Is it a Blessing or a Curse?

Electronics–a blessing or a curse?  When I find myself without my phone, even this hip old Nana becomes paralyzed, cut off from the world.  Beyond concern over where I left it and whether or not it is on silent mode, and will I EVER see it again, lies the realization of just how much the stupid smart phone intrudes on my life.

I run two online businesses.  I manage 4 Facebook pages.  Bill complains I spend all my time on the phone.  The irony hits home, because, actually, all my life I’ve hated talking on the phone.  Of course, technically, I’m not talking.  But it is true.  The limitless web dominates my leisure as well as my life.  What to do?  What to DO?

Learn to grasp it ever more tightly, lol.  My sense of gusto suggests strapping it to my person or inventing an alarm when it is set down…things probably already invented.  Thankfully, I have Bill, who reminds me about my phone when I start to leave without it, finds it when I’ve set it down, delivers my phone when I have actually forgotten it, and who puts up with my phone.

Grace suggests learning ways to use it more efficiently.  The E-card is one way I do that.  When a customer likes my product or wants to talk to me later about my business, I text her an E-card to reach me more easily.  But what grace really suggests is putting the stupid smartphone in its proper place.  People over phone.  Or more correctly, Bill over phone.  Always Bill.  And then it’s a blessing.  Join me at http://www.madaboutposh.com

A Little Bit of Sass

Just a little sass. That’s what I tell people who ask me about the blue streak in my hair.  Take an aging man.  Describe him: silver fox, distinguished, yada, yada, yada.  Take an aging woman: hag, crone.  Get my point?

No wonder women fear and detest growing old.  Society has a way of just not seeing old women. I’m changing that in my own small way.  As baby boomers grow old, the population of those over 65 years of age will account for 22% of the total population.  I may not be alone in this!  I decided to let my hair go white; I also decided to add just a little hint of sass.

It suits me.  I like it.  Maybe that’s why I love Posh…because Posh is sassy too.  Being trendy and cutting edge makes it a great retirement business.  Look at product names and see if I am not right!

Yes, the old switch that whacked my legs for being sassy never cured me.  Sorry, mom.  My trek to the grave will no doubt be littered with sassy little thoughts and comments.  And I’m okay with that.

Living with gusto isn’t flaunting yourself…with age, with beauty, with sex, with blue hair.  Rather, it is embracing yourself.  Your quirky ways.  Your sense of humor.  Your whitening hair.  Your blue streak.  Wink, wink.  Visit my site at http://www.madaboutposh.com and click on JOIN.  I’d love to work with you, you sassy thing, you!

Sensory Deprivation Attacks Mercilessly

Our five senses give life its definition.  Artists paint because the tapestry of life evokes images that touch the soul.  The delicate melody of the violin, a soft caress, an exquisite meal all make our lives rich  And without them, sterility of the soul threatens a bland existence.  It’s called sensory deprivation.

A recent study published by the National Center for Health Statistics documented that of those 65 years of age or older, 40% experience functional deficits.  In other words, as we age, our quality of life comes under attack through our failing senses.  It dulls our gusto, and we often require aids in restoring what is lost…bifocals, hearing aids as prime examples.

It was the loss of smell that attracted me to the world of Posh.  I hadn’t really smelled anything in years, when I passed a display so rich in essential oils, that impelled me to screech into a 180 and stop.  Investigate.  Become a Posh consultant.

The return of scent to the repertoire of my working senses has been a joy, plain and simple  A grace note I enjoy each and every day.  Posh is truly my happy place.  More than income, Posh replenishes my loss, and I am thankful for it.

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Good Vibes

Faith.  According to Paul, it’s hoped for and not seen.  Intangible.  A belief.  Not knowledge.

A life of gusto is premised on faithl.  If not, fear of giving too much engenders a hoarding instinct.  Only through faith in an eternal supply can I expend all the laughter, all the energy, all the joy I possess, and know a fresh supply refills my soul’s empty coffers.  The same goes with temporal giving as well.  There exist those times when I give Posh freely, knowing replacement product awaits.

Sing to a country Western song: Let me never love just a little.  Smile just a little.  Give just a little.  I want to live with a brimming over quality inspiring those around me each and every day.  This is living with gusto.

What is living with grace?  Not epecting a return.  Letting others be themselves without judgment.  Accepting faults and failures without blame.  Not so easy to do.

I balance precariously on the tightrope of life, finding it easier to live with gusto more than grace.  I need more grace.

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Good Vibes epitomizes this whole concept to me, and yes, I do have some in stock! Contact me for some yummy hand creme.

How to Turn a Cookie into a Memory

Our sons and wives deferred childbearing for quite some time, giving me all the stages of expectant grandma frenzy, from “it’ll never happen” to “maybe they are thinking about it?” to “doggone it!”  Through those years of delayed gratification I thought about what I wanted to give little ones, if and should they ever appear.

One idea I knew for sure was wanting to give each one a cookie nickname, a little love name, to always connect me to the cookie.  I wanted a lifelong love of cookies inseparably paired with my love individually for each of them, long after my passing,  I now have eight cookie munchkins.

Want a dynamite sugar cookie recipe?  my sugar cookie is a hoot!  I call her Sug, of course.  We knew from a young age we had a dynamic force of nature on our hands.  At age 4 she ruled her brother, several years older than herself, with an iron fist.  At Nana’s house she learned, “You get what you get and you don’t pitch a fit.”  Sug took it to a whole new level.

She sat in the back seat one day, eyeing something her brother was enjoying, and proceeded to tell him, “M, you get what you get and you don’t pitch a fit.  Now hand that over!”  He did.  We added humility and gentleness and kindness to the list of things she must learn.   Yet she has a heart of gold, and a genuine love for people.

You’ll find this sugar cookie recipe easy to make.  It requires few ingredients, and holds up well to royal icing.  I hope you enjoy it.

Feeling Perky

  • 1   cup softened butter
  • 1/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 1 egg
  • 2 1/2 cups flour

Mix and chill what you don’t want to use immediately.  Roll out 1/4 inch thick, cut into whatever shape you fancy, and bake at 375 degrees for 8 to 10 minutes.

Sug is also my Posh babe.  She goes with me to events and loves to share her faves.  She’s holding a Perk Stick, which she quickly informs, is good for headaches!

 

What is Your Crowning Glory?

Do you believe a woman’s hair is her crowning glory?  I hope not, for many of us find our thinning hair alarming.  Baldness in men is an accepted fact, often considered attractive, even sexy.  Not so with women.  I want to DEFY that notion!

The whole portrait of aging can cause dismay.  When temporal values with limited quantities define us, become the measuring rode of crowning glory, someone’s going to be unhappy.  I’m approaching a time when my wrinkles proliferate and my hair diminishes and at first I didn’t feel too happy about it either.

I found it time for an attitude check.  Grace is learning to live with the situation, and focusing on beauty in the soul.  If I live a life where my soul radiates love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control, my acceptance of an alternate definition of beauty becomes much more palatable.

The fruits of a life well lived never decay, never dull in brightness, always radiate an inner glow.  More valuable than either a beautiful head of hair or a seamless face, I’m opting for the alternative.  Yet in a spirit of gusto, I’m using all the tools in my arsenal to keep my face from scaring others, LOL.  My current fave is Defiance.  Filled to the brim with antioxidants, it hydrates my skin like no other, and loaded with moringa oil, it nourishes deep down at the cellular level.  You can pick some up from my site at www.madaboutposh.com  Just click on COLLECTIONS.  defiant

What is Grace?

Grace, as we sing, is amazing, and we learn it young in life.  The trick lies in remembering it.  Cora, at 3, understands the implication of grace all too well.

At lunch I noticed a cut on Joslyn’s arm.  The conversation went like this:

Nana:  What happened here, Joslyn?

J:  It got cut with a knife.

C:  (with finger raised in the air) By AC-ci-dent!

Nana:  What kind of knife were you playing with?they are a pair

J:  A kitchen knife.

C:  (with finger raised in air) By AC-ci-dent!

Nana:  Well, where were you when this happened?

J:  In Mommy’s bedroom.

C:  (with finger raised in air) By AC-ci-dent!

It became abundantly clear that in Cora’s little mind, if no ill will was intended, no blame could be cast.  We call it grace.

they love Posh!

I home school Katelyn and Matthias.  Some days are torture.  A youngster doesn’t work well, dawdles, is difficult.  Usually it happens in pairs, doubling the household frustration.  They love it when I call it a day of grace, and no one gets in trouble.

The beauty of it is, grace has no limits.  It costs us nothing, and it’s oh so valuable.  Let’s be generous givers of heaping doses of grace.

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How to Bolster Retirement Savings

As Jimmy Stewart reminds us in Its A Wonderful Life, getting along without money is hard, stranded as we are in a finite world measured in dollars and cents.  We oldsters look at dwindling bank accounts with dismay, realizing we may have more life than money, living one calamity away from poverty.  And I do not exaggerate.  We live longer.  We earn less.  A frightening portrait of dependency shades our days with worry.

For me, a retirement business remedies that situation.  Rather than a paycheck, my business is a grace note allowing me to give without reserve, enjoy without counting the cost, and live without worry.  My business lets me choose my hours.  It lets me decide how much I want to earn.  It provides friendship, joy and a lot to live for.

And for people like me, who grew up with a healthy work ethic and grounded values, it is the perfect solution to increasing the bottom line on our own terms.  Our parents retired and sat at home waiting to die.  We retire and start another life.  Check out mine!  I’d love to work with you!  My free website is http://www.madaboutposh.com  If you click on the JOIN icon, you are treated with just how easy it is to be a Posh bestie!

Beauty Nazis

Answer me this:  Who is the beauty Nazi who set our standards as “under 25 with Barbie proportions?”  We do our younger women a massive disservice when we propagate such a lie.

Beauty, true beauty, isn’t so much a look as an acceptance of self.  I love Sarah Jessica Parker, who instead of adopting the Hollywood mantra of plastic surgery for anything and everything, made her face her calling card–and it highlights her inner strength.

Until we older women can gaze into a mirror without flinching, at least accepting our age as a love note to ourselves, our daughters and granddaughters will be plagued by a false image of beauty and ridden with insecurities.  Posh helped me over this hurdle.  Self care means, “It’s okay to be 67.  Make it the best 67 you’ll ever have.”  Wear less make up.  Forget plastic surgery.  Embrace your face and love the age you’re in.

For the best you possible, try Defiant, by Posh.  With moringa oil as a hero ingredient, you will be pleased with the results.  It is sourced from the Moringa Oleifera, a perennial plant commonly referred to as the “miracle tree.”  The oil is extracted from seeds through a cold press process, which protects the integrity of the nutrient-rich oil.  Moringa oil is a powerful antioxidant, fighting free radicals.  Lightweight, it penetrates deep beneath the skin’s surface, encouraging regeneration of collagen and elastin.

Words are Cheap

Memoirs tell the story of our lives and every celebrity believes his must be worth telling.  I’m not so sure.  Is any life that has to be meted out in words and paragraphs that significant?

Isn’t the truly valuable life the one that is lived in such a way that its impact on the lives of others is, in itself, the only true memoir?  Pouring one’s self out for others goes unnoticed in this world, yet balanced on a scale measuring gold versus kindness, I believe kindness endures.  Small acts of kindness, every day, create a living memoir.

Words at best denote symbols from which language is derived.  In themselves, meaningless, unless we ascribe them value.  For example, “car” is not a car.  It just means a car.  The word itself costs nothing to say, cannot be driven, cannot be sold, cannot be owned.  The physical car, the driving of the car, become the basis of real value.  Without getting all Jungian here, I’m just reflecting on how inconsequential words become when bandied about all day long.

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Singing praise like Paul and Silas.  Sunday school shenanigans 

I want to be remembered for home schooling my neighbor’s children, for sitting with the dying, for listening to a child’s prattle, for meals to the sick, for caring for grandchildren, for teaching the young…for all the insignificant things I do, things that accumulate into a life well lived.  I want to live my own memoir.