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  • Tammy Arlene

When we take care of ourselves, are we being selfish? As women, we are stereotypically caregivers. What happens when the well of nurturing runs dry? We become exhausted, sick, bitter and overall feel taken for granted. Sometimes when we take time out to care for ourselves, we are considered selfish. Ignore that!

The worn-out phrase of putting the oxygen on yourself before placing the mask on a child may be a tired one, however, it holds true. If we do not keep our well of caring well stocked, we will find ourselves unhappy and unhealthy.

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  • Tammy Arlene

I've found that when I am positive and happy, I run into positive and happy people. The opposite is true as well. I know, we have all been overwhelmed by the "law of attraction" phenomenon, I am here to tell you it is real!

If I wake up in the morning and think that the day will be terrible, then it will. I'll stub my toe, drop the shampoo in the shower and break the bottle open, spill my coffee, burn my toast . . . you get the picture. And to top it off, I will run into the most annoying people all day long.

On the other hand, if I wake up knowing that the day is going to be great - rather DECIDING that the day will be great - then it will. That stubbed toe will not bother me so much. Or it may not even happen. If I drop the shampoo and it runs down the drain, that is good because I can get a new bottle of some new brand I wanted to try.

It sounds so simple, and it is. But is it easy? No. We are programmed by media and our surroundings to look at negative. I am not talking about being overly phony or Pollyannaish, but hey - if that works for you, go for it! I am making the change. Who is with me?

I am starting by keeping a gratitude journal. Every evening, before turning out my bedside lamp, I will write down everything good that I remember happening in the day. Every morning, after reading a passage in my bible, I will read over my previous night's journal before getting out of bed.

Who is with me? Let's test this out. Starting tonight. Starting now.

Comment or message me and let me know how it goes!

  • Tammy Arlene

Although I am closer to 50 than 40, I always knew I wanted to write. I look at this moment as a Senior in High School, in 1989, as confirmation that I could put words together that others may actually enjoy reading!

I graduated High School shortly after winning this certificate, I had my whole life ahead of me. Instead of writing or going to college, I joined the Marine Corps. I figured I had plenty of time to do everything I ever wanted to do. Life got busy after that, time flew by and I didn't follow my dream. Yes, I wrote little snippets here and there. I hand wrote poems that I tore up and threw away. I started stories, wrote out plot ideas, even wrote 10,000 + words on a handful of novel ideas. Some were good. Some I kept, some are long gone. Maybe a few of these will come back to life someday.

Life got busy and years started flying by. I created a mess for myself and was trying hard to keep it all together. The dream of writing was like a small ember that I kept glowing, but I didn't do anything substantial to fan the flame. Survival as a single mom was my main focus.

Fast forward to January 2015. I faced death (that's a story for another morning) and realized that I may not have a long life ahead of me. I realized that I hadn't followed my heart and done the one thing that would fulfill me. I may never find out if I could make it as an author. Lying in that hospital bed, facing a Whipple surgery, my outcome did not look good. I could see it on the nurse's faces as they lovingly cared for me. I did not know if I would ever discover my true calling. I was afraid. I prayed to God to save me so I could write. I begged.

Obviously, I woke up. Here I am. Except, invincible (or so I thought) I jumped back into my career in sales. I excelled for two years, despite being hospitalized and in critical condition multiple times. I have a room full of sales awards and trophies to prove exactly how invincible I was! Every time I woke up in ICU, I felt like I could handle anything. I had my whole life ahead of me, and all the time in the world. Moving forward to 2017 - the ICU became a very familiar place. The trauma nurses at the local emergency room now know me by sight. In September 2017, I was hospitalized twice. I remember looking up from the gurney (not remembering exactly how I got there) and there were at least 10 people hovering around me, all talking, shouting orders. Strange machines were whirring, rapid transfusion going in my vein, IV's and wires were all over the place. Questions were asked, and so much talking was going on that I panicked. I was floating, my clothes were being removed and I was put in a gown. It was like a dream. Not a good one.

I realized at that moment that I needed to make a change. Two hospitalizations later, (did I mention I am stubborn?) here I am. I am ready. And here I go! Timer set. This novel isn't going to write itself!


Do you need to make a change? Is there a dream you have neglected? Do you want to chat? Comments are welcome, and if you want me to privately pray for you, you can always email me!

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