tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34048684159770236122024-02-02T01:39:37.531-08:00Coffee Time ThoughtsMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12174433080059176454noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404868415977023612.post-67016570006297555102018-11-10T11:18:00.000-08:002018-11-10T11:18:12.999-08:00Take a CEU in marriage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Often times in counseling I have these "aha!" moments. I've realized over the years that I am pretty decent at thinking quickly and coming up with responses quickly. I learned last year that this is a strength and when I'm able to lean into I do even better with using it. But that's a post for another time. This particular day I was counseling a couple. They were really struggling in their marriage, even contemplating terminating the marriage. They came in this day with a new idea - they were actually going to work on their marriage. They spoke of how things just stopped working. They stopped really seeing each other. They stopped trying.<br />
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In many professions you have to take continuing education classes. I went to grad school and got a degree so that I could work in my profession. I then had to work under a supervisor to help me make sure I was doing a good job until I got my own license. I now have to take continuing education classes throughout the year to make sure I stay up to date with techniques, ethics, etc. That's a lot to be able to do a job but so very needed.<br />
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So now you're like what does this have to do with anything. WELLLLLLLL....I really think that we need to have CEU (continuing education units) in marriage. We need to be skilling up. We need to find out what motivates and inspires our spouse. Once we get married the learning isn't over. Really it may just be starting. In grad school I really thought I knew a lot...and then I started working and found out I just knew the basics! When I married Mike I thought I knew him - and I did. But people change and grow and if I don't take a CEU in my marriage I lose it! That's when we start drawing apart. That's when our own interests take over the interest of the other. That's when I stop being a we and become a me again.<br />
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Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12174433080059176454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404868415977023612.post-66336753223368645032018-10-29T18:33:00.002-07:002018-10-29T18:33:58.131-07:00I'm a weirdoYesterday while I was running, I realized what a weirdo I am. Now before you agree or disagree with that comment please understand that I'm not offended by this term. No - in fact, I embrace it. Or at least I am learning to embrace it. As I was getting ready to set off on my 7 mile run, I was deciding what to listen to. (see how I gloated about my 7 miles right then?) Unlike a lot of my cohort runners, I like to listen to podcasts. See? It's weird right? So I pick out the podcast I want, plug in my headphones and start my run. I picked The Brendon Show. If you haven't listened to his show go listen. Now. Well, finish reading this and then go listen. <br />
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Before I knew it I had listened to 6 of his episodes (this may mean I'm a slow runner...). But I hadn't just listened to the episodes, I had changed my life. During that time I listened about creating energy, nurturing great relationships, being a master of discipline, connection and resilience. I listened about excuses and the things we tell ourselves to not achieve our goals. I listened about developing vision and awareness. As I was running and starting to really question my running ability and telling myself I am crazy for thinking I can just get back to running after an injury and run 7 miles, I listened to the podcast on self-doubt. Whoa guys. I know music is good and all but an hour and 20 minutes of self-development without kids interrupting is magical.<br />
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So while I was running I decided I was going to change my life. I realize that I'm not all of a sudden going to grow into a beautiful butterfly. I know it takes time. I also know that one small change can completely change the trajectory of your life. One small decision now can lead to a changed future. I heard once from a wise lady that the best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago and the next best time is NOW.<br />
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In his show, Brendon talked about fears and walking people through those fears. He spoke about how to move from one place to another you have to embrace who you are. You have to get over the embarrassment. You have to stop getting upset by what others are saying about you or even what you are saying about yourself! That's my loose interpretation anyway. When we stop obsessing about how we will be seen by others you are able to start embracing who you truly are. Let me say that again. When I STOP obsessing about OTHERS thoughts about ME, I will be able to truly lean into who I really am and the person I AM.<br />
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Just wanted to take a minute and talk about my sweet family for a minute. Have I mentioned how much I love them? It seems like a good month to talk about it. I go on and on about my birthday month - it is a good month - plus throw mother's day in there - but what makes it so good is my family. I love them. My dad is super cool too - he has called me EVERYDAY so far this month wishing me a happy birthday month. Anyway, I am enjoying being mom and wife. Olivia is growing up so quickly. She makes me and Mike laugh, a lot. But enjoy the pictures. They make me smile. <br />
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<br />Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12174433080059176454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404868415977023612.post-2259157505968080132011-11-11T12:24:00.000-08:002011-11-11T12:27:06.675-08:00Dark RoastI received this in my e-mail this morning -<br /><br />John 16:33-I have told you these things so that in me, you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble, but take heart! I have overcome the world!<br /><br />Just something to contemplate.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12174433080059176454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404868415977023612.post-64220699979359271992011-11-10T13:52:00.000-08:002011-11-10T14:20:47.157-08:00You have to get uncomfortableNothing gets accomplished when you are comfortable. How true is that. I rarely want to get up and clean something when I am in my pajamas sitting on my couch under my alpaca blanket with my cup of peppermint tea. And the truth is, I may even WANT to - but I am so comfortable with where I am and what I am doing that I don't. It's not until something happens; maybe I spill my tea on my lap, or my daughter yells she had an accident or Mike really wants me to come see his new bike that he just finished building - and even that is under protest. <br />When something happens in our community, whether that is a physical community (neighborhood, street, etc) or our community of co-workers, or a community of believers, that is when we decide that something has to change. This desire rarely comes after having a great work week where everything runs smoothly - all of my boys decide to have great days and sessions, family decide they want to love their children and I get a desk! No, this desire for change, this deep longing and need for something to be different comes typically after tragedy. Isn't that how it happened on Footloose? So what does one do when this happens? I am so comfortable wearing my sweats and drinking my tea (or coffee) do I get up? Do I just shrug it off and wait for something better to happen to me? to us? If I want to accomplish something, I have to get uncomfortable. If I want to be a better mom, I have to figure out what my husband and daughter need from me and change - If I want to change the way a family works with their child, I have to inspire change within them -AND THAT MEANS THEY GET UNCOMFORTABLE. How far does this go though? How far do we need to get uncomfortable before we do something? A drop of tea on my lap - I probably am not going to get up and do anything. Maybe even a small spill - I might just pick up something close to me and use that. So what does it take? My whole cup dumping into my lap, scalding my legs before I get up and do something? How far do we need to go to be uncomfortable. Does someone need to die before change happens? Do people have to get abused before something is done? How far do we need to get uncomfortable. I am uncomfortable right now. Very uncomfortable and I feel like I have spilled all of my tea and my friends tea all over me and I am uncomfortable. Now I need to do something. Nothing gets accomplished when we are comfortable.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12174433080059176454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404868415977023612.post-62016207182930472432011-11-07T15:13:00.000-08:002011-11-07T15:27:02.868-08:00The Story Behind Get Clean<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioYIENin3gecp5aMENPe6o6aMaVCP6pSTrdxOcjflzZvs6H93fg20r5Zp67LcXlkbUMdBb2VkTYYyNBB7X77RZQOYOk3AXHaCCmCh0izgu33anwBPt-QqApbi3ZW8lGKtLA3HKFlHuMd4/s1600/Get+Clean.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 71px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioYIENin3gecp5aMENPe6o6aMaVCP6pSTrdxOcjflzZvs6H93fg20r5Zp67LcXlkbUMdBb2VkTYYyNBB7X77RZQOYOk3AXHaCCmCh0izgu33anwBPt-QqApbi3ZW8lGKtLA3HKFlHuMd4/s400/Get+Clean.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672398807984960754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8mzoOS8oBKC3APrY5HluQZKkNDfd91NNUYsWlhTGxZKIVjF14iEcyW8glCLXy8NVgNuHCS9yH8rm6H6yB82VNXugakDa32EBjXgAnv_ceyyRF6bUYAiW-SDgdBJe36J8tVDCnNU4DDU/s1600/Get+Clean.png"><br /></a></span><br /><a href="http://images.shaklee.com/video/show.php?video=Story-Behind-Get-Clean">Shaklee Videos: The Story Behind Get Cleansup®/sup</a><br /><br />This is an amazing post by Sloan Barnett. 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Seriously - shocking information going on there!<br /><br /><img src="file:///Users/maryhamm/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///Users/maryhamm/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-4.png" alt="" /><br /><img src="file:///Users/maryhamm/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///Users/maryhamm/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /><br /><img src="file:///Users/maryhamm/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" />Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12174433080059176454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404868415977023612.post-49131308881291225152011-06-28T07:17:00.000-07:002011-06-28T07:18:19.665-07:00Shaklee Independent Distributor<a href="http://maryhamm.myshaklee.com/us/en/welcome.html">Shaklee Independent Distributor</a><br /><strong>Shaklee Sports Nutrition™. 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I really just want to throw down everything, excluding my coffee mug, and snuggle on the couch with her while watching Cinderella for the millionth time! There are other days when I so look forward to working and being out and being smart. At least that's what I lead myself to believe. It is good knowing that I have a gift and I am learning more everyday to enhance this gift to help others. It is a fine balance between motherhood and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">workhood</span>. I would so love to be able to do both - why oh why is there not 48 hours in a day and I can stay home and watch <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">liv</span> AND go to work? Recently, as of today really, I have learned the art of working from "home". Yes, in this case it is more working from Starbucks but still...it is not "at work" and I am feeling very productive! I think I may be more productive here than at work! Weird. Maybe this new way will give me more time with my sweet daughter. I suppose I will just have to find a place that has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Internet</span> AND a playground! Back to work.......Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12174433080059176454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404868415977023612.post-37242157302931401252010-02-16T13:27:00.000-08:002010-02-16T13:48:16.470-08:00Marshmallows with Hot Chocolate<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoWSqkdtN_g6EUMbCCpqH1ciutVGC7jfzkwPRgOTas4nszEgVgPzY09ekH5Dscg2OZ3X3BPRvVaPLMBGaCvi9sd-YJjGPM1EXjh1dE2mKgyytVoHYMj0aHFgKQ8zRRvnyNG3gzxu69sgM/s1600-h/DSCF0076.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438957014595553330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoWSqkdtN_g6EUMbCCpqH1ciutVGC7jfzkwPRgOTas4nszEgVgPzY09ekH5Dscg2OZ3X3BPRvVaPLMBGaCvi9sd-YJjGPM1EXjh1dE2mKgyytVoHYMj0aHFgKQ8zRRvnyNG3gzxu69sgM/s320/DSCF0076.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><br />I remember that excitement I felt as a child when I saw snow. The anticipation as it fell from the sky, will school be canceled? Will it be enough to go sledding? Will we get snowed in and have to shovel our way down to the mall to get food? Ah, how I love snow. I love how it covers the trees and the ground and makes everything look fresh and new. Now I live in Memphis where snow is next to non-existent. There is ice sure, but hard to make ice angels (trust me, I have tried!) I now have a daughter who I believe has a love for snow just as deep as my love for snow. She gets so very excited when she sees the snow fall and even more excited when she gets to play in the snow. I know what many of you are thinking, especially if you are on the East Coast...I hate snow and wish it would die. Well, yes, I get that, sometimes snow does get in the way. It makes it difficult to travel and get the things that we think need to get done, done. But try this, next time you see the snow, just think of how it was as a child to see the snow and how much (if you are like me at all) you loved playing in it and how good it always felt to come back inside after having frozen toes and nose and drinking warm hot chocolate. yum. Those are my musings for today.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12174433080059176454noreply@blogger.com0