at something, we’re more confident in it, which brings us more satisfaction when we succeed in those areas, confirming our value.   For a while, I hated playing the game SKIP-BO!   It’s actually a fun family game.   3 or 4 of us would get together and play.   Even though, I feel like it’s more about the cards you’re dealt than how you play them, my husband was notoriously winning all the time.   He is really good at this game.   And it was so frustrating to me.   I hated to keep losing.   It made me feel like I wasn’t good at the game, so I hissed every time someone brought up playing it.   UNTIL!   The tides turned and I began winning more often, sometimes