New Year’s Revolution


Shake the dust off my spirit

Rekindle the fire inside my heart

Revolt against the darkness

That tried to tear my dreams apart

I know that a lot of people are burned out on New Year’s resolutions. I, however, am not. Why? Well, it’s not necessarily because New Year’s resolutions always work out and change your life for the better. It’s simply because I believe that any day, any moment, is a good time to make positive changes in your life. And let’s face it, in our culture it’s kind of needed after the winter holiday season.

The holidays can be such a busy time. Which is great. I love spending time with family and friends. I love Christmas. I love New Years. When it’s all said and done, though, we are normally left with some type of burnout. We have ate/drank too much, played too much, spent too much, and had to work too much to make the money to pay for it all. By the time the holidays are over, it’s pretty much time for an emotional and physical health rehabilitation.

So, I choose for mine to begin today. The kids are back to school, and I am out of school. This should leave me with more time to focus on self-reflection and working on things that make me feel healthy and happy.

My New year’s resolutions? My resolutions are pretty much always the same lofty goals: continue to become better at caring for myself and those around me… mind, body, and soul.

I did actually set a concrete resolution for myself, though, and it should really be a pretty easy one. This will be the year that I start actually going to the doctor! Yes, this nurse is probably one of the worst people at taking herself to the doctor. At the tender age of 40 years old, though, I figure it is time to start getting better in this area. It is a concrete goal that should be fairly easy to accomplish, but is still a step towards breaking old, bad habits (such as not taking the time to fully care for myself).

But my real goal for my future-self is to revolt. Revolt against negative thoughts. Revolt against people/things that hinder my own growth. Revolt against bad habits that take away from my health and prosperity.

And embrace. Embrace the beauty and love that surrounds us everywhere. Embrace my own strength and empowerment. Embrace this ever-changing thing we call life. And even embrace the pain that comes with it at times. Embrace it, acknowledge it, deal with it, and then let it go and learn from it.

These are my goals. What are yours?

Today is the first day of the rest of my life! And I am so grateful and excited to have that chance (again)!

Trying to find the words…


It’s been right at three months since Timothy Sean Mallory was killed in a motorcycle accident. He was my lover, best friend, father of my children, partner in crime, and so much more. There have been moments when it felt like the whole world was crumbling around me. I really would have never imagined how awful it is to lose someone that you love so much and also share every facet of your life with. I have lost loved ones in the past, the most painful prior to this being my dad. Losing my beautiful lover is a whole new, awful experience, though.

The first month or two after the accident were heartbreaking, busy, and surreal. Most of my days were spent taking care of “things”, ranging from all the craziness and painfulness of planning and having the memorial (I still have a hard time calling it a funeral) to taking care of our financial and legal affairs. I suddenly found myself having to re-arrange mine and my children’s lives and routines into this “new normal” that we now had to live without their Daddy. Most nights in the beginning, I found it hard to function/cope without a bottle of wine or a Xanax or something to help me sleep. During this time, I’ve had so many people say to me “I can’t imagine what you’re going through.” My response is always the same: “I don’t want you to.” I would never want anyone to have to go through this. Of all these hardest first moments, having to tell my children that their beautiful father died was the most heartbreaking.

I try to remember the things I truly believe. Timothy is still here with us in some shape or form. All matter that is created can never be destroyed. His essence and spirit can never be destroyed. I feel his presence with me so much. The imprint he made on the world can never be un-done. I’m coming to the strange realization that it’s the permanence of our current life that is the true illusion. Change is the only real constant. Just because his physical self changed, does not make him any less a part of this universe: in heaven, as an angel, a continued energy force… whatever you choose to believe.

Everything is a first for us now, though. The first time I took our two youngest children (7 year old boy and 3 year old girl) to the movies by myself and without their daddy. The first time I ate at our favorite sushi restaurant. The first family get-together (on Mother’s Day) without him. The first time I made homemade potato soup without him. The first time I went to work and had to hold it together. Every day there is still some first without him. We didn’t do EVERYTHING together, but he was still a part of everything I did.

I was able to take almost two months off work, which I am very grateful for. I don’t know how I would have been able to make it those first two months if I had to function everyday like everything was normal. There were many days during that time when I may just break down crying at any given moment. The tears and pain may last for a few moments, or stay with me all day. I looked to the internet one night when I was in the throes of one of those heartbreaking moments to try to find advice and/or solace. I typed in “my husband died” and found story after story of women of all ages going through the same thing I and my family are. In ways, it was helpful. The women who spoke of losing their husband recently, as I had, shared similar feelings and issues as what I have dealt with. The women who were farther along in their journey, who had lost their husband years before, still spoke of pain, but they also spoke of hope. They talked about the pain still being there, but they eventually started to have more good days than bad. And may have even eventually found peace and happiness.

This is what I hope for. I know I will always love him. I will always miss him and wish he could have stayed in this life with us for longer. But I hope that eventually I (we all) will slowly grow from all this. That we’ll be able to remember him and think of him with love and happiness and less pain and longing. There have seemed to be more good days recently, but I know it’s still going to hurt like crazy for a long time. I love him too much and miss him too much for the healing process to happen any other way. But I do have good days. We have lots of people who have loved us and supported us through this, which means so much. I do still feel his love. I do feel hope and peace at times. And right now, I’m just grateful for that.

Just in case you don’t already know how important your tip is…


A friend posted this on Facebook today, and I felt the need to share and further explain to those who may not know the importance of tipping your server correctly when you go out to eat.

Anyone who ever goes out to eat should read and understand this. Most restaurants also require their servers and bartenders to claim atleast 10% of their food/beverage sales on their taxes or they have have to go back through training. So, if you leave a $5 tip on a $75 tab, not only are they not making ANY money for doing their job, they are probably also going to have to pay taxes on money they didn’t even make, or else be penalized by their employer. All because someone was too cheap to spend an extra $10 to pay for the service they received. Ever notice that when you order a to go order from a restaurant, it costs the same as if you had come in and eaten there? That’s because when you pay for your food at a restaurant, you are NOT paying for the service of being waited on. YOUR TIP IS WHAT PAYS FOR THE SERVICE OF BEING WAITED ON. And if you are tipping someone 10% of your tab or less, you are often forcing someone to almost work for free.
My outlook on it: If you can afford to go out to eat/drink, you should make sure you can afford to tip the person who is waiting on you so that they can be paid for the job they came to work to do, otherwise order take out or just stay home.
But, really, is an extra $5 on your meal at IHop going to break you? or an extra $10 on that delicious dinner from Outback? Probably not. If so, you shouldn’t be going out and spending your money in the first place. What it will do, though, that extra $5-10 that takes your tip from a crappy 10% to an awesome 20-25% tip, is make atleast one person smile today and believe that you are a super awesome person who believes that hard work should be rewarded. Don’t you want to be that super awesome person?

Thank you for taking the time to read, and I hope you have a great day!