Mostly true stuff…

If your tea tastes like the jungle – it’s probably good for you.

If social time with your partner often involves wine – maybe you just don’t have that much in common.

Many moms secretly wear PJ’s when driving kids to school. In fact, most Hit & Runs are just women fearful of being outed.

Eating a Lemon Bavarian Cream Cake in one sitting is not a good idea.

Real Love is:
The stuff that happens on a daily basis at work and play. Supporting dreams. Knowing another’s true soul. No facades. The physical, hands-on ‘being there’. Helping us work through our darkest lows. Laughing at our oddities. Never admonishing us for being silly, or saying something inappropriate. Making the effort to be there for our milestones.

Real Love is not:
Based on Money, Dependency, Appearances, Security.

The streets at 4:00 a.m. are not as pretty as they are at 4:00 p.m.

The work you choose tells a lot about who you are.

Rocker, Ron Wood, is out of control. (Hint: When Keith Richards tells you you’re partying too much.
You’re partying too much).

The world is filled with people who had dreams…then settled.
Never settle.

Film footage of kids playing hockey to a footstompin’ Acadian fiddle tune have the power to induce watery eyes.

The beauty of solitary nature and opens spaces – respite – silence – trees for miles – are things I’m forever thankful for.

Just because you can spell – doesn’t mean you’re a writer.

That Polar Bear Swim is frickin’ cold.
And, stupid.

I am stupid.

If my friend’s dog had a New Year’s Resolution, it might be: “I will NOT chase the stick unless I actually SEE it leave his hand.”
(Arf).

Happy New Year.

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