Heidi G karlsson

Be kind to yourself.  Really?  Such a funny little phrase.  Is it legit, or is it one of those dangerously entitling phrases that send people off the deep end into self indulgence... focus on me, me thoughts, me time, me life.. I.. I... I... The word “kind” is such an interesting one. It doesn’t mean “nice,” it’s more along the lines of “a good or benevolent nature or disposition.” Thanks dictionary.com.  I have had kind people correct me, disagree with me, and even disciplined me. And I love them.  On the other side of the coin, I’ve been around mean people. They don’t need to correct, disagree or discipline me. All they need to do is look at me and I get the message. LEAVE. And I do.  So, “be kind to yourself.” What can it mean?  I have an internal voice that talks to me almost non-stop about things like how I look, how I compare to others around me, what other people are thinking, what other people think I am thinkin...

Today I went for a run.. walk.. walk and stop... a time of discovery with my 4 year old. It was such a beautiful day and I am trying to get out more. Outside. In the sun. With trees and water and dirt... and stuff. Four year olds are great for that. The other day it worked pretty great to run while my little girl rode her bike. When she goes fast, I can barely keep up. When she goes slow, I catch up and find my breath again.  It was fun, for a while. And then we saw the park benches - with names on them. Every 20 feet. And she wanted to read the names on them. Then there was a bug on the path. Then there were some birds in a tree. A squirrel. Now we are looking for frogs. The sign says no bikes on the floating bridge, so she gets off and walks. Not impressed though. Other people pass us on their bikes. We have a good talk. And then, there it is. A baby turtle five feet from us. Exciting. And then, oh LOOOOOK!! there are 4 big turtles out there on a log. We stay for probably ...