How I Won the ndy (Not Done Yet) Contest And What It Means To Me

A few weeks ago, I was introduced to an extraordinary person and company, Carol April and ndy through a giveaway.

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The story of Carol and ndy touched my heart on many levels.

The mission of ndy and Carol intends to support women's dreams and to live agelessly while doing it.

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The anticipation!

With my lengthy background of working for nonprofits and fundraising for different causes, I found Carol's support of The Noreen Fraser Cancer Research FoundationAlzheimer’s research, and the Our House Grief Support Center in line with my desire to pay it forward to helping others.

So I was pleasantly surprised and thrilled when I learned I won the ndy giveaway!  

I forgot all about the contest until one day; a box appeared on my doorstep. I was happily surprised to open it and find all of the beautifully packaged gifts from Carol.

Beautiful gifts, and so many!

Beautiful gifts, and so many!

The pin, post-it notes, notepad, travel mug, and two beautiful t-shirts displaying "Not Done Yet" and "Gen-Ageless" were welcome newcomers.

I will proudly display all of these beautiful gifts at every chance I get, hoping to spread the word:

"..whether you’re happily married or successfully single; healthy and strong or battling illness; struggling financially or set for life; running a marathon or holding down the sofa – where ever you are, remember:

I love my new shirt. It's so soft and says it all !

I love my new shirt. It's so soft and says it all!

WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER and NOT DONE YET!!"

Thank you to Carol for her lovely gifts. You are extraordinary!

Multiple Sclerosis, The Heat of Summer, and Learning our Lingo

It's summer, which means backyard barbecues, spending time at the beach, listening to the sound of crickets, and carving out time for a well-deserved vacation. Time to relax, lounge, and get outdoors.

But not everyone welcomes summer. For people with multiple sclerosis, heat and humidity can be our enemy, causing many unwelcome symptoms. Yet carefully managed, we can spend time outdoors armed with cool packs, cold drinks, big hats, and large umbrellas.

The National Multiple Sclerosis Society estimates that over 2.5 people worldwide live with multiple sclerosis, a chronic, unpredictable disease of the central nervous system that incorrectly attacks a person's healthy tissue.

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Many symptoms range from blurred vision, loss of balance, poor coordination, slurred speech, tremors, numbness, extreme fatigue, problems with memory and concentration, paralysis, blindness, and more. These problems may be permanent or may come and go.

We spend a lot of time explaining our symptoms to people unfamiliar with MS and don't understand the daily physical and emotional issues we live with.

Healthline created a "heart" filled with "MS lingo" listing multiple symptoms of Multiple Sclerosis.  Take a look and educate yourself. Those of us with MS genuinely thank you for taking the time to educate yourself about our disease.

MS Lingo: A whole new vocabulary of MS words

Please click here to learn more: Healthline: MS Lingo and The Words You Should Know

Have a fun and COOL summer!

Would Jane Austen Promote Her Work On Social Media?

One of my favorite books is Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.  Her vibrant characters are woven around themes of social standing and strength of character, drawing the reader into a world different from ours.

Jane Austen

Jane Austen

When you read about the protagonist, Elizabeth Bennett, glancing at the wealthy and arrogant Mr. Darcy with a restrained yet loving expression, you have to wonder how the author, an unmarried woman of modest means, could develop characters that were not a reflection of her own life (her life was spent among the “lower fringes of English landed gentry.”) These stories were born in her fertile imagination.

Lately, I have asked how this book was promoted in the 19th century.

Ms. Austen did not have a publicist.  She did not have the Internet.  She did not have a telephone.

Today, Jane Austen would need a computer.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the difference between Jane Austen’s literary world and the literary world of today.

 Do you think Jane Austen would be writing posts on Facebook, tweeting her latest work, or promoting on Instagram?  Would she feel the need to post pictures on Pinterest or develop a business profile for LinkedIn?

Today, we are overloaded between spending time writing and promoting ourselves and our work.

We all spend time networking, attending webinars and conferences, remaining active on social media, subscribing to instructional (and not-to-be-missed) newsletters, and staying current with the latest trends in technology.

I’ve gradually cultivated a new daily ritual, feeling like a robot from the old TV cartoon The Jetsons.  I wake up, grab my laptop and cell phone, walk to the kitchen, prepare my Keurig coffee cup, and sit at my desk.

I enter my passwords for Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, Instagram, and Pinterest.  Emails patiently wait for me to read and respond.

While I’m busy on my laptop, my family is buzzing around me, getting ready for their day.  I barely have time to look up from the computer to say, “Hello,” “How did you sleep?” and “Have a nice day.”

Like many, I need to balance my professional and personal life better.  

A few years ago, I visited The Mount, the Lenox, Massachusetts home of novelist Edith Wharton. The beauty of the grounds, with its formal flower gardens and grass terraces, seemed like an absolute paradise for a writer to write.

The Mount, Home of Edith Wharton, Lenox, Massachusetts

The Mount, Home of Edith Wharton, Lenox, Massachusetts

I envisioned Ms. Wharton strolling across the meadow, thinking about the characters and plots she’d develop for “The Age of Innocence” and “The Buccaneers.”

It pleases me to think of that day.  Sometimes I daydream about it, visualizing myself living at The Mount. I stroll the grounds as Ms. Wharton did, preparing to write my novel.

Today, Edith Wharton would need a computer.

I love everything about being a writer.  I love creating stories and watching the flow of words take on a life of their own on a blank page.  I feel a feeling of accomplishment and a sense of pride after finishing every piece.

I love networking and meeting new exciting people who are fast becoming friends.  I enjoy being a part of the exciting "wild west" of social media and being a member of blogging communities that are supportive, nurturing, and informative.

Yet I can’t figure out how to perfectly balance my professional needs as a writer, my personal needs as a wife and mother, and my special needs as a person living with a disability.

I remember Dick Cavett interviewing Katharine Hepburn, and when he asked why she never married and had children, she explained, “You cannot have it all.”

Do you think she was right?

We can’t try to learn it all, read it all, do it all, write it all, and live it all while balancing our personal lives and remaining healthy.  It’s impossible.

We can prioritize what’s important to us, committing to gaining better control over our lives.

To remain whole and healthy while being productive and creative during our Second Chapter (and into our Third), we must look closer at managing our time and efforts. 

Here are a few things I'm doing to help balance my life.  They can help you, too, with the inevitable anxieties that come your way.

 

How do you stay on top of your writing assignments and social media while maintaining a healthy balance in your life?  How do you deal with the stress and anxiety in your life?

Gifts From My Father

When writing for a blog hop whose theme was “I’m My Father’s Daughter Because..” I wondered whether my post should be serious or funny.  I didn’t want it to sound too sappy, and I certainly didn’t want it to sound melodramatic.

Me and Dad - 1989

Me and Dad - 1989

The only sure thing was that writing about my dad would be the hardest post I’ve ever written.

Time and time again, after thinking about my father - man, son, husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle, employer, attorney, and friend – a simple yet concise sentence kept popping into my mind: My father is a gentleman and a gentle man.

Let me try to explain.

After my son was born, I realized what most good parents do:  The importance of teaching your child the difference between right and wrong and providing them with a blueprint that will sustain them when life presents its inevitable challenges.

The Master Gardener 1990

The Master Gardener 1990

My dad provided me with my blueprint from the day I was born.  He taught me the importance of higher education, how traveling would enrich my understanding of the world, that planting flowers and trees adds beauty and richness to our lives, and how fine wine and gourmet food are both pleasing to the palate and fascinating to learn about.

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Peonies by Dad at our house

One typical morning ritual that began in grade school said everything about his feelings on education. I would interrupt his morning shave by saying:

Me: Dad, I have to leave for school now. Have a nice day.
Dad: Wait.  What's the password of the day?
Me:  Be smart!

I was then allowed to leave the house.

As an immigrant from Germany escaping the atrocities of the Nazi Regime, he knew education was the key to unlocking the gate of opportunity.  He saw it as a means to making a better life for himself and eventually for his children.

I wish I’d seen the look on Oma and Opa’s faces when he received his law degree.  It must have been the same proud look he had after watching me graduate.

His curiosity knows no bounds with his unquenchable thirst for knowledge.

I admit my Dad's vast wealth of knowledge was a bit daunting to me at times.  I mean, who could possibly keep up with all of his interests?  He easily quotes Shakespeare, recites Robert Burns, discusses the Brooklyn Dodgers, describes the grace and beauty of watching Heather Watts and Darci Kistler, and can suggest the perfect bottle of wine for any occasion.

The first time I remember benefitting from the knowledge I gleaned from Dad was during one of my college courses, “Introductory to Opera.”  The years of listening to WQXR with him paid off in spades.  My professor began his lecture by playing a record, then asking us the song's name.  I shot my hand up and blurted out,  “Mozart’s Queen of the Night.”

I called my Dad that night.  He was so proud.

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Good food and wine - Joucas, France 1995

The second time I benefitted from his knowledge was at my college graduation party.  Dad founded a Wine Society in 1970.  His knowledge and the society’s membership have both grown exponentially.  Over the years, my family has benefited from some truly exceptional wines. (I was fortunate to accompany him and Mom on two magical private winery tours in Napa Valley and The Loire Valley.)

Dad brought a case of non-vintage Pol Roger champagne to Boston to help us celebrate in style.  I can still taste the perfectly balanced flavors trickling down my throat.

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Dad whispered, "Have a good life." November 1988

I’m my father’s daughter because I appreciate the beauty surrounding me and challenge myself to learn all I can about my world.  I’m as obstreperous as he is, and I haven’t quite mastered the art of personal finance (much to my hubby’s dismay.)  We are both romantics at heart, sometimes being too gentle for this world.  But we’re working on that.

Dad and Mom 1952

Dad and Mom in Cape Code 1952

Before I end this post, I want to add this: Whenever I watch one of my favorite movies, “To Kill A Mockingbird,” and Atticus Finch first strolls onto the screen, I begin to cry.  Why? It’s not because of the words of Harper Lee or the portrayal by Gregory Peck (which are both perfect).  It’s because Atticus looks like my father did when that movie was first released.  Tall, lean, with dark hair and black glasses.

And they are both gentlemanly lawyers.

Happy Father's Day, Dad.  With love and thanks for my good life.

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Dad & Me on his birthday. The day we call "Herbmas": 12/25/12

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