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A New Year Mantra

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You are barely a week old You have so much more to grow So much further to go So much more to show You can still rise up fearless Still stand tall and bold . . You are barely a week old And I already know That you will be beautiful You will be strong You will do a lot right And maybe a few things wrong . . And this is okay too For every day is new It is a chance to prove That it is not about the battles you lose . . For even after a loss You are still uniquely you . . It is about standing tall And giving it your all About rising up After every fall . . It...

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Once Upon a December’s End (Part 3 of 3)

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As I descended from the plane my tummy tightened. His butterflies were on speed; weaving and bobbing all in my belly. Anton had asked me to send my flight schedule and even though it had been 7 years I knew him well enough to know he would want to be involved in my arrival somehow. He liked to control situations and create moments. It was one of the things I first loved and later hated about him. As I got my travel case from baggage claim, I laughed as I heard Michael’s voice teasing me...

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I Had A Dream that Woke Me Up

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It was a Wednesday afternoon and she was sat at her desk with the sunlight reflecting off her computer screen. The ringing phone pierced the rhythmic hum of the computer monitors and she jolted and sat up with a start. The wheels of her chair spun and her chair tilted at a dangerous angle. She steadied her feet tucked into her favorite brown pumps, sat upright and tried to understand what was going on.   The shrill sound of the ringing phone continued to disrupt her thoughts. With her back straight and her arms suspended above her...

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The Passionate Pursuit of Purpose

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Tears cascaded down her heat-flushed face. She felt her throat constrict as her tummy did backflips. She tried to repeat the mantra over and over again, stuttering as she spoke softly to the silent room: “It doesn’t matter what they call me, it only matters what I answer to.” “No one can make me feel inferior without my consent” “I will not let the world tell me who I am.”   Yet all she could think about were her aunt’s parting words: “You will never amount to anything." "I wish I had never wasted my money on you." "What are you even doing...

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Patience My Dear: Your Bus is Coming

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It was 6:35 p.m. on Market Street in Manchester. I was sat at the bus stop waiting for the 62 that would drop me a quarter mile from Granny’s house. I had a lot of bags and very little patience. I had been out all day and just wanted to get home, have a bowl of rib and dumpling soup, and relax. The West Indies was playing India that evening and I had promised Grandad I would watch the cricket with him. I had things to do and the bus was already 7 minutes later...

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Square Dancin’ My Way to the Top

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I don’t remember what class it was, but somewhere during my pre-teen days we were taught to square dance. You must understand that my middle school class consisted of 26 students, with about 18 countries of origin between us all. We were a diverse and spirited young group, with teachers who introduced us to all sorts of off the wall things – including square dancing. I liked excitedly screaming out the “do-si-do” (pronounced 'dough-see-dough') part, but generally disliked square dancing.   Besides the fact that I abhor organized dance, I think I particularly disliked this one because...

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Where Dreams Go To Die

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There is a place where dreams go to die. It is located somewhere between procrastination, fear, and sheer laziness. The idea of starting this website was once as daunting as whatever dream you are battling with. Probably more so thanks to my overactive imagination and rather rigorous self-assessment. :| The good news is you’ve typed in the URL – www.HeelsAndHighStandards.com – and it worked. Therefore I can confidently say that 'daunting' is not 'damning' and can clearly be overcome! Are you on the brink of launching your designer label but you are yet to sketch...

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“Special Is As Special Does”

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Have you ever had this sneaky feeling that you’re special? I mean really special. Diamond in the rough, destined for greatness, legend in the making kind of special. Have you had an inner confidence since you were a child that one day you were going to do something truly great? The good news is – you are special! You are fearfully and wonderfully made. You have a mission that is yours alone to accomplish, a mark to leave, and lives to impact. That’s the good news. The bad news is – special is as special...

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