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Speak Life – Challenge Series – Introduction

I have been somewhat lax in my participation on Turning Positive lately (OK, I’ve been largely absent the past few months).  In my defense, it’s been a very busy few months with school, the day job, enjoying time with family, and mostly, I’ve been extremely lazy. Now that I read that, I have no excuse.  However, I have a renewed energy and dedication to focus on the frequency and quality of providing updated content to…

Whack-a-Mole Self-Esteem

Have you ever had one of those weeks or months when it seems nothing goes right? No matter what you do, failure is just around the corner? Nobody seems to care about you until you begin making some improvement and they come running over to push you back down — like a life-sized game of whack-a-mole.. Does this ever describe you? It certainly describes me. I struggle with extremely low self-esteem and subsequent depression. As…

Choosing to be Unhappy

Yesterday was a miserable day.  I woke up determined to have an awful day and did everything in my power to make it so.  I succeeded. Wait a minute?  Did I read that correctly?  I chose to have a miserable day?  Yep, that’s right.  If happiness is a choice, which I firmly believe, unhappiness is also a choice.  Let me be honest though … it wasn’t a miserable day … it just wasn’t one of…

Family Gathering

Let’s face it … life and death are all about proper quantities.  Take water for example; we need it to survive. However, when we have too much of it, we drown. I saw a recent post on a Facebook site where readers were challenged to come up with a four-word sentence that ruined Thanksgiving. There were a number of very funny ones such as“Dad’s doing the cooking” but my favorite was shared by a mother…

Dissecting an Earworm

Many of us remember the dreaded school year where we learned we must complete that one course. You know, the course that makes girls squeamish and boys apprehensively excited.  No, not sex education… the class I speak of is the middle school biology class where each student dissects a creature to understand it’s anatomy. For me, the victim err…specimen was a frog. Even many years later, I clearly remember the vinegar-like smell of the preservative…