How Discovering Your Inner Lizard Can Make You Happier and More Productive

My poor baby!Meet my inner lizard. Her name is Shelby. She looks a little depressed because she’s worried that nobody likes her. Shelby voices these fears when I merely consider meeting up with very good friends. So you can imagine what happens when I sit down to blog and people who don’t know me are going to judge me based on a few paragraphs of prose. Shelby goes a little nuts, to put it mildly. I tell her, “Aw, there, there, Shelby. It’s okay. Some people like you, and some people don’t. But it’s nothing to worry about. You just go out there and be YOU and good things will happen. Nothing good comes from hiding.”

The amazing thing is that it’s working. I’m getting more joy from my work and I feel less stress. This makes me more productive and more likely to promote my pieces when I don’t spend energy caring that some people might not like me. Thanks to Shelby, I’m coming out of my shell and it feels great.

Inner Lizard? What Are You TALKING About, You FOOL!  Read more at…

Rant: Summer is NOT Over!

I won’t lie, I’m irritated. Everywhere I turn, I keep hearing the words, “As this summer comes to a close,” and “Now that we’re a few days from the end of this summer,” and other such crap.There are 28 days left. Yeah, that’s right. 20-freaking-8 days, or FOUR whole weeks. That’s almost a month of summer left.

Listen up, my people. Summer is three months long. The first day of summer was June 21st and the last day of summer is September 23rd. Ignore Labor Day, except to enjoy a nice summer BBQ or other festive little summer party. And I stress SUMMER party. Labor Day does not mean it’s fall.

I don’t know who started this ridiculous rumor that summer is over after Labor Day, but I’m here today to tell you that it’s NOT. Each season is three months long. Fall gets three months. Winter, unfortunately, feels like it gets six months, but it DOESN’T. It gets three. So does spring. And by golly, SO DOES SUMMER.

So stop trying to end summer early, or I’m going to cut a bitch. Summer is conducive to swell easy living. Cutting bitches is neither easy, nor swell. You can see how this premature end-of-summer B.S. is problematic for me.

If you’d like to see me look like a crazy homeless person, ranting about summer (this is not my finest look, y’all) then watch the video.

Here is a pleasant article I wrote about how to squeeze the juice out of summer, in case you missed it the first time:
12 Ways to Take a Small, Daily Vacation This Summer to Let Your Soul Sing

That is all. Carry on.

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Get Motivated, Get Happy! 3 Posts About How to Live a Richer and More Satisfying Life

Here are the latest posts I wrote to fill our brains with positive mojo.

Click to Read :: How Focusing on Mundane Household Tasks Can Make You Happy

Surprisingly, it’s the act of wishing ourselves away to another time and place that makes us unhappy, not the chores themselves.

Click to Read :: 12 Ways to Take a Small, Daily Vacation This Summer to Let Your Soul Sing

The pathetic tale of how I went from being a feral ice-cream sandwich scarfing, sun-soaking, free-living beast to being a domesticated, prune-nibbling indoor cat, and what I plan to do about it.

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Time is slipping by. Are you doing what you’re meant to do with your life?

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Schedule a Regular Date Night With Your Sweetie

I’m now blogging for TLC’s Parentables! I will blog the post introductions here at swell easy living so you can keep updated on new content as it becomes available. Just click through to read the full post on parentables.

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It was the dark ages of my daughter’s infancy. My life was marked by an extreme and ever-increasing sleep debt. The need for rest, relaxation and rejuvenation expressed itself as a pervasive throbbing in both my emotional and physical selves.

I knew that I looked like the caricature of a harried new mom: weight gain, dark circles, overemotional, and starved for socialization, yet too anxious to enjoy it. I wondered what my friends said about me behind my back. I wondered how my husband felt about “the new me.”

For most moms of poor sleepers, this could describe the early days of new-babyhood. For me, it was month eight.

My Momma Always Said: You Need Date Night :: keep reading …