Plethora of Everything

    One of my little sisters recently moved to Nashville, TN., and, she's not happy with her managers or co-workers at her job there.     "They're rude. They don't even try to be friendly," she texted one afternoon.  My sister Maria Dealing with not-so-easy-to-deal-with-bosses can be a struggle for anyone...  but I can only imagine emotions are multiplied when you're new to a city, know no one, and are only 21 years old... as is the case with my sister.     "I've dealt with boss issues too Maria. I discovered some techniques that helped me; I'll share soon!" I texted back.     So, here you go Maria, and anyone that's plagued with a burdensome boss .     I admire my husband so much. He's not someone that wants to 'run the show.' He doesn't feel a need to supervise . This is part of what makes him an exceptional worker- he has never had conflict with anyone on the management team at his company.     He e...

    When we moved to my hometown of Louisville, Ky. from Miami Beach, Fl     Everything was slightly blurred. And it wasn't because we went from from living in a tropical, warm, colorful oasis to a place that was dreary, overcast  and still in the dead of winter even though we got her in March (2014).      It was new life that had our lives in a confusing, love-filled haze-  we were new parents.     Our son was 6 weeks old when we moved here... for the undeniable benefits of family support and more stable job opportunities for my husband.       "Jess, you know your aunt Lisa has an old RAV sitting in their driveway and she said she'd like to give it to you," my Dad mentioned one afternoon shortly after we had moved to Louisville.     "Why?" I asked, "I don't expect anyone to give me a car Dad. Besides, I have my own car. I don't think I'd even feel comfortable accepting that." ...

Feeling happy , safe and secure is my birthright; as it is for all.  I am worthy of success. I am worthy of love.  The more I receive, the more I'm able to give. I welcome happiness, confidence, love and fortune into my life... into my aura. I am comfortable with success and goodness. 

    It Takes Time    I've written here and there and a little bit of everywhere... everywhere but here , on my blog . I write in notebooks, on scrap paper, but to turn those scribbles into type and tap the word "publish" requires effort and time.     Before early Dec I'd blog when Sam (my two year old) was napping or after he'd gone to bed.     That has changed- something else is occupying my time and forcing me to stare at the computer screen... Etsy . Boring? -To you, maybe. Addictive? -To me, yes, slightly.     But it has to be addictive in order to work . And Dedication         Any new business has to be like a drug you must do daily. You've got to get that fix .     You've got to work it or it won't work. And, oftentimes, even when you are addicted, even when you do work it... it still doesn't work! Then you meagerly remove your entrepreneurial cap for several months, maybe even years,...

    Initially written in 2013, edited, 2017       Today my manager returned to work from the monthly ASPCA meeting; my position as Adoption Counselor is an ASPCA-funded one.     "How'd the meeting go?" I asked as we passed in the hall; we were both busy.     "Great! They love you. They're so happy with your work, everything's great," he said, smiling all the while.     Eventually I caught a moment to pop in my manager's office to chat in greater detail.     He went on about how impressed they were with the foster program, our numbers and... they even wanted him to go to a conference in September to talk about the program!     "Great, that's great," I murmured, with as much fake enthusiasm as possible. "And did you tell them what I'm doing, about my part in all of this?" I asked.      "Oh yeah. All your numbers are here," he gestured to a thick binder. "This is all thanks to you Jess...