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Being A Fraud, Not Good Enough, and a $7 Bottle of Water - Have you ever felt like a fraud, even though you've achieved great things? You are sitting at some luncheon with other people, and you think, “What if they ask about ____?  You fill in the blank.  If so, you're not alone. Imposter syndrome is a common phenomenon where people doubt their abilities and feel like they're not good enough. Believe me, I have been there and still struggle...

Happy Summer! Sometimes, when I see someone’s ever-so perfectly curated-filtered Instagram posts and stories I am disheartened. Well, all the time if I am being honest. I want to tap on the glass and say, “will the real you please stand up?”  I wonder if they are depressed, insecure, or if they are aware of the “humblebrag” of the post. 

Does this post look familiar? Poor Danny Trejo! The post is not inspirational, instead, it becomes a “whoa! look at me!”  I look at the post, I think, “Is that for real? Or “what message are they trying to say?”  But then, clickbait happens. I hit the rest of the button, and see a perfect “Instagrid” with beautiful filters smiles, stars, duckfaces, skins, glows, and poses. I’m sucked in. 

100 years from now our great-great-grandchildren are going to find our pictures and posts. They will wonder why we have dog ears and mouths on all our...

They say learn something new every day. As I grow older, I questioned this, but recently, I did learn something new. Here is a “funny” story to prove my point.

 My husband & I enjoy a large flower bouquet on our kitchen counter. It doesn’t start out as large. Marty buys a small bunch of flowers at the market Saturday mornings during his weekly grocery shopping. He comes home, and I compost the dead or dried out flowers from the bouquet, clip the old stems, freshen them a bit, change out the water, and then add the new flowers to the vase. The bouquet is really lovely to look at, and it is one of the small niceties that we enjoyed during the pandemic. 

Marty returned to his office a while ago, and I began to delight in the peace and solitude of not having an “office mate.” He arrives home in the evening and we meet in the kitchen to cook dinner together. We really enjoy each other’s company and relax talking about the day while...