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Self Aware

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Recently, I have been afforded a conglomerate of opportunities both professionally and personally. I was connected with an exceptional organization specializing in Leadership and Coaching to obtain my Executive Coaching Certificate. Having been inspired deeply by the organization's founder, JR Flatter, and the entire team and cohort at 2 Roads Leadership, I have committed myself to pursue all levels of Coaching. WOOT WOOT! Add it to my life bucket list, CHECK! In all seriousness, I find that it aligns with what I hope to do in the world privately, personally, and in my professional career.  I have spoken before about legacy and the impact I hope to have on others and I have shared at length my commitment to #livejoyfully.  I have also not been quiet about my flawed nature and imperfect presence in this world...though some may say what they will about that I am not sorry about being openly vulnerable at all.... I find so much powerful about coaching, especially this: there is this s

Bad Catholic?

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My youngest son Joe turned to me and whispered "Mom, are you a bad Catholic?" we both giggled a little-  hopefully as quietly and discreetly as possible since we were nearing the end of the Nicene Creed.  "Yes, Yes I am." I whispered back as we took our seats.  That is the truth.  I am a bad Catholic.  In so far as I am not a perfect Catholic.  I get it wrong sometimes. I stumble over the prayers like on this particular day, a prayer I have prayed pretty much every Sunday and multiple rosaries for the better part of going on three decades (of life not three decades of the rosary).  While we are on the subject; I consecrated myself to Jesus through Mary. As part of the commitment to God through the brown scapular I wear, I committed to pray the rosary every day....  I don't. I forget. I fall asleep. I make excuses. I blame others for "distracting me" or using up the time I should be doing it.  Sometimes I drink too much (I am a cheap date so too much is

What I'd Say

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WHAT I'D SAY If I could take my doctors to lunch Recently, I met with my current Primary Care Physician (PCP). I felt while I was there that this time was pretty different from the last two times.  The last two times I felt that he had seemed to listen, care about my experience, and was willing to join me in figuring out what was happening with my health...  But this time... He seemed a little agitated, Probably a stressful day, I thought. He didn't seem to have the same level of attention and was a lot less interested in what I had to say.  All in all I left there just feeling like it wasn't quite right and I didn't love the next steps he was feeling we should take to find out what was up with my body... but in the end, after explaining that I was nervous (he wanted me to stop taking my Armour thyroid medication to "see what happens" when I am not on it because "it isn't as safe or effective as synthetic") I did follow his directions. He is the

Dinner Guest

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I have been experiencing some wicked heartburn, indigestion, and reflux lately. My question to my dear friend Beth on our group call in the Peace with Food and Soul program I have been in was how to identify triggers and causes and potential remedies because I have been eating tums like it's 2001 (in 2001 I was preggers with my oldest son and legit should have bought stock). So I am fully expecting that we are going to explore foods or exercises or even ways to sit....I could never have anticipated how our conversation was going to turn. I studied behavioral health in college so the connection should have been something that I would have at least pondered somewhere in my subconscious, but alas, it didn't bubble up even as a whisper. "Do you trust yourself with food?"  Beth asked me with genuine curiosity. ..... ummmmm ..... "Nope," I said.  "Huh, no I do not."  Now there is so much that I know about nutrition. On this journey to find healing I hav

LINES LINES LINES LINES

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We had just moved back to the states from Germany and I saw an advertisement for a play called Bus Stop.  Ever the novice, I was unfamiliar with William Inge and the play written to memorialize a particular time and place of midwestern life and- like all clever playwrights- to poke a little fun too.  I pulled my dark hair back out of my face and put makeup on for the first time in I don't know how long. I put on my lucky blue shirt... sadly, that shirt doesn't fit my ever-blooming frame anymore...could explain a lot actually.... Side note: The shirt is lucky because I wore it when I had my first ever audition and again for the audition that set me firmly in the 1800s and no longer an only child but the eldest of four daughters (Little Women).  And that first glorious director, Victoria in Germany, who bravely took a chance on me, a young mom, with virtually no theatre experience unless you count a 5-second cameo in a high school play. Her willingness to take me in and teach me

What Shiny Charizard GX Taught Me about Authenticity, Penance and Forgiveness.

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Okay, so truth be told I don't know anything about these little Pokemon guys except that my youngest son loved them when he was little. He recently scored a pack of Pokemon cards and discovered that he had the Shiny Charizard GX. He burst into the room and laid it out in-front of me. Blink. Blink. I didn't get it. But he was so happy I knew it had to be special. He said, "Mom this card sold for $10,000 once!" He asked if he could start his own eBay account and sell his cards so that he could earn the money he is saving for "The Goods" bat. This bat is going to be so sweet. He has it personalised... It is the two-piece composite one, it will have his number and name on it....You can see him visualise himself hitting dingers in the game, the roar of his mama and papa cheering loudly over the rest of the crowd as he rounds the bases and waves at his adoring fans. This isn't just A bat....it is THE bat. LOL, for you folks who are neither baseball or

Be Still

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I want to pause here a moment to say I LOVE YOU AND APPRECIATE YOU! To everyone that has commented on my blog or shared it, or read it, or had the intention to read it even if you never went back to do it, if you knew about it and thought, "okay that's nice, good for you Cass..." and find that you have no desire to read it but love me anyway....... Your encouragement and kindness overwhelm me! I am not great at blogging and have been unsuccessful in my many attempts to reply to you personally, those of you who have taken the time to send me a word.... Please know, I read every comment and I am so beyond grateful that you glean any joy or inspiration from this journey of mine. Thank you for coming along with me!! You are so loved. Well, let's get into this week's part of my "new thing" journey, shall we? In some translations, it says, "He leads me beside quiet waters". My friends, Still and Quiet are.... So. NOT. the adjectives tha