Blog Moving…

Hello Everyone,

After an extended absence, I’ve decided to discontinue blogging as Real Girls. It’s been an amazing experience and I hope it has been helpful for all of you as well, but I’ve decided instead to pursue a blog that highlights my fictional writing. It will be the TV Series of novels, if you will, with 3 or 4 stories being added to on the blog week by week. Please feel free to visit – and if you are a writer too, please give me some tips and send me some work I can help you edit! Here is the URL:

Love you all, I hope you come join me on my new blog!!



20 Signs You’re Succeeding


I found this article today and just needed to share it with you lovely ladies.  Sometimes we get so caught up in life and trying to reach our next goal, we forget to stop and take a look at how much we’ve accomplished.  If you’re feeling like a failure or just looking for a little pick-me-up, here’s a fantastic article to help you reevaluate where you are:

20 Signs You’re Succeeding in Life Even If You Don’t Feel You Are

I am going to try to share good content I find across the web more often.  There is some really great information out there that I’m sure you will all love as much as I do!

The Place Where Our Animal Instincts and Human Needs Combine


Taking a moment.

Taking a breath.

Feeling the smell of your hair on my chest.

Looking around.

Hearing a sigh.

Watching your feet rub together so light.

The sound of your fingers.

The look in your eyes.

The feeling of knowing right now can’t pass by.

Mindfulness.  Living in the now.  Being present.  Stopping to smell the roses.  The importance of these perhaps overused phrases cannot be overestimated.  As human beings we can do so many amazing things that animals cannot – we can calculate complex equations, appreciate abstract art, and feel a great sense of selfhood.  But we seem to have lost this skill that animals can’t avoid: living in the moment.  This is interesting because the one major differentiator between us and every other creature on the planet is our ability to be self-aware – yet this is what brings us so far away from being able to stay present.  Our ability to be self-aware is truly unique and it can be a blessing or a curse depending on how we use it.

I think we’ve all seen situations where self-awareness plays a negative role: it can lead to depression, anxiety, laziness, etc etc.  Many such conditions are a result of physical imbalances in the brain, but at a non-clinical level, they can often be tied to our tendency to overdo our self-awareness and live constantly in the past or in the future.  Clearly, we have a need to live in the moment as animals do, but have this stumbling block in the way that is self-awareness.

This is where mindfulness comes in.  See, we can live the way animals do too and we certainly do it quite often: when we take vacations, start intense short-term projects, or approach a situation that requires emergency action, we often adjust into animal mode by focusing on things as they come and spending little time worrying about future repercussions, or past difficulties.  Then when the project or vacation is over, we relax and get back into being humans again with thoughts, dreams, and fears.

Mindfulness is this special place where animal-like presence combines with humane self-awareness.  It’s a moment when you are both animal and human, both instinctual and thoughtful, and both physical and spiritual.  Many would say that practicing mindfulness or meditation is essential to your mental health.  It’s a unique experience and one that I don’t think we appreciate enough these days.


Take some time to reconnect.  Every day if you can.  Stop for a few minutes at work, home, or even at the grocery store and take in everything around you via your senses: what do you smell, see, hear, feel?  What do you like about what’s around you?  What do you notice that usually escapes your attention?  Listen to yourself breath.  Feel your lungs expanding and contracting.  Keep your mind focused, don’t let it wander.

I have a feeling that we need this experience of being present dearly.  It was much easier to come by before TV, smart phones, and hectic work schedules, so now we have to make a concerted effort to set aside time for ourselves.  I often wonder, actually, if this is why we have an obsession with apocalyptic movies and TV shows (yes, I am a Walking Dead fan, and YES I LOVE DARRYL!!!).  In an apocalypse, we would have no choice but to be fully committed to the raw, unfiltered, often painful present.  And even though that means that we’re constantly struggling and fighting, I think we yearn for that now-ness SO much that it almost seems like it would be worth the pain.  To forget the mortgage, the college fund, the credit card debt…and just worry about now.

I don’t know about you, but I think it *might* be better to create time for this experience in our daily or weekly lives rather than live in an actual post-apocalyptic world (am I alone in this?).  So start doing it.

Teach yourself to be here with the rest of us.  Go.

Two Important Quotes on Becoming Who You Are

Hi ladies,

Thank you for being patient with me while I’ve taken a little “vacation” from blogging.  Don’t worry, it was just a short stint, and I promise I’m back!!  And I’m back with a pretty hot topic that I know I’ve wrestled with for ages: What does it mean to be “me”?

Beautiful young woman looking in the mirror

Well, I mean, I guess the simple answer is: whatever you are or do, that’s who you are, right?  Because you are you, so if you do any particular activity, that makes it “you” and part of your personality, right?  It just seems to me that there are a number of people out there who have a really excellent sense of “self”.  They know who they are, they know what they like, they know where they’re going.  Now maybe that’s an illusion – maybe inside they’re no more certain of anything than I am – but it’s put me on the path for quite a while of trying to define that for myself.

I really love the unique people.  The people who combine the strangest interests, personalities, and unexpected talents.  For example, if you watch “Modern Family”, one of my favorite characters, Cam, is a gay father, music teacher, fashion diva, AND college football player.  I mean, WTF, you just HAVE to love that!!!

So what is that for me?  Well, I don’t really know, and I’m starting think that perhaps I’m overthinking it just a *tad* (imagine that).  I recently, however, caught myself displaying two quotes in my house that are related to this topic, but are seemingly in contradiction to each other.

See, I’m weird.  I like contradiction.  It seems like the best insights and learning come out of contradictory statements, situations, or truths.  I’m not sure we would be able to find balance in life without contradiction.  Or interest, for that matter.  Here are the two quotes. The first one I put up a couple of years ago is:

“Simply become who you are”

Pretty straightforward, right?  I like it because it encourages moving forward and just going with the flow to a certain extent.  There’s no need to force anything, just be.  Kinda buddhist in a way, I guess.

The second quote which I purchased for our TV room a couple of months ago is:

“Life isn’t about discovering yourself.  Life is about creating yourself.”

I just love this one too.  Not just because I ADORE creating things, but because it gives me a measure of control over who I become, and let’s face it, I’m a bit of a control freak.

But it’s not possible to love both of these quotes, right?  I mean, they really speak to opposite world views.  One says pretty clearly that you are who you are and you should just let it blossom, and the other says that there is not “who you are” but that you get to create the person you become.


If you’ve ever studied psychology, you know there is always this tug of war between nature vs. nurture.  Are we who we are because it’s in our genetics, or are we who we are because of our lives and experiences?  Psychology proves again and again that it’s both – there is simply disagreement as to which has more power.

That’s how I feel about these quotes.  One speaks to the nature of who we are, and the other speaks to the nurture of who we could become.  And quite frankly, either of these quotes by itself is actually a rather scary and unsettling prospect.  If you are who you are, you don’t get a choice in who you become (or at least whatever choice you make is going to be a result of who you are, so in the end it’s still pre-destined).  On the flip side, if you get to create yourself, that not only gives you WAY too many options to choose from, but awakens this sense of over-control to try to regulate and make sure the person we make ourselves into is ideal and not a murderer or a hobo.

So that’s why I prefer these quotes together.  Together they give us two edges to our sight so we can shoot straight down the middle.  They allow us to accept that maybe some parts of ourselves are just there, and we can feel free to embrace them, and some of them are squarely in our control so we can alter and manipulate them.  It means there are some limits to the kind of person we become, but also a huge world of possibility when we maximize who we are to amplify and supplement the person we become.

For example, I’ve never been a dancer.  Probably never will be.  Some people might say it’s just not in my personality, or even my physical capabilities.  But I’m taking dance classes right now.  And it’s great!  And even though I don’t see this as a core part of the “who I am” equation, I think it contributes greatly to my future self.  It’s the part of me I get to create.

I have to end this with this incredibly intriguing TED talk by Julian Baggini which pulls information from philosophy and neuroscience to attack the question of “Is there a real you?”.  Give it watch and imagine the person you can create from the person you’ve already become:

Just a Little Stitch of Advice

Hello girls.  I have been off-line a little bit lately, but let it be known that every now and then in your lives, you’ll need to step back from your obligations for a short time for one reason or another.  I will be back with some truly fascinating and mind-blowing posts in the near future, though!


Here’s a little piece of advice I discovered today: if you’re ever feeling bad about yourself and need a way to pull out of it, just do this: watch Seinfeld.

You’ll feel like the best, most accomplished person in the world!

Changing Habits: All It Takes Is An Orange

My daughter has been learning about patterns in school this year.  It’s a topic she really seems to enjoy.  We’ve spent evenings going over homework assignments, trying to guess what the next item in a certain pattern is, and she’s getting pretty good at it.  So good at it, that when she sees a pattern on a brochure, or on the wallpaper at the store, she shouts in delight, “Mom, it’s a pattern!”.


Patterns seem to be the topic of a lot of my discussions lately online and elsewhere.  It originally came up during a Facebook discussion about coincidences and miracles – one person mentioned that coincidences are simply a result of our inherent wiring to see patterns.  For example, when you buy a blue Ford Edge, you suddenly start seeing blue Ford Edges everywhere.  You might conclude, “Geez, a lot of people are buying blue Ford Edges lately!”, but, in fact, your brain just has a propensity to identify and assign meaning to patterns.

And, as usual, leave it to me to take a relatively simple concept, tear it into a million bloody pieces, and then duct tape it back together again.

To See Patterns is Human

According to this article, as well as other studies I’ve heard quoted, our brains are hardwired to see patterns.  It’s a simple part of our nature.  This doesn’t mean that every chain of events or objects our brains identify as a pattern actually is a pattern, it simply means our brains are constantly on the lookout for them, without our permission.  What this means is that our brains can convince us that a completely unrelated chain of events is a meaningful pattern when, in fact, it isn’t – our brain simply has a bias to conclude that.  On the other side of the coin, our brains can view a chain of events that on the surface appear to have no similarities whatsoever, and see a meaningful and realistic pattern (think any five-seconds-until-the-bomb-goes-off moment in any movie in the Die Hard series) that is truly existent and can help us solve a problem.  Seeing patterns is an incredible skill we’ve inherited.

The Reality of Pattern-Seeking

I wonder about this.  I wonder how much this actually contributes to so many major human depravities as well as mind-blowing discoveries.  I wonder how much this has to do with our racism, sexism, and stereotyping problems.  Perhaps series’ of negative experiences drive our brains to seek the common element in hopes of averting future pain. It all just comes down what pattern we decide is responsible.

  • A boy experiences abuse from his mother and concludes that parents are naturally mean
  • A woman has 2 or 3 negative encounters with a foreigner and decides to avoid people from that country as often as possible
  • A teenager is mugged at a Motel 6 and can no longer stay at that particular hotel without experiencing high levels of anxiety
  • A girl gets yelled at by a certain teacher several times and develops a fear of people with the same hair and eye color

My sense is that our brains our wired to see patterns as a means of self-preservation.  And once upon a time, that’s probably all we really needed that capability for.  Considering that every species’ first goal is to survive, and that recognizing the enemy is a key element to that end, that would explain why this tendency is so uncontrollable!  But I think in our day and age (and in our first-world country), we can use this for much, much more.

So….uh….How Does Knowing This Help Me??

I’m constantly on this strange long journey for self-actualization.  I know the day will never come, but I have found that the closer I come, the happier and more comfortable I am in my own shoes.  So putting a small amount of energy towards an awareness of the patterns I seek and attach meaning to seems like a worthwhile endeavor.  There’s so much we can learn about ourselves and change about our thoughts and behaviors if we can harness our propensity for pattern recognition.  It’s a fairly simple matter from a birds-eye view: identify the patterns our brains are attaching meaning to and determine if they are true or false, helpful or detrimental.

Luckily, we can use an age-old psychological litmus test to help determine this: If it leads you to do good or improve, it’s probably good.  I have my own RealGirls version of that: if it leads you to value and love yourself authentically, it’s probably good.  That’s pretty much it!  So let’s start looking out how to analyze your own patterns of thinking and behaving.

Take a Mental Inventory

There’s no need to walk around all day obsessively watching every word you say and every thought that crosses your mind.  In fact, that’s a really great way to drive yourself crazy (I suppose if that’s your goal…go for it!).  But it helps to make a small mental note to look out for those patterns as you experience them in daily life.  Since your brain is already wired for pattern recognition, finding the pattern of the patterns should be easy!


Identifying Positive Patterns

Positive patterns are the ones we’re least likely to notice and most likely to disregard.  Why?  Because they aren’t necessary for surviving another day!  They’re fluff!  But in this day and age where mental strength is paramount, recognizing positive patterns is just as important as improving negative ones.  In fact, if you’re only identifying the negative, you could easily wear yourself out.  The positive ones may be small, but they’re still important.  Here’s some examples of some positive patterns you might see in your daily life:

  • You always eat breakfast in the morning – seriously, this one has taken me ages to develop
  • When you see someone who looks sad, you automatically feel empathy for them
  • You react positively towards yourself when you accomplish something good
  • You’ve learned the kinds of people that you tend to connect with quickly and you seek them out

Figure out what these are, pat yourself on the back, remind yourself that you’ve got a really good foundation to work from, and keep it up.

Identifying Negative Patterns

Negative patterns are probably easier to recognize, but of course, hard to change.  But they need to be acknowledged without judgement to even begin the process of improving. Here are some negative patterns you may have:

  • You groan every time you think about exercising
  • When you get upset, you immediately look for candy or chocolate
  • When you talk to a friend who sounds a little down, you automatically assume it was something you did
  • When someone offers criticism you immediately take it personally

Remember, this process is all about recognizing the negative pattern without judging yourself.  That’s very important.  Put on the most objective glasses you can, look at yourself the way you would a dear friend, and give yourself a comfortable amount of space to less-than-perfect in!

Changing Your Patterns

This is the hard part, of course, but it’s probably not as hard as you think.  See, the bad news is that you have an established pattern that your brain is wired to follow.  But the good news is that once you change the pattern, your brain will shake up its old ideas and begin to establish a new pattern.

There is one change agent that I have seen to be almost universally effective in changing behaviors and thought patterns, and we can use my daughter’s example of pattern recognition to exemplify it: When my daughter is looking at her worksheet and sees a picture of a strawberry followed by a banana, then another strawberry, then another banana, she very quickly concludes that strawberry-banana is the repeated pattern.

What would make her change her mind?

There is only one thing: a difference in the pattern.  She will be utterly convinced that strawberry-banana is the pattern until somewhere down the worksheet, she sees an orange.  Oops!  Well maybe strawberry-banana wasn’t the pattern after all!  Or maybe it was part of the pattern, but it’s a different pattern than she initially imagined it to be.  See, you could spend all day explaining scientifically, philosophically, or metaphorically why strawberry-banana is NOT the real pattern, but until she sits there with her hands on the paper and her eyes staring at that orange, she will not be convinced that she is wrong.


Experience is the Best Teacher

So it is with everything (assuming this is a true pattern).  Experience is the best teacher.  If you want to change a pattern, be it a belief or thought process or a behavior (habit), you have to experience something different.  The best way to do this if you want to shake up as many patterns as possible, is to simply have lots of different experiences.  Live in different states and countries, make friends with different kinds of people, eat different kinds of food, experience different types of entertainment.  Talk to people who look angry at you.  Ask for criticism.  Building variety of experience into your life will help kill many of those untrue and unhelpful patterns or biases without you even needing to recognize them.  And for those that need a little extra work (usually because the pattern has repeated itself for years upon years), you have to repeat that different experience until your brain learns a new pattern.

Here’s an example.  I read somewhere (I apologize, I can’t find the reference right now, but I will post it here when I find it) that the chemical dopamine, which is known as the “reward” chemical in our bodies, is primarily released by responding to habits.  For instance, when you exercise your body releases dopamine, so if you continue exercising over time your brain will learn to release dopamine when you think about exercise because it recognizes it as something that will produce a reward.  So what’s the best way to teach your body and your brain to start exercising?  Just start doing it.  Look, you won’t get it right immediately – it typically takes me a year of attempting an exercise regime on and off every other month before it sticks – but every time you exercise (even if it’s been 6 months since your last workout) you’re giving your body and brain one more piece of evidence that this could be something it wants to reward you for ahead of time.  (For a little extra boost, take the advice from another article, and try changing your thought patterns as well).


Don’t Give Up

This is just one more reason to not give up even when you can’t keep a new routine established.  I know, I know, all the fitness and self-help and “positive thinking” junkies out there are telling you that you’ve got to COMMIT and DO IT and GET IT RIGHT immediately or you’ll end up fat, lazy, and depressed.  And if that motivates you then stick with it, this article probably won’t help you much.  But for the rest of us, we just need to know that the world doesn’t end when we fall and that the small effort we were able to make made a difference.

It does.

Even if you are only able to replace one positive thought each day, it makes a difference.  Even if you can only motivate yourself to socialize once a week, it makes a difference.  Even if you can only manage to work out for two weeks and then you lose motivation for the next two months, it makes a difference.  Even if you only get one vacation each year to visit a new place, it makes a difference.  Each one of those efforts adds another orange, teaching your brain that perhaps the pattern is not what it initially appeared to be.

Your brain will take care of most of the heavy lifting; just throw it an orange as often as possible until you achieve the new perspective, schedule, or attitude that you desire.

And maybe eat an orange too.  Cuz, ya know, they’re good.


The Perspective On Suicide You Haven’t Heard

thinking businessman

I’ve found that I tend to approach these huge celebrity news stories a little bit differently than most.  Like every other human being on the planet, when I found out that Robin Williams had committed suicide, I had my normal knee-jerk reaction of empathy, sorrow, and even some confusion.  I was never the biggest Robin Williams fan, but I did enjoy his movies so it was devastating news as I believe anyone can attest – a comedian, a seemingly happy man shouldn’t have any desire to kill themselves, right??

As I started working through my own thoughts and feelings, I noticed that I made a switch pretty quickly, as I often do.  Into observation mode.  I perused the news articles, blog posts, and social media arguments and listened to how people process and react.  Unlike the whole Miley Cyrus debacle last year, this news was actually quite devastating so naturally people feel very strongly about their viewpoints and a lot of people are walking away both angry and hurt by some of the discussions.

What I find curious about our evaluation of a tragic incident such as this is that we tend to talk about it in terms of what is a valid reason for killing oneself, and what is not a valid reason to kill oneself; as if we’re trying to find a way to resolve our shock as quickly as possible.  If their reason for killing themselves is not valid then we can be angry at them, reassure ourselves that it was a deliberate choice and not an accident, and close the book on the “why” question. 

Perhaps so we can move on?  Perhaps so we can avoid the emotional asymmetry of contemplating something as complex and nuanced as suicide?  Maybe.  This would appear to be a result of human nature.  In a world of survival of the fittest, it is incumbent upon any human being to deal with emotions and move on quickly as a matter of survival.  But while this is natural and instinctual to jump to the quickest conclusion we can find and move on, it does us a disservice because it distorts the picture.  In an world where thoughts and feelings are of exponentially higher value than physical safety, it doesn’t matter so much anymore that we complete as many puzzles as possible; it matters that we complete the puzzle correctly.  

So I observe.  I analyze.  I try to understand.  And I begin putting together the pieces of this mysterious puzzle.  Because what I typically see is that a lot of people are trying really hard to understand this thing called suicide and in an attempt to find a comfortable answer quickly, they end up haphazardly mashing two pieces of the puzzle together that look like they fit, but in reality distort the entire picture.  

PUzzleAnd this ends up leaving a lot of people confused, hurt, or misinformed.

So let’s find the bits of truth scattered throughout the canvas and see if we can’t line some of them up together.  

Suicide Is Selfish

The most common and upsetting argument I’ve seen so far is that Robin Williams’ choice – and yes, it was a choice, however it was informed by mental processes most of us can’t even fathom – was selfish.  Okay, I admit, I find this upsetting as well.  So here’s what I have to say to all of you who assert this opinion: you’re right.  It was selfish.  From a completely objective point of view, committing suicide is a selfish act that causes great pain and anguish to those left behind.  Let’s make sure we understand that.  But it is not motivated by selfishness.  I can’t emphasize this distinction enough.  Depression causes the state of a person’s emotions and logical brain to be out of whack in these situations.  Selfishness is not even a consideration; escape from intense pain is.  You might compare it to a person who is being tortured as a POW and asks his torturer to kill him to put him out of his misery.  Do you think he’s in a sound state of mind to contemplate how that choice might effect his family?  No.

It’s a place few of us go, some of us return, but leaves us mourning for those who don’t make it out.

Suicidal Tendencies Can Be Cured With Faith

Another argument I’ve come across is this idea that somehow the person who commits suicide was not spiritual enough, or didn’t have a strong enough faith in God, or should have prayed more.  I have a REALLY hard time with this one.  I don’t see much logic in it at all.  But, if I dig really deep, I can maybe find a place for this puzzle piece.  I suppose that if we’re seeing “God” in this context as a spiritual/emotional/mental connection to the value of one’s inner self (through whatever type or image of God one believes in), then yes, I guess we could say the connection to “God”, or awareness of one’s own personal value, was broken.  But no amount of praying, going to church, or worship can fix something borne of a physical ailment.  I know some people believe in miracles of healing and I think that’s wonderful, but even in that context, 99% of the time you can’t spiritually fix something that is borne of a physical ailment.  And let’s particularly avoid calling this a moral deficiency.  It’s not.  In fact, suicidal people are sometimes described as being exceptionally moral.

Suicide Is a Result of a Chemical Imbalance

Which brings me to the next argument: suicide is the result of depression which is a result of a chemical imbalance in the brain.  This is TRUE!  This is the one puzzle piece that I love seeing placed on the board because this one is in the right spot.  Science has proved it, and if you don’t believe science, then believe the millions of people who have gained a higher quality of life through slight alterations of their chemical makeup.  It’s not that they didn’t have the desire to better themselves before, it’s that the medication allows them to finally be in a place where they are able to face the thought processes, angry feelings, and self-loathing that they’ve always experienced.  And they can begin to heal.  It’s no different than a person who takes medication for high blood pressure or thyroid issues or any number of other physical ailments.

Suicidal People Should Just Be More Positive

And then there’s this lovely one: suicidal people just need to start thinking positively.  Well, okay, I suppose technically this is true.  A more positive outlook on life would certainly alleviate much of the suffering.  The problem is in the assumption that this can be accomplished without help. Or that it can even be accomplished easily, or in some cases at all.  I don’t care if positive thinking is easy for you; that doesn’t make it easy or even possible for others.

Suicide Happens to People With a Difficult Childhood

And the last argument we’re going to look at: suicide is a result of a difficult childhood.  This is certainly a possibility but by no means true across the board.  There are many whose depression is triggered by abusive or traumatic events in childhood (or adulthood, quite frankly), but not all depressed people had a difficult childhood.  Many have lovely families and lovely lives but were simply born with chemical levels that result in a propensity for depression.

There are other explanations that can help us understand suicide, but let’s be sure to debunk these popular ones now.

Now I’ll be frank: I’ve never been seriously suicidal.  I’ve contemplated it, but never been anywhere near to taking action.  But I did spend a good chunk of my life in high school talking friends off the ledge, or comforting them after they survived the jump off the ledge, so I’ve seen this stuff pretty up close and personal.  And I will be the first person to admit: I don’t understand it.  I don’t.  I can’t imagine myself being in a place of such misery that I’m prepared to give up everything in my life to stop the pain.  The difference between me and a lot of other bloggers out there is that I don’t attempt to understand it with my biased eyes; I take the word of those who have been there.  If you believe that suicide is motivated by selfishness or a poor relationship with God or a lazy lack of effort to breed positive thoughts, just listen to what depressed and suicidal people are saying/have said.  Because this is a fact: you can’t understand it.  Even if you’ve been depressed before, or felt really low, or contemplated suicide, you can’t understand the person who fell so far that they were willing to pick up a gun and pull the trigger.  So stop trying and start listening.  

Once you start listening you will hear things like this: they were so lost in their misery that they couldn’t even consider whether or not suicide was a selfish choice.  They prayed and prayed and prayed and God never took away their sadness no matter how much faith they exerted.  They fought tooth and nail for years to change their thought processes and be more positive – they fought so hard that they believed themselves to be a failure for not being able to achieve happiness.

That is the real picture we’re looking at.  So let’s hold off on the idea we can understand this, stop applying our own mental processes to other people, and stop making snap judgments.  This subject is huge and vast and meticulous and unforgiving.  There are no easy answers.  And the only answers we can trust are those of the amazing people in our lives that we are grateful to call survivors.

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Uncomfortable in My Own Skin

blue eye

I’m gonna be a little more personal then usual in this post.  Don’t worry, nothing freaky.  Just a little more to maybe help you see that you’re “not the only one”, and that phases of life come and go and we all survive them somehow.

The last few years of my life have been…life changing.  A lot has happened.  I’ve brought two children into the world, altered my career trajectory, made some major adjustments to my religious & spiritual belief system, lost some very important relationships, and somehow managed to maintain a healthy and loving relationship with my husband through everything we’ve been through.  It’s a success.  But it’s been hard.

I’m not a woman who loves being pregnant and loves having kids.  I despise pregnancy and I struggle with postpartum anxiety (which is sort of like collecting every anxious moment of your entire life and stuffing it all into a period of 2 months).  It takes me about a year to feel like myself again after childbirth.  So those two years after my kids were born, though I made the best of them and enjoyed those baby moments, were some of the hardest of my life.

And now here I am, sitting on my couch with my Apple laptop (never thought that would happen), in this house that I own (never thought I’d get one of those on a Movie Composer’s salary), next to my ridiculously sexy husband (love ya, babe) and two kids and two dogs (they’re still alive somehow!!):


And it’s….


I mean, it’s wonderful, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life, but it’s just so different from the “me” I remember from the first 28 years of my life.

Things used to be so much more normal.  More predictable.  More usual.  And now everything is different, and unexpected, and unanswerable, and sometimes speeding by at a million miles an hour.  My friends are having children, my acquaintances are losing children, and my siblings are still acting like children (baha!!! jk, love you all).  The potential for disparity, poverty, and death are so much more real now.

Yet I wouldn’t go back.  Not for one second.  I see my old self, and I love her.  She was sweet, and smart, and more talented than she realized.  The me I see today is the same me from back then – but more aware, more understanding of my deeper self and my emotions, more rooted in reality.  I no longer live with the low self-confidence, the worries about relationships, and the daily personal guilt that I dealt with back then.

So really, in the end….

Sometimes it’s nice to be uncomfortable.


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RealGirls Website Is Up!!

You may have noticed a few changes on the RealGirls blog lately – we’ve got more color!!  We now have a new logo which I believe better exemplifies the mission of RealGirls, and in addition we have officially launched the RealGirls website!

Please visit the website to check out our:

  • About Us – details on our mission and goals
  • Recommended Resources – blogs, websites, and organizations dedicated to female empowerment
  • Online Events – soon to inform you of some classes and workshops coming in the Fall; be sure to bookmark this one!
  • Life Coaching Services – learn about the life coaching services offered for teen, young adults, and women seeking authenticity (specific program details coming soon!)
  • Classes and Webinars – for the cost-conscious, RealGirls will soon be offering in-person classes (in the Denver area) and online webinars for those interested in group coaching

We are so excited about this new step in our progress and hope you’ll celebrate with us by visiting the site and signing up for our Monthly Inspirational Meme below!  Also, be sure to like us on Facebook!

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Falling in Love With Failure

As I sit here eating my dark chocolate bark with quinoa and cranberries, I can’t help but remember the day I met him.  I was quite young and still a bit fearsome of encounters with boys of his kind.  My first glance of this dark stranger was from across the room, and I could tell right away no one liked him much.  He was glowering alone, not necessarily looking for companionship, with the others in the room none too anxious to give it to him.

I was terrified of him on the one hand, but irrevocably intrigued on the other.  Why did everyone dislike him so much?  Was he really so bad?  What adventures might await me in his arms?

I crept closer to get a better look.  I casually stood by the refreshment table near his comfortable but lonely chair, and took the opportunity to see into those mysterious eyes: the fascination of the unknown lay there, deep in his soul, unapologetically next to the fiery twang of disappointment and grief.  Clearly, any journey with this young man would be a frightful one.  So why was I still intrigued?

I could stand it no more and finally asked someone his name.

“That guy over there?  You don’t want to know.  He’s weird.  For some reason things always end badly around him; I’d keep your distance.”

Unsatisfied, I asked yet another peer to tell me more about this rustic newcomer and received the same dismissive excuses over and over.  It appeared that if I wanted to know more, I was going to have to approach him personally.

But I didn’t know how.  I danced around the idea for weeks, catching glimpses of him here and there – at school, the supermarket, in the neighborhood – but never finding the courage to get within even 30 feet of him.  I noticed others would engage him every now and again; the naive ones, who were perhaps unable to sense the danger.  They would flirt with him, spend an afternoon with him, sometimes even see him regularly for a few weeks.  But it would always end eventually.  For whatever reason, the friends would, in the long run, decide to keep their distance, suddenly move out of town, or become one of his mockers, adding to the circulating stories about his “curse”, as they called it.

Perhaps I never would have met him.  Perhaps I never would have fallen in love with him, if he hadn’t pursued me first.  I don’t blame him; I was the only one left he hadn’t met.  I was perhaps the most terrified of him out of anyone I knew, and who doesn’t want to meet someone so obsessed with avoiding them?

He started appearing everywhere, watching me from afar, attempting to approach me when near, and sometimes appearing to just laugh at me in my attempts to get away.  It was game to him, I imagine, but a rather terrifying one for me.  Sometimes I would lay awake at night, fearing he might have the gall to watch me through my window.  I’d lock the doors and the windows tight, check them several times, and keep my border collie in my bed with me just to be safe.  After a while, I even started to avoid leaving the house for fear I might run into him (for it was almost certain to happen, after all).  I only ran the errands that were the most important, stocked up on food to last me days at a time, quit my job… I even tried calling the police once, fearing he was outside my door.  But they knew him too well.

“Oh, he does this to everyone.  You’ve got to embrace it at some point because he won’t go away.”

I let my fear of this man envelope every moment of my life.  Until.  Until one day.  One day, I’d had enough.  Deep inside me there still lay a part of me that was roaring for challenge.  A part that wanted to achieve and become someone great, and my fear of this man was getting in the way of accomplishing my dreams.  I couldn’t let him have a handle on me like this anymore.  I couldn’t continue to hide.

I decided to face him.

I didn’t have a moment to lose.  I knew he wouldn’t be hard to find.  I got dressed, took a confident look in the mirror, and stepped boldly into the sunlight, ready to face my fears.

He was nowhere to be found.  I went to all of the usual places: the grocery store, the gym, my old job….my loyal stalker was nowhere to be found.  Some suggested he had finally moved on, others thought I had imagined the whole thing, and most of them said I was better off without him.  But I knew I couldn’t let go of my obsession with him until I saw him face-to-face.  Until I found out what he was up to.  Until I told him how he had ruined my life.

Weeks went by.  I began to miss him.  My fear of him had been so acute, I had forgotten the vast and deeply intriguing person I saw briefly in his eyes that first day.  I began to long for him again.  To find out what he had to offer.  I wanted to face my demon, but I also wanted to understand my attraction.  What was it about him that made me feel this way?  How could I possibly be so simultaneously terrified and invigorated?

And just when I thought my muse may never be explored, he returned.  So simply and easily.  Just waiting for me on my doorstep when I returned home from work one day.  He sat there casually, no smile on his face but no grimace either.  I could feel his energy like a tractor beam colliding with a force field – drawing me in and pushing me away all in one wonderful moment.

“Where have you been?”, I asked, accusingly.  He looked at me knowingly, barely flinching at the strangeness of the question that began our first-ever conversation.

He smiled. “Around”, he responded.

“But…” I said, beginning to feel exasperated, “you were here.  All the time.  Everywhere.  And then you were just gone.  I don’t understand…” I trailed off as he stood up and walked closer.  My instincts told me to run away, but my feet stayed firmly planted.  I would no longer be a slave to my fears.  I looked him straight in the eye as he sauntered up to me.  He came so close I could feel his breath on my chin.

“Come with me”, he whispered.  He held my hand and lightening shot through my body as if my heart had started pumping for the first time.  He pulled me towards the street and we were off.

We went everywhere together that day.  We showed each other small-town secrets the other didn’t know about, we tried new food, and we boldly walked into situations that terrified us: climbing mountains, making speeches at city hall, swimming in choppy waters during a thunderstorm.  Never had I experienced such anxiety and disappointment.  Nor had I ever experienced such exhilaration and accomplishment.  I could feel my soul growing, my perspective expanding, and my heart strengthening.  It was as if the tiny little seedling of myself that was buried deep within me had finally been nourished and set free.  I was living.

I didn’t want the day to end, but as it always does, the night came.  We eventually made our way back to my house, sopping wet, covered in mud, and grinning ear to ear.  He left me at my door, swept his hand softly across my arm, and walked back out into the darkness of the evening.

“Wait!” I cried.  He stopped for just a brief moment.  “I still don’t know your name!  You are not allowed to leave until I know your name!”.

He turned around hesitantly, as if unsure how to proceed.  Then a look of determination overcame him and he walked back towards me, his eyes locked into mine.  He took me in his arms, ran his fingers through my wet hair, and kissed me.  It was a kiss to last a lifetime.  His cold and off-putting demeanor was absorbed and overtaken by his soft hands, his gentle lips, and the sweet smell of his breath on my neck.

“Failure.” he whispered in my ear.

“…Excuse me?” I inquired.

“Failure,’ he repeated again.  “My name is Failure.”

He rested his forehead briefly against mine, then shattered the moment as he disappeared into the night.

I knew it wasn’t the last time I’d see him.  I would no longer avoid him, fear him, or procrastinate meeting him.  My heart was outstretched to embrace him, and my soul open to all the gifts and successes that came with his pain.

I had fallen in love with him.


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