I have had many jobs and even businesses in my adult life, but until I decided to let go of what I thought I "should" be doing and just allowed my creative soul to surface, well...I was miserable and felt unfulfilled.
The other part of the puzzle was my intense desire to help others on their life journeys. It's hard for me to see people ignore their gifts, talents, and passions for the sake of "doing" what pays the bills or "being" what they think others want them to be. The marriage of these two passions sent me on my own "Creative Journey" to find my place and purpose. I landed here, helping women by coaching, writing, and speaking.
Kellie is a Creative Journey Coach and Intuitive Reader who received her certification through Karen Coffey an The Hope of Humanity Foundation. She is also an ordained Journey Pastor and counselor through Glory River Ministries. As a writer, her articles have been published on Livestrong.com, All Things Chic, Time Finders Magazine, Successful Life and Living, and many other blogs and e-zines. Her book, "Are You Out of Your Freakin' Mind?...break mental barriers and live from your sacred creative space" is the first of many to be published.
I’m Madeline – a healthfully humorous, radically ridiculous, momentarily messy broad here to give you a flicker of joy on the (in most cases) worst day of the week.
Monday is like…
…the teen years, you go through excruciating, embarrassing moments to get to the boobs, the money, the wedding, the babies, the wisdom (the rest of your life).
Speaking of excruciating, embarrassing moments…
I really could use a break from doing all the talking here on Mondays How about you guys help me out a little. I want to hear your funny stories about the most excruciating, embarrassing moment you can remember (or any one that you’re willing to share with the world) right here on More Out of Monday with Madeline. After all, I shouldn’t have all the fun, right? Oh, yeah, don’t forget to tell us what life-lesson you walked away with…or in my case ran quickly, tears, blushing, the whole shebang.
So what do you say?
Can you help a girl out?
You can always make your comment anonymous…
I’ll start this out…
My EE moment starts out with bra padding and a group of neighborhood boys. That’s all I’m going to say for now. I will share a little more of the story with every comment I get. Fair enough?
I’m Madeline – a healthfully humorous, radically ridiculous, momentarily messy broad here to give you a flicker of joy on the (in most cases) worst day of the week.
Monday is like…
…unscrewing a hot light bulb; it’s dumb and unnecessary but you keep doing it anyway.
Whenever I see old friends (or enemies), I usually think that they haven’t aged as well as I have, especially if they have the crow’s feet thing, the over tanned faces, the beer bellies; you know the type. It’s more than obvious that they care little about there health and appearance. I’ve been lucky that none of those features have plagued my fairly young-looking face and body. OK, the crow’s feet have been walking toward my eyes lately, but that other stuff will not get a hold of this lady…if I have something to say about it. Anyway, I wanted to share a little humorous anecdote that Kellie passed on to me.
Dental Drama
Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and think, surly I can’t look that old?
Well, you’ll love this…
My name is Cathy, and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS diploma which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name who had been in my high school class some thirty-odd years before.
Could he really be the same guy that I had a secret crush on way back then?
Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, gray-haired, man with the deeply lined face was WAY too old to have been my classmate. After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park High School.
“Yes. Yes, I did. I’m a Mustang,” he said gleaming with pride.
“When did you graduate?” I asked.
He replied, “In 1975. Why do you ask?”
“You were in my class!” I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely.
Then, that ugly, old, balding, wrinkled, fat-assed, gray-haired, decrepit, SOB asked,
“What did you teach?”
I don’t know about you, but I think I would have punched the guy out right there from the dental chair!
How about you? Have any big jerks totally embarrassed you with age-related comments? Or the when are due question when you’re not pregnant one is great, too! Please share; we want to hear…please, please!!!!
I’m Madeline – a healthfully humorous, radically ridiculous, momentarily messy broad here to give you a flicker of joy on the (in most cases) worst day of the week.
Every year, after the holidays, I give myself…oh, about 30 days or so to take down my decorations. I know that’s a long time to leave them up, but I just love the way they make the dull, winter days sparkle just a little. Well, yesterday was the day to do the deed…the one I hate. If you recall from a previous post, I told you that last year I actually placed my fully decorated tree into a tall closet for safe keeping. Truly, I haven’t lived that one down yet.
Look out for the new Madeline! I have accomplished what my family thought impossible after cheating with the tannenbaum last year. I’ve done it! It’s snug in a nice crate (taken apart mind you). And I remember why I hate the task with the core of my being. Let me tell you what fun things I endured to avoid being laughed at by teenagers…
1. The tree actually fell on my head while I yanked on a string of garland that obviously thought it was rooting. Note to self: Gentleness.
2. I realized how loved I really was when all of my children declined an invitation to help me. They much preferred watching me…humiliating.
3. About half way through the plucking of precious ornaments, I started breaking out from my fingers to my elbows. Previously, I thought that this amazing fleshly outburst only occurred while attending to a live tree; I was dreadfully wrong. Those little itchy bumps invaded my arms like an army of ants.
4. Can you say vertigo? Yes, I got it while unwrapping the hundreds of lights from their holiday haven. My revenge came as I did a quick looping, dropped them in the box, and said, “You’re done for…bwwwaaaaahaaaahaaaa!” No, really; they won’t work next year.
5. Just as I thought that I was home free (boxes packed neatly, lids in place), my cat decided to claim the ornament crate as his own. Now, for those of you who don’t know what that means: He pissed on it.
So, needless to say, I learned my lesson; I’ll never take the holiday decor down again…without help that is. Otherwise, it’s the closet gig again.
