I'ts only Thanksgiving if you can give thanks...
Sometimes we have to count our blessing to truly feel the healing power of gratitude in our lives.
Counting my blessings healed my life...
Hi, I am Stacey Clark, the founder of Leap, Learn, Live. I want to share a very personal account of the night I realized my life was worth living. It was nine pm on August 27th, and I was slugging around the house in my yoga pants, ready to change into my lounge pants and go to bed, when I got the call. My daughter, who lives almost two-hundred mile from me, a three-hour drive, had gone into labor and was about to give birth to my little grand-daughter who would have my middle name as hers. Without any thought at all, I packed a bag, used the potty, grabbed a bottle of water then hit the road. I had to go it alone because my husband had to work the next day. As soon as I turned on to the freeway, the lights from oncoming traffic reminded me that my eyes are repelled by them, and that I actually hate driving at night, but with petal to the metal, I pressed on. Glory be to god, I thought, for tonight it’s gonna be just me and the moon.
On the day that you were born…
One-hundred-fifty miles to Austin. Being out there under the big, moonlit, Texas sky with no one to talk to, and no radio I wanted to listen to, I started to think. I reminisced about the day my own daughter was born, and how my heart expanded when I saw her little peachy face for the first time. I thought of my son, with his curly hair, and his adventurous spirit. And, I thought about how much we all learned about life while living together, especially me. While waxing nostalgic about the Christmas we did a Haunted Hotel tour in San Francisco, CA, the memory of a not so bright day, pierced through my trance like a tiny needle pulling a thread.
Almost a candle in the wind…
One-hundred miles to Austin. As a mid-teen, 14, 15, and 16, I was troubled. I had seen too much of the bad side of life, and I was an idealist, dreaming and longing for the bright side of life, like in the movies. My reality and my dreams did not match up. So like a song being played on an un-tuned piano, I was living in a full state of dissonance; what I wanted, was not what was. I was clinically depressed and no one knew what to do about it. so no one did anything.
Ninety-eight miles to Austin. One night sitting Indian style in the floor of my makeshift bedroom at my father’s house, I made the decision that I could not bare the pain of breathing anymore, and I took pills I found in my step mother’s medicine cabinet. Full of pills and drama, I called my sister-friend Angie to tell her goodbye. Angie, understanding somehow what I meant, hung up and called my step mom, who called my dad, who rushed home and took me to the hospital. He cried and cursed me out the entire way there. The pain of that memory took up all the space in the car.
Eighty-five miles to Austin. I would like to say that was the last time I tried it, but it was not. The next time I felt so overwhelmed by life to the point of wanting to check out, I was newly pregnant with my daughter. Knowing I was not fit to be a mother, I had considered an abortion, but when I went to get the procedure, I couldn’t do it. I was all the way in the back and wearing a gown, when I jumped up off the bed and ran out. Angie was there. She and I sat in the parking lot crying, because I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t have the abortion, and at the same time, I didn’t believe I could be a good mother. It was a hard pregnancy. I was sick, I had Hyperemesis. I was super sensitive to smells, I threw-up constantly and I couldn’t swallow anything, not even my own saliva. Back then, no one knew what it was, so the so-called treatment was to ride it out.
Seventy-nine miles to Austin. Pregnant, weak, sick, single and unemployed, I felt like I was drowning in salty tears, vomit and regret. And so, I tried it again. This time I took my own pills and again, I called Angie, who this time woke her sister, who is a doctor, and the two of them made me vomit, and they put me in the hospital. Another friend, said I was his wife in order to get me treatments. My doctor tried to put me in a mental hospital. In my weak mental state, I was ready to go. But, my friend Bill said no, and he took me home.
I‘ll always love my mama…
Seventy-five miles to Austin. Soon, I moved in with my mother, who I had not been cordial with for months. I told you in the beginning, I had issues that went way back to my own dysfunctional childhood. Somehow we made it through eight months without killing each other. We slept in the same bed, fought, shopped for baby stuff and shoes, watched Dynasty and got fat together. The day my water broke, my mom took me to the hospital and later she was in the delivery room with me when I had my c-section. My baby was premature and my umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck, but she was healthy and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She was so little, I had to hold her on a pillow. My mom got her a doll’s dress to wear because even the preemie clothes were too big for her. I still remember bundling her up like a living baby doll to take her home.
The best was yet to come…
Sixty-miles to Austin. All of our lives have stretched out like saltwater toffee since then. My daughter is married with two kids and a third one on the way. My son is a world traveler and professional in PR and living in Los Angeles. And me, the neurotic, suicidal, high-school dropout, single mom and general f-up, is now mentally-mostly-stable, life-loving with a Master’s degree in of all things, education, and married to a wonderful man, and living happily in a modest home in north Texas.
Twenty mile to Austin. The moonlight on that dark and lonely road was the only witness to the joy filled river of tears I shed when I realized I could have missed all of it, two kids, three grandchildren, my career and the love of my life.
Two times, I tried to do God’s work and two times, my friends did do God’s work. My kids are my miracles, we traveled, we learned, we cooked, we laughed a lot, we dreamed, we watched movies and had picnics, we camped and explored, and we took care of each other. I cannot imagine who I would be today if my kids were not a part of my life.
The more I counted my blessing, the more blessing I had to count…
Ten miles to Austin. I began to count my blessings, it sounded like this... I am forever thankful to: My mother for taking me in, even though I was angry and unforgiving; my sister for sharing her room, babysitting and feeding the kids meat when I was going through a vegetarian phase; my family-friends Angie, Gail, Rhonda, Susan and Bill for being the family I chose and who chose me back even though I was broken; my friend for a season, Tracy for telling me, “time will pass whether you use it or not,” and for buying books that she would never read, but I did; my other friend for a few seasons Angie F, for being generous to a fault, and for teaching me how to hustle; my kids for teaching me what life is, how to grow, care, face my fears, and to be loyal; my daughter’s husband for taking impeccable care of her and their children, and my daughter specifically for always believing in me and supporting me through my failures, and my son specifically, for pushing me to do more, and for his unbridled spirit of adventure, and finally, my husband and my in-laws for loving me, flawed and all. Yes, I am married now, but I raised my kids alone, as a single mother with the help of my friends and family, and I will never forget the struggles or the triumphs, they made me who I am.
Gratitude is a gift to the giver…
One mile to Austin. Back in my sad years, I could not see my own value, let alone feel gratitude for a life filled with so much emotional pain. I thought surely the world would be better off without me, but I was wrong.
Filled with a hundred and fifty miles of bitter-sweet reflections, I made it to the hospital with time to spare. After sleeping on the world’s worst pull-out couch, for the third time in my life, I witnessed the miracle of a human being’s birth that could not, would not, have happened without me. My heart felt as big and bright as the moon that lead me there. I felt an Oprah-style, ah-ha moment, because in that moment I knew that in his infinite wisdom, God always had a plan for me and I was looking at her, them, all of them.
The scenic route will get you there sooner or later…
One-hundred and fifty miles, and I am back in Fort Worth. I often tell people that I am a late bloomer who took the scenic route to sanity. The truth is, it’s a journey and I am still on it and happy to ride it out. What I know for sure though, is that every heartbreak, misstep, tragedy, failure and mistake in my life lead me to where I am today. I am living a decadent, love-filled, passionate and amazing life, and for all of it, good and not so good, I am so very grateful. I wish I had begun recognizing and counting my blessing sooner and allowing the power of gratitude to heal my life, but better late than never.
This year for Thanksgiving I really and truly know what all I am thankful for and it's not the food, it's the people who have stood by me and made my life richer.
Happy Thanksgiving to you!
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Hi it’s Stacey Clark, founder of Leap, Learn, Live and I want to talk to you today about why we all need to tell our girls that they are smart, strong and worthy. Growing up in a male dominated society, we often hear girls being referred to as the superficial things a person can see without going deep or getting to know her such as: pretty, beautiful, sexy or gorgeous. Boys on the other hand are referred to as smart, ambitious, strong and sometimes handsome.
All of this may seem innocent enough when a young person is still young, but as they grow up, often they are still identifying with what their chief caregivers and later society, told them about who they are. I bet you see where I am headed here. Yes, we need to tell girls early on that they are smart, strong and worthy, but we need to tell our little boys that girls are smart, strong and worthy too.
Mom, your word is a magic wand!
As a mom, you are the chief caregiver of your children and what you say to them is the foundation for who they become. For this reason it is vitally important that you carefully choose how you use words to tell your children who they are. It’s true, parents tell kids who they are, mine did, your’s did, and now you do. When a child is born, they have no concept about who or what they are. They are a blank slate.
However, at the a very early age, kids start knowing and becoming who they are going to be, based on what the people who take care of them tell them about who and what they are (this falls under the heading of nurturing). Many parents don’t even realize they have this much power over their kids. Nevertheless, it is still power, whether you use it wisely or not is up to you.
Why is this a big deal?
That’s easy, women are the face of poverty world-wide. So, what all causes holistic poverty for women? I am not sure on all fronts, however, I believe part of the problem is the language we use to teach girls how to view themselves, versus the language we use when teaching boys how to view themselves. We say girls are pretty, beautiful, cute, sexy therefore, girls are taught to focus on their appearances, meanwhile, boys are taught to focus on being smart and strong. Both girls and boys are taught that this is a man’s world.
Children tend to live up to the expectations their parents and society put before them. If you tell a girl she is pretty or a boy he is smart, much of their personal identity and self-esteem may be formed around those traits for the rest of their lives. Also, they will learn to see each other in these terms as well, girls are supposed to be pretty, boys are supposed to be smart and strong.
Isn’t it time for a change?
We have to change the way we use language to describe what boys and girls are. For things to change, girls need to see and experience themselves as more than pretty, but so do boys. From an early age, boys need to be taught that girls are smart, strong and worthy too. The language we use to explain who and what girls are to both girls and boys has to be equal if girls and women are ever to be equals.
Here are some things smart moms do to positively influence their girls and boys:
Okay, super awesome mom, your turn. If no one has told you lately, let me do the honors, “You are smart, strong and worthy!”
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Need a good reason to vote?
Hi Super Moms, it's Stacey Clark of Leap, Learn, Live. I want to talk to you today about your vote. Tomorrow, Tuesday November 6th is your chance to influence the way your kids experience the world. However, you might not be feeling like you know enough to make a difference. I totally feel you and I want to help.
As a young, single mother, bogged down by the responsibility of being the sole caregiver to two amazing young people, I never cast even a single vote. In fact, I didn’t even have the inclination to vote until I was thirty years old. I was busy struggling, and I didn’t have the time, nor the know-how to go and vote. "Vote for what?" I thought. I had not found my civic voice yet and I did not realize how important my little, “I don’t know much about government,” voice meant to my kids, who meant the world to me. That’s right, my voice and my vote back then may have had a positive impact on my kid's education, health, housing and nutrition. Today, your voice absolutely can impact these things. I missed my chance back then, but you don't need to. I want to help.
Below there are two sections:
So, what is voting all about?
Okay so, I don’t want to overload you with a whole history on democracy and voting so I will give you the basics.
Listen, moms, I know that when you see two candidates who are both just shy of being awful, it can be difficult to muster the energy to go and support either one of them. But, your vote is not in support of them as much as it should be in support of your values. If you value clean air, equal opportunity and a bright future for your kids through education, you need to find the party that best lines up with your vision for their future.
Never voted before, no problem...
An issue I had with voting in the early days was, I didn’t know how to do it.
I was registered, but I had no idea what the process would be like. The first time I actually made it to the polls, I felt so relieved when I realized it was really easy. All I had to do was follow the directions.
Here are my tips for first time voters:
Weigh in later and let us know how it went.
The main thing here is knowing you did all you could to ensure your family's future. Wehn you vote make sure you keep them in mind.
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October 11th is International Day of the Girl!
Hi , It's Stacey Clark, founder of Leap, Learn, Live. This year marks the second year I've had the honor of walking through the streets of downtown Fort Worth, in shoulder to shoulder solidarity with hundreds of other women, girls, boys and even some men. No, it’s not a rodeo; it’s all about girls.
And yes, that's me with a bun and no earrings. I was in a hurry.
When girls succeed, we all succeed...
In the midst of a Fall rain storm, there I was with my co-workers and hundreds of others, flag wielding and chanting, “Who runs the world…girls!” while marching down the center of main street, in step with the awesome beats of Dunbar High school's drum-line that brought up the rear, It was amazing, and I felt euphoric. The energy of the crowd was palpable. Once we made it to Sundance Square, we heard young lady after young lady share their dreams and their commitment to them. They heard us, the crowd cheer them on, in support of both them and their dreams. I imagine that any girl who got on that stage, was filled with the positive power and can-do spirit of the crowd, and I hope that one day each will return victoriously to that stage, sharing how Day of the Girl impacted their lives and success.
If you have never joined a march, may I suggest that you do so soon. And, if you are not much for marching against issues, might I propose you join the march for girl’s empowerment. You will not regret it and you will never forget it. Every October 11th, we can count on Girl’s Inc., to organize this exciting event to celebrate International Day of the Girl.
A little history
International Day of the Girl, first started back in 2012, by the United Nations. According to the UN’s website, “The day aims to highlight and address the needs and challenges girls face, while promoting girls' empowerment and the fulfillment of their human rights.” If this is not worth marching through the streets for, I don’t know what is.
If you missed it this year, be sure to find out who is organizing your local event next year, and if you can’t find one, I am certain the UN would be happy to tell you how to organize one.
Who runs the world….? Girls!
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If you are being physically abused, or if you know some one who is being abused, call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1−800−799−7233 or TTY 1−800−787−3224.
If it is a life or death situation, call your local police at 911 right now.
Hi, my name is Stacey Clark and I am the founder of Leap, Learn, Live. I want to talk to you about domestic violence because it is the kind of abuse that keeps going on long after the original abuser is gone. As a child, I witnessed the brutal beatings my mother suffered at the hands of my father, and as a child I was riddled with guilt because I was unable to help my mother. It's been forty plus years but my guilt and the memory of those vicious beatings still have the power to reduce me to tears. It turns out that the violence in my home left emotional scars on everyone, we just didn't realize it. I am quite certain that on some level each of us has battled PTSD brought on by childhood trauma. As a family we are still trying to heal. No woman or child should have to struggle through life because of the shame, guilt and insecurity brought on by domestic violence.
This is why I am sharing my story and information I've gathered that could very well save a woman's life and her children's future. As we near the end of National Domestic Violence Awareness Month in America, I want to talk frankly to both women who are being abused, and people who are witnesses to abuse. My goal is to empower women and good Samaritan's with the information they need.
First, I need to say is this…
“It is never, ever, on any day of the year, okay for a person to batter, mentally or physically abuse another human being!”
I am no expert, but growing up in the house with a physically abusive father taught me that a man who will beat and abuse his woman will kill her, or try to!
The simple truth is; hurt people, hurt people, and broken people will break other people. Ladies, these angry, broken men have an inability to navigate interpersonal relationships because of their own inner turmoil, but their condition is not your fault. You do not owe them anything. If you are being abused; do like the movie said and, “Get Out!”
For the abused...
Know who you are dealing with...
NOTICE: Abusive men may be crazy, but they are not stupid. Ladies, DO NOT try to reason with an abusive person, ever. They are mentally or emotionally ill, not stupid. Beating on you is what they want to do, and they will not willingly give that up. They will do what they need to do to keep you under their control for as long as they can. They will isolate you from family and friends. They will keep you broke and dependent on them. They will threaten to kill you and your kids (it's no threat, they will try to do it).
Also ladies, know this like you know your own name, if they beat you, and then say, “I’m sorry. I love you,” it’s a lie! They are not sorry, in fact they are more energized by beating you. It makes them feel superior and strong. And no, they do not love you. They cannot love you. They are incapable of loving you. But, they are very good at lying and being dramatic. Again, just get out as soon as possible because it will happen again and again.
Quit lying to yourself. The abusive person may not be the only one with a flare for the dramatic in the relationship. Your own ego may be lying to you, and feeding off the negative drama. If your ego is telling you that an abusive person needs you, or that you can do something, anything to change that person, it is lying to you. Here are the facts and what you must do to save yourself:
The ones you trust most have the power to do you the most harm. Men are not the only sick people in the world. When my mom was dealing with my father's abuse, it turned out to be her so-called friends who were egging him on. Later in life, one of them actually told me that she didn't feel remorse because my mom had everything and she had so little. Jealousy is an ugly character trait, and women have it as much as men. When you are ready to make a move, you need to be your own best friend until you are safely away from that man. Think of it like this, if your friends or family were willing to watch you get beat without trying to get you to safety, they are not to be trusted. To get safe:
For witnesses of abuse...
Know the signs...
Domestic violence is happening all around us, and the chances that you know someone who is being abused are pretty good. However, you may not know who it is. It could be your best friend, sister, daughter, mother, cousin or a co-worker. There are tell-tale signs you can look for. Keep an eye out for things like:
Safely get involved...
NOTICE: If you see or hear someone being abused, call the police at 911. Get video footage if you can do so without drawing attention to yourself. Do not go to the house, or get in to an altercation with the abuser. Dangerous men are just that. I have a friend who while walking down a busy street, saw a man beating a woman so he said to the guy, “That’s not cool” as he passed by. The man shot him in the back. He almost died. He was just fourteen years old at the time. If you want to help, bang on something loud, or do what you can to distract the abuser, but do not get yourself in the crossfire of his rage.
Once you have a chance to talk to the woman, give her information about the National Domestic Violence Hotline, and discreetly help her to get to a safe haven nearest her. These days you can send her in an Uber. I say this because I wouldn't want her crazy man, coming after you in a fit of revenge. Remember, he is crazy not stupid, and some how crazy folks seem to be more resourceful than the rest of us. Go figure. Also, there is the chance that she will go back to him and I wouldn't want you to get hurt, only to have to watch her go back.
Being a good Samaritan has to be it's own reward when it come to things like this. So, do good deeds, but be smart and safe. Help, but do not sacrifice you or your family's safety to do so. Knowing in advance how you will handle a situation like this is probably the key, and with the stats so high (1 in 4), it seems to me, everyone needs to have a plan in wait because more than likely it will be your turn to kick in more sooner than later.
Once again, if you know someone who is being abused, you can contact the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1−800−799−7233 or TTY 1−800−787−3224 for advice on how to best help her. Or call 911 if it is an emergency.
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Supporting good works is good for the soul
When bad things happen in the world, people always hope that someone is going to address it. Marching to stop injustices, fighting fires when it’s too much for just firemen, providing food for the hungry, tutoring under privileged children and adults, and picking up trash in local parks does not happen on its own. It’s real work and there are people who are willing to take the time to do it.
What about you?
Every day we go out in to the world to do the work that pays the bills. If we are lucky that work is well aligned with our values, and with what we want to see in our world. More often however, we are working to pay the bills and maintain the world that resides at our own address. We do what we need to do to survive. But, what about the world we live in? We live here to, how are we supporting it and the work we know needs to be done?
Some Soulful Benefits of Supporting Good Work
Before I started Leap, Learn, Live, I had to ask myself, how I could best serve the world while sustaining myself. The answer back then is the same answer today. I can do it by supporting others whose work is helping to change, sustain or better the world. Volunteering, making donations and becoming a positive social media advocate are a few ways we can all change the world and keep our day jobs and soothe our souls.
So why should we?
Okay, Volunteering: There are benefits you can experience when you volunteer. According to Helpguide.org, there are four key benefits of volunteering:
So, If you've ever wondered, “What is my purpose?” Or, "How can I make a difference in the world? I can tell you, volunteering with, giving to, and actively supporting organizations whose work you admire on social media, will help you to put that question to rest once and for all.
Even if you don’t give to Leap, Learn, Live, (although I hope you will), do your soul a solid and support an organization whose work, you like knowing is being done.
Hi super awesome moms,
Being a single mom doesn't mean you don't deserve to experience a full and exciting life that is authentic to who you are, and what you want out of life. What is does mean is that with all of the single mom challenges you face, to get what you want, you may need to learn how to define and design those things into your life, based on your own unique circumstances. While all single moms share one thing in common (you are raising your kids as a lone ranger), how we became single parents, and what we value as single moms are all things that are specific to us as individuals. L3 Lifestyle Design is meant to help individuals define and design their own authentic life experiences in a fun, supportive and systematic way.
What is Lifestyle Design?
When people hear the term Lifestyle Design they often envision some super fit person, running on the beach in Maui, or with the Bulls in Spain. Kinda showing-off how awesome they are, if you will. But, L3 Lifestyle Design is more than pushing yourself to the limits and capturing it on Instagram. When done right, L3 Lifestyle Design can help you figure out how to steer your real life in the directions you really want to go. It can assist you in setting yourself on a course for personal empowerment and success. At it's foundation, L3 Lifestyle Design can help you take a deep and intimate look at the way you live now to help you make meaning of it and build upon it. It can help you to create a set of values and principles to guide you and keep you on your own path. And, when done with commitment and conviction, L3 Lifestyle Design can help you design your way-forward to a better life for you and your family.
Is it about running on the beach, doing Yoga on cliffs or embracing a Vegan lifestyle? It could be, if that's what you truly want and value. The goal is to get down to the very heart of what you really want, need and value, and to use those things as a basis for pretty much everything you do. So, if you really want to experience the wind in your hair as you drive down PCH ( Pacific Coast Highway), or booty bump-ups as you gallop down bridal paths on a horse in Austin's wine country, or to just have tea with someone you love while sitting on your own front porch at the crack of dawn, L3 Lifestyle Design will help you design those experiences and a million more, into your life.
Question: If you had an opportunity to do anything in the world, what would you do?
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AND remember this, be blessed, not stressed, Stacey
On Saturday May 19th at three o’clock in the morning, I lethargically rolled out of my bed to join the largest wedding watch party I’d ever been compelled to be a part of. In my robe and with my hair a complete mess, I sat on my sofa alone in the dark to watch as history unfolded. I knew that both Meghan Markle and Prince Harry, now the Duke and Duchess of Sussex, would make a lovely couple. However, it wasn’t them I was anxiously waiting for. By four o’clock I had coffee in hand, and I watched and waited for the moment when Doria Ragland, Meghan Markle’s mother showed up on the world’s stage. It was roughly six o’clock when the burgundy Rolls Royce carrying the Mother of the Bride and her lovely daughter was captured on film by CNN’s chitty chat heads.
Since the engagement of Meghan Markle to Prince Harry, my interest was really peaked about her mother, and what she must be thinking as her one and only child makes history. Based on articles I read and heard, I knew that she raised Meghan primarily as a single mother. If you know nothing else about me, know this, I love single mothers. Single mothers are the least touted humans, and some of the most targeted for negative stereo-typing, but the most worthy of praise and public support. Being a single mother myself, I know what it is to feel unsupported, so I wanted to support Doria and Meghan, but Doria first, and I wanted to see what I could learn from her. After all, she did raise a smart and talented daughter who is making history.
Doria showed us "how-to" keep our cool. As the mother of the Bride Doria was the epitome of a dignified woman and mother. When my daughter was married back in 2012, I was a mess. I realized at the last minute that I was no longer going to be her next-of-kin, and that I was not going to be in control of her fate, health or happiness anymore. I panicked. At one point I even changed my mind. I didn’t want to give my daughter away. She married a great guy and I love him like my own son, but initially I was scared. What I saw in Doria’s eyes as she watched her daughter and her new son-in-law make history, brought me to tears because I know what it feels like to watch your daughter pledge her life (the life you gave her, nurtured and supported), to another human being. It’s hard, but Doria held it together like a pro. But when she did tear-up, I teared-up with her, a salty sweet mix of joy, pride and fear.
Doria also showed us "how-to" be ourselves. As a woman of color, Doria showed up as herself and not a pressed and curled imitation of herself. As a woman of color in America, I’ve been struggling for years with how to show up as myself in the corporate space. Doria showed all of how to do it. I watched her as one single mother watches another for life altering hints and how-tos, and she certainly delivered. The first thing I noticed was that this beautiful woman showed up as herself. From her graying dreadlocks to the tiny stud in her adorable freckled nose. She made it clear that she was, and is a woman of both color and culture (cudos for that) and that she would not compromise who she is, even for the Royals.
I could gush on but I won’t. I just wanted everyone to know, I think she rocks really hard! As time pushes forward, I hope to hear more about Doria, and I hope her story is one we all come to know as a single mom success story. As a demographic, we could use a bunch more of those.
We all know however, we don’t have to be the mother of the Duchess of Sussex to be a successful single mom.
Everyday a single mom wakes and gets her kids to school safely and on time is a day of success.
Every day a single mom’s kids return home safely from school, practice, or their father’s house is a day of success.
So, press on single mums. Who knows, maybe your kid will one day lead you to the worlds stage, and once you get there be sure to take a lesson from Doria Ragland and show up as yourself, because like her, you are awesome, just the way you are!
Mobile Tech is "Mama's Little Helper"
Hi super awesome working mom. You work hard all day long and nights too. You could use a break, or at least some help. I think you deserve a special helper. One that can assist you in managing your life, home and career. Wouldn’t that be nice? Well guess what, you probably have one already but maybe you just haven’t trained it to do all of those things we just agreed that you deserve and need. It’s your mobile technology. Specifically, I am talking about your smartphones, tablets and laptops. Just like a puppy, once you train em you will love em like family.
Why aren’t you using your technology?
I would be willing to bet, most of you are not even using 10% of what your mobile device is capable of, and I know why. You simply don’t know how. Am I right? And, you don’t know how because it takes time to learn new stuff and maybe you just haven’t found the time.
A plan that might work
The thing is, new technology is overwhelming at first, but if you take it one small piece at a time, you will be amazed at what you can learn and do. If you pick just one feature a week to learn about, before you know it, you will have customized your devices to be the “mama’s little helper” they are capable of being. Just one a week. I would probably start first with learning about the device's features.
Where can you learn to use your mobile devices?
Start first with learning about your device(s), one at a time, before you focus on apps. YouTube and Google are your new besties and go-tos for quick and convenient tutorials. All you need to know is the type of device you have, google it and find videos. Most manufacturers have their own tutorials these days as well. It really is that easy.
So, pick a day and a time to learn about your device(s). Remember just one at a time. After all, you deserve to know what all they can do for you if they are going to take up space in your home and life.
Please be sure to share all of the tips and tricks you learn, and links to where you learned it with your gal-pal community (we need to work on that name) in the space below.
Peace and Blessing Moms