Comments for Find Your Equilibrium

Comment on Trust the Bike by Amie

Amie — Wed, 25 Apr 2012 14:24:46 +0000

Thank you, Starla! It is amazing to me how seemingly unrelated parts of my life come together (i.e., cycling and caregiving, and balance!).

Comment on Trust the Bike by Starla West

Starla West — Wed, 25 Apr 2012 07:02:56 +0000

What a nicely-written and inspirational post! Thank you, Amie!

Comment on A Tribute by Nancy Myrland

Nancy Myrland — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 03:16:25 +0000

Amy, what a kind thing to do…to share my Mom with your readers. I was touched when you asked if you could, and even more now when I come here and see Mom’s picture on your blog. Thank you for sharing us, and thank you for all of your kindness during this journey. I’m glad we’ve connected, and look forward to more in the future because your heart is huge.

Thanks again.

xoxo,

Nancy

Comment on Rest, Restore, Rejuvenate by Lynn Zettler | Get your rest—in hospital or jail?

Lynn Zettler | Get your rest—in hospital or jail? — Tue, 18 Oct 2011 13:33:17 +0000

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Comment on Rest, Restore, Rejuvenate by Kola

Kola — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 17:47:47 +0000

that last line has me cracking up! i made a commitment a few weeks ago to sleep 7 hours every single day. no exceptions. for the most part, i’ve been faithful and let me tell you, i can tell the difference in my alertness and overall energy levels. i may work pull a 14 hour work day with no breaks but when i’m sleeping. i’m sleeping till i get my 7 hours. of course, i don’t have any kids yet but that’s a whole different story. anyway, thanks for sharing such great info. there’s comfort in knowing that we’re all in this together

cheers,
Kola

Comment on Rest, Restore, Rejuvenate by Darby Rae

Darby Rae — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 18:23:21 +0000

Earlier this year I had food poisoning and was so sick I couldn’t move. I remember laying in bed (in agony) thinking, this isn’t so bad…at least I don’t feel guilty for not being productive!

Sunday I am taking the day for me…no food poisoning, surgery or jail required. Great message, Amie.

Comment on An Ounce of Prevention… by Allison M.

Allison M. — Wed, 29 Jun 2011 15:40:08 +0000

Hi Amie,
These tips are very helpful. I am currently “sandwiched” amongst both of my parents and an aunt. At times it can be very overwhelming. I have had to tread this new territory in the last 3 years. Thanks for the insight.

Allison McClain

Comment on Finding your Funny Bone by Amie

Amie — Wed, 22 Jun 2011 23:06:36 +0000

Todd, thanks again for this comment. My condolences on your loss. You are right – laughter is the best medicine – and it’s even better when we can savor memories of our loved ones laughing and enjoying life as you mention. Thanks for reading and commenting!
–Amie

Comment on Finding your Funny Bone by Todd

Todd — Wed, 22 Jun 2011 15:05:30 +0000

When I was let go from an employer (for something as silly as pushing a button—which was considered working off the clock), I stunned my boss when I laughed at the situation. It was a devastating loss for me, but I couldn’t help but find the humor in it.

That was almost 5 years ago. Since then, I’ve developed a self-deprecating sense of humor that has earned me a decent bit of recognition, and has spurred me to use my humor in various creative writing projects. It’s my medicine. It’s kept me healthy. It’s helped me deal with tragic events.

More recently, as my grandfather aged beyond 90 years, his family was still encouraged by his humor and his ability to laugh. He was an amazing storyteller, and at his funeral, his son-in-law gave a fitting eulogy; it was a story much like Grandpa would tell. It made us all laugh (and cry) and made us realize that Grandpa would want us to laugh.

Laughter really is the best medicine.

Comment on Children Speak the Truth by Sola

Sola — Sat, 14 May 2011 04:54:27 +0000

Amie,

So glad you wore red shoes to the funerals. My grandfather’s burial in Nigeria was a celebration filled with bright colors in rememberance of his life; black was no where to be found. Although, I’ve lived through my own tragic funeral, I believe that somewhere in all the misery of grief is a glimmer of hope & joy because we are fortunate to have known the person. You & your son are blessed to have known her.

I enjoyed reading your blog.

Sola