Stop Being the Weak Link

It’s often said that we are only as strong as our weakest link. This thinking can be applied to just about any situation from a job, athletic team to those fractured parts of our personality that, when tested, can make us question every move we make. There will always be people who poke at our soft spots but the key to getting by is learning what makes you tick, and then, keep your ass moving forward. No rearview mirrors permitted.

Break it down. Most people are a compilation of insecurities, emotional battle scars, strengths, weaknesses, and egos that crave an occasional boost. Our mishmash of experiences, both good and bad, is what makes each of us an individual. Our perception of those experiences can be the driving force behind how we deal with challenging situations and especially, people. Read more…

Apple: Genius or Zombies?

My name is Stephanie, and I am a gadget junkie. If it blinks, chirps, chimes or requires a password, I want it. I think it’s safe to say that many of us have something that tugs at our wallet/purse strings, and sometimes, our logic. It can be anything from a hobby, collection or in some cases, phones. The Internet has been a flurry of activity regarding the recent iPhone launch so I’ve decided to examine the extreme behaviors of, the ijunkies. Read more…

Learning to Let Go

Be grateful. Stay positive. Smile.

These are a few helpful hints people tend to offer when you disclose that you’re navigating rough waters. I suppose some would say that finding the silver lining in any situation helps alleviate stress, and gets you to the other side. While I believe there is some merit to this school of thought, I also believe that being honest about your feelings, good or bad, can be quite cathartic. Why should we feel pressured to rattle off a list of things we’re grateful for when in fact, we feel like telling the world to go shit in its hat? Perhaps a few folks reading this might perceive me as the poster child for negativity but I assure you, I’m not. I believe in honesty, owning your feelings, learning to laugh, and letting go. Nothing is gained by keeping a tight lid on a boiling pot, so stop stuffing down things that piss you off just to avoid offending the happy police. Read more…

Always Use Protection…

“Laugh at Life. Speak your truth.”~ First line of my Twitter bio, and so far, a crock of shit.

I’ve come to the conclusion that if given the opportunity to choose my spirit animal it would be, a salmon. Those crazy fish that make the treacherous jaunt back to the spot where their fish parents left them as tiny eggs. They battle the elements, swim upstream, lay/fertilize eggs, and die. Yep. One grueling trip that requires so much effort, it ends their life. There are countless species of fish but these are the morons that choose to follow a path that is so exhausting, it kills them. Much about their behavior resonates with me vis-à-vis, how I navigate the waters of my own life. Allow me to explain. Read more…

Blogging From the Heart Writing Tour

I’ve been invited by my friend, PJ LaRue to participate in a blog tour called, Blogging From the Heart. For those of you who are not familiar with PJ or her work, you’ll want to make it a point to visit her sites. PJ’s first collection is a series of children’s books called, The Mystic Princesses. Recently, PJ branched out and published her latest book titled, After “I Do!” A Marriage Map. She is a versatile writer, great friend, and is always willing to offer a thoughtful, and honest opinion. I think she rocks, and you will too. Thanks again to PJ for inviting me along on this tour. Read more…

The Urge to Purge: Managing a Hoarder

I’ve been a bad social media friend. For the last week, my time on Twitter, Facebook, Google+, etc has been extremely limited. Hopefully, after reading this post, you’ll have a better picture of the madness I’ve been dealing with, and you’ll definitely be happy you aren’t me.

I’ve made no secret about the fact that my mother is a hoarder. She keeps everything. Although her house is neat, clean, and organized, there isn’t even enough open space for someone to fart comfortably. And if you tempt fate, and open a closet, you better have a free hand to catch any falling boxes or they’ll land on your head. Believe me, I’m not kidding. Read more…

Finding the Gap

“You must be one of those weird, artistic types”. ~ Stranger behind me in line at the bank

I shared this quote online, and the reactions ran the gamut from: consider it a compliment to suggestions of how I could have offered her a colorful, verbal thrashing. They were all valid, heartfelt responses and I appreciated how quickly people picked up on the absurdity of her unsolicited opinion. However, the thing that caught my attention was how many folks zeroed in on the real issue: we have become a society void of filters. I agree with that opinion but, for me, the bigger issue is, what can we do about it? Read more…

Diet Update From the Not-That-Fat Virgin

I’ve received a few inquiries from people who wanted a progress report regarding my status on the now infamous, Virgin Diet. Approximately four months ago, a friend and I set out on a journey towards better health. I am pleased to report that we are both feeling better, still on track, and have each shed a significant amount of weight. I still cling to a few convenient loopholes, therefore, my friend has lost twice as much weight as I have. However, I am not the one with the mood swings brought on by intense food cravings. I’ll take the slower weight loss and continue to maintain my sanity, courtesy of my weekly pizza binge. She went from wearing jumbo women’s jeans down to regular skinny jeans, and I went from eating most of a large pizza down to a few slices. I’d say that we are both seeing progress but it’s all a matter of perspective. Read more…

Gender Chaos…Sorry, I Am Not a Man

I’m the first to admit that I am not the most feminine gal, however, I certainly don’t think I look like a man. Apparently the rest of society, including my mother, begs to differ. For as long as I can remember, random situations have led to my being mistaken for a man. I’ve taken steps to remedy the problem by growing my hair, using makeup, and wearing more colorful clothing. Still, not a week goes by when I am not treated to the sound of someone asking: Can I help you, sir? The last month has been particularly frustrating because it seems to be happening more frequently, and people appear genuinely shocked/confused when they discover that this guy is in fact, a gal. Allow me to explain.
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Letter to My 17-Year-Old Self

Dear Blockhead,

You’re a senior in high school, and just a few weeks away from graduation. You still don’t have a clue about what to do next so you might want get moving on those college applications. Do you really plan to spend the rest of your life working the drive-up window at a bank? You can’t stand that job but even worse, your mother works at the same branch. Remind me why you’re there? That’s right, your parents decided it was an ideal introduction to the workforce so you went along with the plan. Heaven forbid you should speak your mind, get an age-appropriate job or think for yourself. By the way, how’s that business attire you borrowed from your mother working out? Read more…