Thinking back on my New Year’s Eve festivities, I remember being with a small gathering of friends, watching the countdown expecting to be overcome with infinite joy and excitement in anticipation of a new year. There I was, holding my glass, the numbers steadily rolling backwards…10-9-8-7, waiting for that big moment, 6-5-4-3, … and then, finally 2-1… when 2019 rang in. But instead of shouting the obligatory “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” I froze cold –suffering a brief moment of paralyzing panic. Like shortness of breath, light flashing before my eyes, sweaty underboob kinda panic.
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Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens really were some of my favorite things in childhood as I was sold on the persona of fairytales and Cinderella by my daddy. He was a MAGman from the beginning and I was his little grrrl. He would sit in his chair and read me wonderful stories filled with hope and possibility… I believed every word. Little did I know how much reprograming it would cause later in life… but back then… he planted the seeds of value.
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They say behind every good man, there’s a good woman. Well, I say she’s more than a good woman – she’s a MAG. She connects the dots and makes things happen. In an ideal world, her children love her and her husband calls her blessed. Then, there’s reality – her children are clueless about what she does for them, and her husband only calls to ask what’s for dinner.
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The art of reinvention is one of the fundamental keys to life.
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I’ve seen a lot in my lifetime, and I hope to see a great deal more. But, what I never thought I’d see is my parents weaken. Of course, I expected to see them age and slow down, but just not weaken as they got older. To even say a derivative of the word weak, in reference to my mom and dad, doesn’t sound right. I grew up an only child who enjoyed talking, dining, watching TV, playing cards and vacationing with my parents. They were curious, outgoing, and fearless during my formative years.
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