The Best Laid Plans

I had a lot of plans for this week. Most had to do with preparing for the arrival of 2011. I was going to do some reflecting back inspired by the crew at reverb10. In fact in my last newsletter I invited my readers to stop by this week for a special retrospective on my year in blogs.

I was also going to spend some time looking forward to what I wanted 2011 to look like. I was going to write. A lot.

But none of it happened. I got thrown a curve ball.

It started late on Christmas Day with a scratchy throat. By Sunday, the day of the big blizzard of 2010 in NYC it was officially sore and joined by feverish flu like symptoms.  Somewhere along the line my ear started to ache and my sinuses got infected. I was down for the count.

There was no writing getting done. There wasn't even reading. With nothing left in my DVR cue to watch I was relegated to actually watch commercials! Until I remembered that I had the entire third season of InTreatment on HBO OnDemand to get lost in. Maybe that was what created the migraine.

I can't remember the last time I was home sick, this sick. In my corporate days, I harbored at least one sinus/bronchial type infection a season. More so when I traveled as part of my job. Then it seemed all I needed to do to pick something up was step inside a plane and breathe in the germs.

But here I was, just one week after I was remarking that I don't really get sick anymore since I left Corporate America finding that getting up to go from the couch to the bed to be  a test of Olympic strength.

My plans, that long list of all I wished to accomplish this week suddenly seemed inconsequential. Turning out a few good blogs, finishing up my book proposal, looking back, looking forward seemed secondary to feeling healthy again.

In the delirium of my fever, thoughts and ideas raced around my head in a blur of light and color like Times Square at rush hour. And it kept going back to the wellness thing again.

My cousin Joanne (Yes, we have the same name. There is a shortage of names to go around in any good Greek family) has always been the one to remind me that when you have your health you have everything.  But strangely we all seem to forget that when caught up in our normal routine. We take it for granted as we do so many of the really important things in life until we get thrown a curve ball.

I'm lucky. My curve ball had a shelf life that was waiting for the fever to pass.

Maybe my body needed the break before 2011 starts. Maybe I needed the reminder that sometimes just because we plan for something doesn't mean we are going to do it or have to do it. Maybe there is a better plan and that includes not starting day one of 2011 with my plan firmly in tact. In any event my best wishes to you all for a joyous, abundant and very healthy New Year!

What do you do when you get thrown a curve ball?
Do you have your plan for 2011?

Naughty or Nice

Have you been naughty or nice this year?

As kids my parents used this ploy for the entire month of December. Santa would know our behavior.  He saw what no one else did. We might be able to lie to the rest of the world or at least our parents, but Santa knew. He was our conscience. He was an omnipresent figure much in the way we were taught God was, except Santa dressed in red and white suits and always seemed to be smiling and God  preferred long flowing robes with a much more serious look on his face.

But they both did have a thing for soft white beards. And they both seemed obsessed with our behavior.

Our  truth as far as Santa was concerned would be evidenced in what lay under the tree on Christmas morning. As for God, well we had an entire lifetime instead of just the month of December to get things right.

The bro and I, intent on being nice enough for Santa

For me the gig was up the Christmas Eve I spotted my father from my bedroom window loaded down with wrapped gifts that had been stored in the garage behind the apartments we lived in.

I had been on to something for a while and now I had my proof !  I could be naughty or nice and "Santa" was still going to show up. But I kept my secret quiet for a while longer. Besides, my little brother, never as suspicious as I, still thought Santa was real. My young self thought he deserved to believe a little longer.

While I felt rather pleased  that I had been right about this Santa thing being a hoax I was a little disappointed to discover my magical figure did not really exist. I liked the idea of magic. I wanted to believe in magic. Being told I needed to be 'nice' to get my reward made being 'naughty' that much more delicious.

But this was my first smack in my young head that maybe magic was not real. Maybe believing in something you couldn't see was to be reserved for young, innocent and unworldly minds. If I was going to grow up and succeed in the world I'd have to start "getting a grip" on what was "real" and what was not. I had to dismiss this idea of magic. Maybe being "nice" was not going to get me anywhere. And then it brought up the other question, if Santa was not real, did the same thing hold true for that other unseen personage, God?

I spent a lot of years not really believing, demanding proof for all I saw and wanted. I wanted concrete examples of how things were going to happen. I wanted to know the steps I needed to take. I had to get serious, never mind "naughty or nice".  I was so intent on the 'truth' that I often failed to see when the magic did show up.

I don't know the time or place I switched back, but I did. I started to believe again. In Santa Claus and in a power greater than myself. And when I did I started to notice the miracles that I could create, simply by believing and trusting in something or someone more powerful than me. Miraculously, it seemed being a little "naughty" did not have any bearing on what showed up. In fact, sometimes  a little mischievous fun  was exactly what was needed to create the magic.

So yes, this year I've been a little of both, naughty and nice.  How about you?



Have you been naughty or nice?
Do you still believe?
Have you created some magic this season?

More On Evolving

Yesterday I write about my one word for the year. I decide it is evolving. I also decide it will be my word for 2011. Today I get this quote in my email from  Abraham-Hicks  on "evolving."


"You can be fully satisfied with where you are, understanding that you're eternally evolving. When you get into that place of feeling appreciation of where you are and of who you are, and appreciation of what you are, and you accept that you are a never-ending, always unfolding Being, then you can stand in that delicate balance of being optimistic about what is to come, without being unhappy about where you stand. Find a way of eagerly anticipating future changes, while at the same time you are in love and satisfied with who, what, where and how you be. "
--- Abraham

Excerpted from the workshop in Atlanta, GA on Saturday, November 4th, 2000


After reading this, I liked my word even more!

What's your word for 2010?
What would you like your word to be for 2011?
If you haven't told me yet, please post!




PS. I'm also over at Endless Beauty today. Check out my article on Community!
    
And if you're interested in evolving your life in 2011 and need an assist, send me an email with  for more information on my coaching programs or give the gift of coaching to someone who does!

The Year In One Word

If you are like me you are at about that time in the month of December when you cannot wait for the holiday season to be over and January 1 to arrive.  You are in that place of too much. Too much to do, too much to eat, too much to drink. You are looking forward to turning a fresh page in the calendar on a brand new year to see what you can create.

Now I am not about to suggest making a list of resolutions. I don’t believe in resolutions. I don’t even like the sound of the word. A resolution is a decision to do something or not to do something. There is nothing in the word that implies creation or desire or intention. It sounds more like a list of rules just waiting to be broken.

But I do believe January is about setting intentions. What do you want your year to look like? What would you like to create? And I do believe that one of the more productive things you can do in these waning days of 2010 amidst all the gift buying and holiday preparations is to take a look back at what the year was like for you so you can determine where you want to go next.

What was the year really like ?
Of course, when I do that the first thing that happens is my memory fails me and my mind draws a blank.  What was the year really like ? Did I accomplish anything ? Who was in it ? What were my highlights ?


I stumbled upon this project. Reverb#10.  The creators have been issuing a writing prompt each day of December in an effort to do just this. Look back so you can manifest forward. Just what I needed. A little push to help me along.


I found it on December 5. Not one to start anything in the middle I went back to December 1. The prompt was to encapsulate 2010 in one word.


One Word ?
I am not a one-word person. I write phrases and sentences to describe. Sometimes paragraphs and pages. I couldn’t think of one word. I was stuck on Day 1 on Day 5. But I kept reading the daily prompts and wrote nothing. Especially my one word.


I decided to revisit my blogs from 2010. That would help me to find my one word for sure.  But what I kept discovering as I read the next series of prompts was that I had written whole blogs on those topics. That I had indeed accomplished a lot in 2010. I had ridden a rollercoaster of my own choosing, living, laughing and loving through the ups and downs.


Evolving
Then my word came to me. My one word. Evolving. My work, my life, the people in it. Evolving. Developing. Progressing. Advancing. Growing . Expanding. Changing. Transforming.


2011
The second part of that prompt is to choose one word that you would like to describe 2011. Since my life continues to be a work in progress, I choose the same word.
Evolving. 




What one word encapsulates 2010 for you?
What one word would you like to describe 2011?

Baking The Bread

Today I am baking the bread. The recipe I got from my mother who got from what her sister had pieced together from their mother’s recipe. The recipe had never been written down but brought with my grandmother when she came to this country from Greece over a century ago. And I imagine this same recipe has been in my family for generations.

This is the fourth time I have baked this bread. The first was a feeble attempt that resulted in loaves that would better serve as door stops than sweet bread to eat on New Year’s morning. It turned out that while my mother did have a written recipe, it didn’t include every step. Much of it remained in her head ready to draw on when needed.

The second year I baked it with my mother. I took my lap top with me and this time, wrote my own version of the recipe, with all those missing pieces. It wasn’t easy getting it all out of her but I managed. That year the bread was a success.

Last year was the first time I succeeded on my own. The bread was delicious even if not the perfect round that my mother’s has always been. But Mom approved, deciding it looked like a bird.

The Bird Bread. December 2009

There were still several calls to my mother, some necessary and some just because I wanted her to feel involved in the process.

See Mom has always been the baker. Not me. I prefer to cook, sometimes elaborate meals, always the kind where you needn’t be so exact with measurements as you must be in baking. But Mom stopped baking the bread four years ago. It was too much for her. Her knees don’t allow her to stand up for that long and her arthritis gets in the way of the kneading.

You see this recipe does not use any modern baking machines. The kneading is by hand, for a full twenty minutes, according to Mom’s directions. There are three risings and so it requires a full day in a warm house that is quiet and full of love.

Love, in addition to a secret Greek spice called mahlepi, I found out the year I took my own notes is the secret ingredient.

Which is probably why I get so emotional when I make this bread. I feel as if I am standing in the kitchen not just with me, but with my mother and all the generations of women in my family who came before me. I never knew my grandmother Marika. She died long before I was borne. Yet this morning as I marveled at how well the yeast had doubled and pressed my fists into the dough I was sure I could feel her smiling next to me. 

My mother told me yesterday how proud she was that I was continuing this tradition. I told her I did it for her. With great love.




Are there family traditions you continue each year?
Are you a baker or a cook or both?

Missing the Bus

Sunday I went to go and catch the cross town bus. A half block away I spotted the M66. It was at the stop, doors shut waiting at a red light. I started to pick up speed, considered darting in front of the uptown traffic to make a run for it, but within the seconds the light changed and the bus sped away. I was too late. And now I had the decision to make.

Did I wait for the next bus or did I go to Plan B?

Plan B included walking, of which there was really not enough time to meet my lunch date . The other option was taking a taxi, which I am not as cavalier about spending the money on as I once was. I looked at my watch. There was still enough time to make my appointment without being late even if I had to wait a full ten minutes.

In theory a NYC bus is supposed to show up every ten minutes. But if you live here, you know that is not how things generally work. Most of them travel in packs of two and three as though they are afraid to travel the city streets alone. That  "schedule" that is printed out is more a theory than a practice. Especially on a Sunday. The question was what did I do today?

I like to live as if everything has a reason. So I pondered my philosophy as the clouds loomed heavy in the sky, ready for another downpour. What if that just wasn't my bus? What if I was supposed to be waiting for the next one for a reason only the Universe had an answer to?

That might sound a little too hokey for a lot of you, but when faced with bumps in the road it is a much easier way to travel through life.

As I tried to relax into that idea, I had a vision of my former corporate self. She would have jumped right into the next taxi. She would have been angry at herself that she had answered that last email unnecessarily before leaving the house. Had she not, she would have made that bus. She would start to panic that she might be late as if being late were a federal crime. She would have been filled with so much anxiety that had she decided to wait for that bus, she would wonder if her bus was ever going to show up. And when it did, twenty five minutes later, she would not even be able to  experience one iota of joy that it was finally there.

But she, as it turns out, no longer exists. She decided she had just gotten an idea for a blog. She made some notes in her Voice Memo app and she smiled as the bus pulled up, less than six minutes later. Plus, she got a seat.


What do you do when you "miss your bus"?
Do you wait and regroup and rest it is on it's way?
Or do you immediately jump into Plan B?

Plan A or Plan B

A lot of people will tell you to have a Plan B. As soon as something isn't working out, the advice is to consider Plan B.  A few years ago I would have told you the same thing. In fact I still will.

Have a Plan B.

Know what you would do if money was not an issue, if there were no how is that ever going to happen infiltrating your brain, if all of your "handcuffs" disappeared into the ether and you could just go for it. I encourage you to know what that looks like.

But what I also want you to consider is what if your Plan B turns out to be your original Plan A?  What if Plan A is not the plan you are living, but the one  that you never got to act on? The one you've been calling Plan B?

For too many of us Plan B is the one that was always there whether we chose to recognize it or not. It's been lingering somewhere in the recesses of our imagination. It's the one that we were too afraid to say aloud because it seemed too impossible to achieve. Or the one that we were told was no way to earn a living. The one that our young self was determined to go for despite all  the odds until something sidetracked us towards a path that seemed more sensible or more stable or more easily achievable.

What if the whole time you've been strategizing Plan B you discovered your  Plan B is the one you've been living and Plan A was the one you never got to try?

What if it turned out there were no Plan As or Plan Bs there were just choices you made and paths you took?

What would you do then?




Do you believe in having a Plan B?
Are you living Plan A or Plan B?

Embrace The Nausea

I gave one of my clients a homework assignment yesterday. I watched the somewhat pained look on her face as she scribbled it into her laptop  and I smiled.  I knew I had done my job.  I asked her if it had made her nauseous. Her answer was yes. I told her that was a good thing.

Huh?
Yes, a good thing.

Nausea is a sign we are on to something. We avoid the feeling. The queasiness in our stomach, the spinning behind our eyes. When we feel it, our tendency is to step away. No make that run away. Far and fast. We no likey rough seas.

But I say no. I say step towards it. Open your arms to it. Embrace it.

If you're not nauseous you are treading water. A calm sea is pleasant and relaxing but there is not much movement. If you want to shake things up, if you want to step into whatever is next for you, personally or professionally, things are going to get rocky.  The waves are going to hit and if you are like me and prone to seasickness you are bound to get nauseous.

I admit to being nauseous at least twice a day. I get a little nauseous every time I hit publish on a blog.  But it's part of the journey I signed up for.  That's why I say that change is not for the faint of heart.

If you're not the least bit nauseous chances are you are not growing. You may be OK like that,  basking in the sun on a slow moving raft and throwing an occasional pebble in the water to create some movement.

But if you're not, if you want a real ride, with bumps and turns and challenges, the kind that gets you someplace new and different, someplace that you've been longing to go,  expect nausea. Embrace it. Learn to see it as a good thing. A sign that you are on to something and it's most likely something really great.


Do you experience nausea when you are challenging yourself?
Do you embrace it or do you run from it?
Does the thought of nausea make you nauseous?

Holiday Gift Guide

If you're like me you like receiving gifts. And if you're really like me, you also like giving them. Especially when you come upon something a little different, clever, or creative. Something that really suits that person or that they would not necessarily think to get themselves. Something that does not say mass produced.

Here are a few of my off the beaten track ideas for gift giving,
all created by entrepreneurs !

The Gift of Giving Back
Check out the store over at the Flawless Foundation!
 "Flawless takes a stand for more humane, compassionate care for children and adolescents who live with mental health and neurodevelopmental challenges."
A percentage of all purchases will benefit this wonderful organization founded by Janine Francolini. You can choose from a custom designed Flawless necklace and a variety of beautiful handloom scarves.

The Gift of Intuitive Healing
This is perfect anytime of the year, but even more so during the holiday season when chaos abounds and your heads seems disconnected from your body. A healing session with Laura Wood is truly like a visit to the spa for your spirit! In fact this is one gift  you might want to give yourself!

The Gift of Thoughtfulness
Wendy Knox, like me is a corporate expatriate reinventing her life. In fact when I first found her site I read her story and it sounded remarkably like mine. Now among other things, she designs these gorgeous OhMyGoddess! Cards, appropriate for a variety of occasions, gift boxed and ready to give the goddess in your life. As an extra benefit, a portion of the proceeds will go to writegirl.org, a non-profit that empowers high school girls through mentorship and self-expression.

The Gift of a Good Read
Yes, I consider an author an entrepreneur. And books make great gifts. Clever authors like Claire Cook will even send you a signed book plate to make your gift a little extra special. (note to self: I will be using that idea when my books go to press!) Check out my bookshelf at Goodreads for more ideas on great reads!

The Gift of Burlesque
My good friend, long time entrepreneur and owner of Brazil Bronze Glow Bar tanning salons, Sally Blenkey-Tchassov's  latest creation is Burlesque Bikini Boot Camp which incorporates "aerobics, strength training, ballet and yoga with the burlesque art of the tease " for a fun and very sexy workout. Gift one session or a packet of five or join the fun at the Naughty to be Nice Party this Tuesday in NYC benefiting the House of Loveness.

The Gift of Jewelry
If the recipient of your gift is like me and covets jewelry that is unique and elegant, check out Linda Stryker Jewelry. And if you are feeling really generous, give the gift of a gift certificate for a custom designed piece that Linda will create to the gift receiver's specifications.

The Gift of Coaching
Yes, I am wrapping up this gift list with a little self promotion. I'm offering a special ninety minute coaching session with follow up. This is the perfect gift for that person is your life who is ready to get serious about shaking things up and seeing what they can create next. There is not a better way to start the year than with a little introspection on how to get it off to a good start! This is another of those great gifts you can even give yourself!

Happy Holidays!

The Myth of the Handcuffs: A Story

"What else am I going to do?" 

There was a time you never asked that question. But that was before, when things were different. It was another century when you thought they cared about you and about what you might contribute to the organization. When you believed. Before it became clear that it was only about the money, how much and how fast it could hit the ledger. .


"What choice do I have, do any of us have?" 
You try to move your hands but they are locked behind your back. You shift your body. The handcuffs hurt today, more than most days.  It seems the more you twist the deeper they dig into your wrists.

"There is no other choice."
Everyone around you agrees. There is no other option. Not for any of them.

"Besides, how can you possibly leave all this?"
There is too much at stake. Money. Benefits. Retirement.


"At least we're all in this together."
Those handcuffs are not yours alone. Everyone else seems to have a pair pressing against their wrists. They come in a variety of colors, some tighter and larger than others. But you're all locked together, each at your respective desks, all convinced you have no other options. You laugh and make jokes and rationalize that this is just the way things are.  Because really, what is the other option? You can't really get out, can you?

"But there must be a way."
In the back of your mind you are sure there has to be a key around here someplace. But where? And who holds it?

"They've got the key. They've got the power."
You hear that so much you start to believe it. You are just a cog in the wheel. "They" are the only ones who can change this. But that can't be right. Can it? This is America.

"There has to be something else I can do !"
You're getting stiff in this chair. You start to struggle. You're trying to get the feeling back in your hands.  You look around for the damn key. You wiggle your fingers.  You feel a button. You press your thumb against it. You push and the cuff on your right hand releases. There wasn't a key after all!  You weren't locked in. Not really. Your wrists are sore and the cuffs have made a mark. But you've escaped!

"But what are you going to do now?"
The voice in the chair next to you, their arms still stretched around the chair's back, not moving, sounds worried.

"I'm not exactly sure. But I've been thinking alot. I have some ideas."
An energy floods your body that you have not felt in such a long time. Excitement. Anticipation. Possibility.

"Ideas? But isn't this safer?"


"Maybe. I guess it's how you define safe."


Your workmates looks confused. They have never seen this side of you before.

"You know, you're not really locked in either. I can show you where the release button is."


"No, no. Mine are different. There is no way out for me." 
Their heads shake, convinced they are right and you are wrong.


You understand. You wanted to believe that too, for a long time. It was easier that way.






Are you handcuffed to your job?
Do you believe you have options?
Is it scarier for you to stay or to try something new?

Shoe Shopping & A Lesson In Manifestation

Nothing can update a wardrobe like the right shoes. I was in search of a new pair that would update some of my former work dresses and make them look less corporate and more fun.  I had a shoe in my head that would fit this picture. The only problem was I couldn't seem to find the shoe.

Everything I found was either not comfortable enough or so comfortable they looked like they should be paired with yoga pants. There were heels that were too flat, which I have discovered over time hurt my feet as much as those that stand me at six feet tall. I tried the discount stores and the high end stores. I couldn't even find a pair that matched my vision of smart, stylish, a little sexy and able to walk in that were too expensive for my budget. And trust me, I was nearing the point were I might be tempted to pull out my credit card for just such an item and not care.

But I held out. I reminded myself that I had been here before and I was a lucky shopper. I always find what I want. Sometimes it happens quickly and sometimes it requires patience.

Which is how I found myself at the Theory sample sale last week. No they were not selling shoes. But standing next to me in the open space that passes for a dressing room at these sample sales was a woman with really great shoes. In fact they were almost exactly what I wanted. If the heel was just a tad lower they would be perfect. I kept looking at the shoes. I complimented them. She looked up momentarily from her Blackberry to thank me.

But I couldn't stop looking.  As I stood half naked trying on a khaki green shirt I asked her where she got them. Another pause, this time from the Blackberry and her conversation with her girlfriend, and she proceeded to give me the name of the company, tell me they had a new store on Bond Street and a website. And oh, they came in a version with a lower heel and they were surprisingly comfortable.

Now I know my shoes, but had never heard of United Nude. Funny how when desire is about to be fulfilled my memory never fails me. Back home, in front of my computer I managed to remember the name, looked them up and made a phone call to check for my size. A couple of hours later I was on the B train and I had my shoes. Turns out they were reasonably priced and 10% off!  I had found my shoes and as a bonus had a gotten a much needed lesson in manifestation.


The Lesson:
Know what you want. Trust you will get it. Hold the vision clear, but not so tightly that you might be pressed to settle for less than what that picture is. Believe. Don't think the manifestation will necessarily occur in an expected arena.  The  clues to fulfilling that desire might appear in unusual places. Look for signs.Take Action. 

Unexpected Acknowledgment

I am a big believer in acknowledgment. I thank people when they do something nice for me, whether it is opening a door or buying me dinner. I try not to take even the most simple kindness for granted and recognize those around me, from the stranger who might offer me his seat to those closest to me for their generous and unwavering support. I even thank my Twitter followers when they like my post enough to retweet it to their friends.

I think it is good karma. You get back what you send out. Yet I am always surprised when I am the one receiving acknowledgment. I rarely expect it.  It took a long time but I've learned how to  gracefully say thank you. Still, as my Aunt Jean remarked to me recently it is much easier to give than to receive.

I was especially caught off guard when I received a note stuck in between all the bills and catalogs in the mail over the Thanksgiving weekend. Yes, there was actually good old fashioned mail in there, the kind in the form of a letter, handwritten with a stamp on it. Nothing  electronic about it.

But what amazed me the most was the content. It was a thank you note. For no obvious reason. I had not given the sender a gift or helped with a project. I had not recently hostessed a party or cooked them dinner. It was not from a client happy with the results of our coaching sessions or a reader that really likes my writing.

It was a simple note of gratitude for me and the role I have played in their life.
Wow, huh? 
That's how I felt.
Humbled. Appreciative. And yes, as is par for the course for me, with tears in my eyes.
I was moved.

Because you see, I really didn't know.  Yes, we get along well. Yes, I have offered my advice solicited and unsolicited countless times. It's what I do. Yes, we are family by marriage and so there is connection. But I hadn't really known how they saw me. And it meant something really great to hear it.




Do you acknowledge others in your life for no apparent reason?
What would happen if you did today, if you sent someone a note and let them know?
If you used the phone instead of a text message?
Go ahead, I dare you!
Extra credit if you use snail mail!

Ya Gotta Play To Win

I never win anything. OK. I stand corrected. Once in a while I win something, just not very often. But my low odds never stop me from buying a MegaMillions ticket and dreaming.  And it does not stop me from entering the occasional online contest, just for the fun of it.

Take for instance a few weeks ago when one of the websites I like to visit, StyleSubstanceSoul was giving away a pair of shoes. I liked the concept, SpareSoles, handy little ballet flats that fit into your purse for those moments when you just can't walk one more step in the shoes on your feet and want to run barefoot. Clever idea. And ever so practical if you live in a city like New York and have a penchant for shoes with style like me.

I filled out my name and email address and let it go. And then just yesterday afternoon I got a note from their swag department informing me that I had won! Yes, me the person who rarely wins contests but still harbors eternal hope had won her very own pair of Spare Soles!

The experience turned around an otherwise ordinary day. You see, I saw this not just as a prize, or one more pair of shoes to add to my collection. I saw this as a clear reminder that you have to play to win. Whatever it is, from filling out what might seem to others as a silly little contest form to taking a small step towards living a life you love. If you don't at least try, you never know. And if you don't take that first step, your chances of moving from the spot you are standing in dwindle. So today, I dare you to play to win.

Whatever it is, from buying that Lotto ticket to calling that hot guy you've been dying to go out with to submitting a story to a literary contest or your resume for a job that you are certain is already filled. You'll never know if you can win if you don't take a step to play.


Do you think winning is for everyone else but you?
Do you get in the game and play or sit on the sidelines and wonder why nothing changes?
How will you play to win today?




Stop by StyleSubstanceSoul , an online gathering of women who strive to look good, feel good, do good.
Visit Spare Soles and check out these genius flats that make wearing heels more fun.