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When Nobody Did It… and I Was Nobody

  “There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job. Everybody thought that Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.” — Charles R. Swindoll At first glance, this sounds like a grammar puzzle. But read it again - it’s your office, your home, your community, and maybe even your own life. This quote is the anthem of procrastination, assumption, and the universal shrug of “not my problem.” The Everyday Reality At Work: A deadline looms. The task is “on the team.” Everyone assumes someone else will take the lead. The result? Missed deadlines, awkward meetings, and finger-pointing that could power a wind turbine. At Home: The trash overflows. Everyone walks past it thinking, “Someone will take it out.” Spoiler ...

Tried It Tuesday: The Day I Fought for My Life Against the Perfect Ab Crunch Device

Today the motto for my Flab-YOU-Less Forks group was “Try-It-Tuesday”. You know, try to put the clothes away, try for 200 more steps, try for more water…in no way did I mean for me to try my own life! Let me set the scene: It’s Tuesday. The sun is shining, birds are chirping, and I’m over here plotting my own demise with a piece of fitness equipment that looks innocent but is clearly designed by someone who absolutely hates joy and is definitely into pain #seekhelp We used to have that Huge Abs by Tony contraption - you know, the one that promised abs of steel but only worked one sad little set of muscles? Cute idea, but as a fluffy girl, I need versatility. I need something that says, “We’re in this together, sis.”  Enter: The Perfect Fitness Ab Crunch Device. Damian, my future husband and part-time personal trainer (read: instigator), retrieves this thing from the back porch like it’s a sacred artifact. He washes it, lets it dry in the wind like it’s meditating before batt...

Unfiltered & Unafraid: The Power of Vulnerability in Healing

Core Definition of Vulnerability is the state of being open to harm, damage, or attack—physically, emotionally, or psychologically. It’s the condition of being exposed or susceptible. In Emotional and Psychological Terms Vulnerability often refers to the willingness to show up and be seen , even when there’s no guarantee of the outcome. It’s about embracing uncertainty, risk, and emotional exposure. Brené Brown , a leading voice on this topic, defines vulnerability as “uncertainty, risk, and emotional exposure.” She also emphasizes that vulnerability is not weakness , but rather the birthplace of courage, creativity, and connection. What It Looks Like Emotional vulnerability is when you: ·        Admit you're scared, uncertain, or hurting. ·        Share your feelings without knowing how they’ll be received. ·        Let go of control and allow others to see your imperfections. ·   ...

Saturday Soulshine: A Little Slice of My Life

November 1, 2025 Today was one of those days that just felt good from the moment it began. I woke up around 5:15 a.m. for a quick potty break (because, well, bladder), then promptly snuggled back under the covers like a burrito in a blanket. Rolled out of bed at 8:55 — yes, me, almost 9 a.m. 😬 — and the first thing I did was thank the Lord for another day. Then I shuffled to the kitchen for my morning cup of coffee, because priorities. Outside, the world was already stretching its limbs. The neighbors were up, the farm animals were making their usual morning announcements, and the sun was showing off in the sky like it had something to prove. The air was crisp, the breeze was playful, and everything felt like a postcard from a simpler time. Screens, Soap, and Soulful Chores Eventually, Damian emerged from his slumber, and we had one of those easy, cozy morning chats. He asked what was on the agenda, and I told him I wanted to tackle the master bathroom — if he could whip up a couple o...