On a totally ME note, I am asking for a lot of help over the next month to win an accolade that could potentially change my life.
I've got a lot going on, and winning this thing will make facilitating those changes a lot easier.
It's not hard help, just a lot of help.
Two years ago, I began talking to our City Paper about adding a 'Best Life Coach' category to their Best of list. It worked!
Now, I really, really want to win. That means soliciting clicks for votes. You don't have to live here or even know me!
I'm just hoping that folks who do know me will talk to folks who don't with a 'please do this' request.
Right now, I'm setting up the voting widget to seed everywhere.
I can add a tagline. Right now I'm thinking:
Bonny has the answers you need!
I also thought about:
Everybody needs a little help sometimes.
What do you think? Which or something better?
Did I mention how much I want to win this thing?
How about "Here to Help When you Need it" Bonny has the answers sounds little braggy.
Once, when Taylor and I were camping, I began to freak all the way out. Seriously jumping out of my skin. Taylor was furious when I forced him to pack up and leave in the middle of the night.
We were working our way through the windy desert roads when Hubby bolts upright and yells "Pull over, pull over!"
I absolutely believe in paying attention to those sudden feelings and urges. Sometimes you never know why, and sometimes, like in these cases, you do. But there have been enough times I've paid attention to a "hunch" and been very glad I did, that I listen now.
Thanks guys.
I really struggle with the braggy issue.
There is such a fine line between getting the word out and self-promotion as a bad thing. By that, I mean, at the expense of others or to the exclusion of ethics.
The truth is, I love what I do so much that I want to reach as many people as I can. It's not about money, though making a living is not a bad thing. Nor is it about thinking that people have 'problems' that only I can solve. I just know that the people I have worked with become more fully themselves in a great way. Not better, just more.
Lawyers and doctors, psychiatrists and insurance salespeople surely get a hard time for what they do, but I've never heard one apologize for doing it. Sometimes I feel like it's expected that I should.
Even folks who don't believe in therapy or coaching must know that not everyone can see outside their circumstance far enough to find new ideas.
That is all I offer!
or "Bonny helps you find the/your answers"?
I met my new shrink type person today. Who I'd actually met before, her name is Diane. I'll just call her that because it's easy. Diane is nice, Diane is not jumping to any type of diagnosis. She actually listened to me and asked me questions and I felt like there was a dialoug and I felt safe. So that's good. She takes a holistic approach to things so next visit in 3 weeks she's going to do a quick physical (I need to have my last blood work fowarded to her) and we're going to do more intake stuff. She said she has some ideas that not just tie in with the mental illness/mood stuff but also the Interstital Cystitis
Therapy was rough too. I really wish I didn't have to go to work tomorrow becuase I could use the day to recover from everything.
Reassuring, I guess, but it was still the last night I spent on the moor.
I can't decide which notion delights me more - witches rejecting you as impure or two old ladies sneaking out on to the moor in the dead of night to screw with backpackers.
I have no doubt, actually, that it was witchy weirdness - I just have a new idea of what to do with myself when I'm an old lady.
I knew when a cousin of mine died, I walked in from class, saw a plane burning on the television and said "that's my cousin's plane" and then walked into my room. I didn't actually get upset, it was just a fact I announced.
He was military, flew all the time. And even if I did subconsciously notice the text on the screen (doubtful as it was across the room and tiny), it wasn't where I thought him to be at the time (he'd relocated since his wife's last letter). My roommates saw me do it. Ten minutes later the phone rang and it was my mom saying she was coming to get me because he'd been killed.
I hope things work out with Diane, askye.
That means soliciting clicks for votes.
Click click click clickedy click
My cousin posted a link today on 22 words you're probably saying wrong that seemed relevant. [link]
I can't think of any ghost-type experiences I've had. And, considering that my apartment used to be a doctor's office in the late 1800s, there's a pretty good chance that multiple people have died here. Never noticed anything out of the ordinary, other than that it's freezing, but that can be explain by lack of insulation. (Speaking of which, I'm hungry, but it's too cold to get out from under the electric blanket to get food.)
