Just recently, agirlwhowrites nominated me for a Blogger Recognition Award. This is the second time I’ve been nominated for this award, and this second nomination touched me as much as the first.
agirlwhowrites wrote some very thought-provoking questions in her award post. Though I’m not formally posting the award for myself, I couldn’t resist answering her questions below, and thought I’d take this opportunity to let my blog readers participate, as well. Continue reading →
I’m pretty sure most people reading this post have felt under-praised in life more than overpraised, at least at some points in life. It’s common to yearn for recognition and positive reinforcement when we do well, or even because we don’t do bad things or underachieve on a regular basis. Such praise helps motivate us to continue achievement. It can boost our self-esteem and therefore keep us psychologically well-adjusted. Obviously excessive criticism does us harm, but what about adulation? Continue reading →
I don’t have flappers like penguins to swim through the sea. I may not float on deep lakes like a duck, swan, or goose. I don’t dive deep into the water like a puffin or coot, but one thing is sure, I really like bird baths very much, too. Continue reading →
Hiding is so often regarded as a negative action, but throughout our lives many of us also see the joy and advantage in it. When I was a little child, small or rarely frequented spaces had great appeal. You could see me (or not) under the dining room table, looking up at its underside, fascinated by the architecture formed by the legs of the chairs on its sides. I might have also been found (or not) in my bedroom closet, a dark place near piles of shoes, with hanging clothes gently caressing my face and shoulders. Why do such hiding places appeal to many children? Well, I can’t speak for others, but for me it was a chance to own my own special space, and see things from very different perspectives. Continue reading →
I have loved flowers since as young as I can remember, but it wasn’t until my 40s that I discovered my passion for flower arranging. It’s just a hobby, but one I do regularly. Every time I go to the grocery store for the weekly trip, I indulge myself. The act of creating a beautiful display of colors, shapes and fragrances gives me satisfaction. So does their beauty that adds to my life during every season.
Not all favorite stories have to be from significant events, like a marriage or a first love. Sometimes there are little past stories you tell again and again that may seem insignificant to some, but are highly memorable to you. Perhaps you start to tell the story for the tenth time and your spouse finishes the story, with a roll of the eyes, but gosh, you love telling that story! They’ll hear it again! Here is one such story about my love of tea. Continue reading →
I’m so excited that Nel of Reactionary Tales nominated me for this Blogger Recognition Award. This is also my first time receiving this award. I enjoyed reading Nel’s responses to the questions below, and hope that anyone reading mine will find them helpful in some way. Continue reading →
Dialectical Behavioral Therapy (DBT) is a type of cognitive behavioral therapy used for the treatment of various illnesses and behavioral challenges from depression, to anxiety, anger/irritability, to bipolar disorder symptoms, personality disorders, and more. This therapy features various coping techniques to deal with these challenges falling under modules such as mindfulness, distress tolerance, emotion regulation, and interpersonal effectiveness (click DBT therapy for more information). In this post I’d like to focus on the distress tolerance skill “Self-soothing with the five senses”, and how I’ve used it in the past. Continue reading →
Do you have a favorite season of the year? If so, which one and why?
After a long winter I welcome the spring for the flowers, milder temperatures and the pleasure to see the grass again. Though summer sports and vacations have their appeal, the extreme heat and humidity can be too much for me. Yes, winter has its wonderland days, but at my age the fun of making snowmen, igloos, and having snow ball fights has sort of passed. Now it’s more fear of driving in the snow, clearing off cars, and shivering any time I go out the door.