There seems to be cosmic power in the number three. Triple crown. Triumvirate. The three Rs. And let’s not forget the three pigs, the Three Musketeers (the men AND the candy,) and those bastions of slapstick, the Three Stooges. However, the triple-powered axiom that’s been on my mind the most is “third time’s the charm.” … Continue reading
The last time I blogged, I talked about the cost of my failure to listen to my internal voice. The post got me thinking: Am I that weak-willed? Am I so easily swayed? Well, yes. And no. This exercise in self-examination inspired me to reflect on my life and actions as a whole. The verdict: … Continue reading
I used to hate my guts. Not literally, of course, and not metaphorically in the door-slamming, I’m-never-speaking-to-you-again way of teenagers. I’m talking about my refusal to listen to my gut, to heed my instincts, to trust my intuition or the possibility that I know myself best. Case in point: a recent health event. About a … Continue reading
