Yesterday and today I used and heard the word contingency at least a dozen times. A contingency is a possibility that must be prepared for in case certain events take place. What about the law of attraction? Are we setting the stage to miss our original goal by giving energy to contingencies or are we simply giving ourselves breathing space to create the best result? 

Often the contingency actually turns out to be the better plan, but don’t be fooled by contingencies that force you off your path…that’s just the ego keeping your dreams at bay.

When I’m really, really happy, I tend to keep my wits about me and subdue my joy — I fear that life is waiting with a left hook. I’ve now removed that fear. I sincerely believe we are here to experience joy and abundance at no cost to us. Joy is not borrowed on credit. There is no bill, with interest, at the end of the month. Feel life and experience your true worth. We all deserve to be happy. Full strength happy, not watered down.

I’m mindful that my words are available to the world. This is humbling. I’m putting it out there. I believe that life will bring us what we truly desire. The trick is to desire big. Put the ego on mute, don’t let it talk you down and simply accept what comes your way. Be bold and brave and demand the best for yourself. If you don’t clearly believe you are worth it, how will the universe know what to provide. And surely, don’t let someone else’s voice become your own.

I have a cousin who is a photographer. I’m inspired by his talent and his belief in himself. Expect lots Nick, you deserve it.

I’m not afraid to be alone, just afraid to be lonely.

It is sometimes too painful to see things as they truly are. We often need to protect ourselves until we are ready to observe the truth. We are fragile, every one of us.

We cannot begin to understand another’s pain. We place ourselves in their position, but we still can only imagine. We know not of their experience, we know not what they have within them—the strength or the fear.

When those around you suffer, reflect your beauty like a buttercup. If you bring only a moment of pleasure, you’ve made a difference.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a chest cold before. I probably have but denied it. This time it’s for real and it’s not getting better. I’m all freaked out and I’m going to bed (to sleep). I’m not reading any books or any work stuff or watching tv or thinking. I’m just going to bed. It’s 6:45 pm and right after I wash the dishes, feed my dog, tidy up the house, call my sister and have a bath, I’m going to bed.

I fear that life is getting too serious. Tomorrow is girls night. Dinner and conversation. The real good kind that makes you glad to be someone’s friend. This will shake the serious out. The reservation is under Pitt.

Every time I’m faced with a career dilemma, I receive a call from someone who requires my freelance services. That’s telling me something. Lately I’ve been referring callers to a friend of mine whom I trust. It’s not that I don’t want the work. Sometimes the timing is just not right or the work is too much for me to handle on a part-time basis. Tonight I said yes, because it’s right. I felt it. Or should I say, I didn’t feel that I shouldn’t. I’m trusting my intuition, it’s not wrong. I’m opening up and I like where it’s taking me. Struggling with my intuition makes me tired, following it fills me with confidence and strength.

It may be a post-39 thing. My post-39 friends agree, just be quiet and listen. The answers will come. Perhaps I’m simply experiencing the wisdom of the ages. I love it!

I’ve subscribed to a new magazine called More. I like celebrating the freedom, confidence and the license to deny that comes with being at least 4 decades old. I must admit, I hid the cover a bit at the sushi restaurant when I took it from my bag. When I left, however, I flashed it around proudly. I feel strong, a little tired, but strong.

My live is full. Busy and joyful and fulfilling and worth waking up for. I love the madness. I love the excitement. I love being in it. I love being me. My house is messy, my kids are idle, my dog is frantic and I’m at peace.

In those seldom moments when there is time to think about the past, you still have the choice to dwell or move on.  The past cannot be taken away. It is part of you. Scrape off the sweet parts and devour them. Sprinkle honey on the sour parts—they will caramelize and be easier to swallow. Conquer the past and consume it joyfully. Feed your soul the delicacies of what was and whet your appetite with what can be.