10 Questions For When You’re Stuck

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Being stuck serves a spiritual purpose. It is fertile ground for transformation to occur. It tells you that a change is needed. ~ 7 Ways to get unstuck, HuffPost Healthy Living

No one has to tell you. You know when you’re stuck. You know how it affects you; you feel alone and sad and hopeless.

But being stuck isn’t the worst place to be. Think of it as a wakeup call. And getting the right answers often means asking the right questions.

Here are 10 questions I found on Leadership Freak that help me when I’m stuck

  1. What do you want?
  2. What does success look like?
  3. What have you tried that didn’t work?
  4. What should you stop doing?
  5. What could you try?
  6. Which options generate energy?
  7. How would you describe the behavior?
  8. When will you try it?
  9. What will you not have done, if you fail?
  10. How will you assess progress?

These questions function well as a screening exercise for me – professionally and personally. I particularly like question 6.

It immediately shines a light on any bullshit answers; in effect, saving me tons of time.


How might these questions help you? How do you get unstuck?

Friday Pick 150

Gina over at People Excited About Co-existence writes from the heart about “The living of peace during the daily minutiae of mundane tasks.” The walking and talking and living of peace right here and right now is deeply inspiring to her. I invite you to check out the wonderful idea in the post I’ve selected below, and if that grabs your attention, go ahead and poke around a bit more.

In Gina’s own words:

People who enjoy visiting here celebrate art, embrace diversity, encourage community, love cooking with calmness, enjoy unruffled event planning, delight in abundant celebrations, practice environmental stewardship, rise to the challenge of growing food in small spaces and planting native perennial beds, and rejoice in the charm to be discovered in everyday life.

This week, I’ve chosen the post below as my Friday Pick.

In this post Gina shares how outdoor plants can also function as a sound barrier…

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Barrier Planter Boxes by People Excited About Co- Existence


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They’ve gotten me from here to there

They didn’t have feelings per se, but each one of them had distinct personalities and I developed a relationship, of sorts, with each and every one of them.

The first, in many ways, was my favourite. Not the best-looking, some might even say ugly, but I’ve heard it said that one never forgets the first.

She was a 1963 Chevy Pick Up with 3 on the tree. Previously a milk delivery truck, she had a hole in the roof where the milk sign used to be.

No problem. We stuck a wine cork in the hole to keep the rain out. Her price was good. $150 as is. We called her Pig.

In spite of her looks, she performed well. Many a winter, with sandbags in the back for extra weight, she pulled 4x4s out of ditches and snow banks.

Once, my boyfriend at the time, sat in a lawn chair and made me change one of her tires. He figured I should know how to do it. You know, in case of an emergency? As he watched me struggle to get the nuts off, he offered, between sips of his beer, “When the nuts are rusted onto the bolts like that, you can loosen the crud seizing them in place if you pee on them…you know, if you don’t have WD40 handy…”

Um, yeah thanks for that…



1977 Volare

1977 Volare

When I moved to Calgary, and after Michaela was born, a dear friend gave me a car, knowing I needed to get Michaela to day care on work days.

She was a 1977 Volare, mustard yellow, could go from zero to a hundred in 20 minutes.

Needless to say, merging onto highways was a scary feat at best, with the gas petal pushed to the floor, she zoomed at about 40 km/hr down the ramp onto the Deerfoot.

At red lights, folks often looked at her, then me and burst into uncontrollable laughter. Still she had been a gift and served me well.

Cutless Sierra

Cutless Sierra

Next, another gifted car, how-lucky-am-I, a 1983 Cutless Sierra.

At first she was amazing! Cruise control. Electric windows, super-duper power steering – I felt as though I was driving a Rolls Royce.

I mean let’s take stock here for a minute.

This was my third vehicle and so far, I’d paid $150!

I named her Betty and Betty had balls, that is until the electronic-computer-chippy-thingy and fan-belt-or-temperature-regulating-gadget started to go sideways.

Translation: A great loss in power and the need to drive with the heat on full blast, all windows rolled down, during the hottest summer I can remember.

Still she did her part. She got me from here to there.

Then, came my current vehicle.

A 1999 Toyota Tercel.

My first brand-spanking-new car!

I was in seventh heaven. Just imagine driving a car that I didn’t have to put into neutral, with one foot on the brake and one on the gas to keep it from stalling out at a red light!

When I picked her up from the dealership, she had 11 km on her. She was shiny and midnight blue and clean. When I started her up she was so quiet, I wasn’t sure if she was running.

Aside from regular oil changes, she didn’t see any mechanics. I grew accustomed to not having to check the oil or anything else for that matter, I just got in, turned the key and drove to wherever I was heading.

It was life in the fast lane for about 12 years in which time, I’d bought a new battery – that’s it!

She’s starting to show some wear and tear. You know normal stuff. I had the brakes replaced a few years back, got a new water pump, and a few other items like fan belts, I don’t remember exactly.

And then most recently, a few issues were found while my mechanic did an oil change. They fixed her all up with a new gasket and everything was tickety-boo.

But just the other day, she wouldn’t start. I had some friends look at her. There was power, just no spark.

I had her towed to my mechanic, who assures me that aside from needing a new time belt kit, new spark plugs and another oil change, she’s still in remarkable shape.

So here I sit, waiting to hear that she’s all fixed up, so I can go bring her back home.

Being towed away

My baby about to be towed away


What’s your car story? Do you remember your first vehicle fondly?

Building Bridges

I like to see myself as a bridge builder, that is me building bridges between people, between races, between cultures, between politics, trying to find common ground. ~ T.D. Jakes

New bridge connects Elbow Park to Rideau community. Calgary AB 2015

New bridge connects Elbow Park to Rideau community. Calgary AB 2015

In June 2013, Calgary was devastated by the worst flood in a hundred years. You can read my personal account of events here, here and here if you wish.

A lot of work has gone into repairs since.

I was thrilled, on Wednesday, to discover that a new bridge was built, to replace the one that had been destroyed during the flood, linking Elbow Park to the Rideau community.

This bridge opens up my favourite long walk to Rideau and beyond to Sandy Beach. I feel so connected again!


The same is also true of metaphorical bridges, isn’t it?

Life’s disasters come along and due to our own, or the actions of others, bridges are destroyed.

Meaningful connections are ripped away

and it’s devastating.

The good news is that we can choose to make amends.

We can choose to repair the damage.

We can choose to build new bridges.


Friday Pick 149

Steve over at Inspired4business created his blog for the sole purpose of inspiring and encouraging others. In his blog you’ll find stories, quotes and messages meant to add something positive to your life every day. Poke around a bit after you’ve read the post I’ve highlighted below.

In Steve’s own words:

…I am from the West Midlands and I have a passion for building friendships. Working in Business I love reading, writing and learning new skills as often as I can. My aim is to create a blog (Inspired4business) where professionals, students and like-minded people from across the world can come and take something positive away. Whether it be a nugget of inspiration, a new friend/connection from the blogosphere or some material from the ‘shop page’ which is actually in the process of being developed…

This week, I’ve chosen the post below as my Friday Pick.

In this post Steve shares some of his favourite tips for a beautiful life…

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Tips for a more beautiful life by Inspired4business


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Don’t Call Her A Dork. Be Nicer.

Michaela at Peter's Drive-In, Calgary AB

Michaela at Peter’s Drive-In, Calgary AB

This past weekend, my daughter with beau-in-tow, came home to spend Easter with me.

It’s always great to see her. We don’t often get to visit as we live a three and half hour drive apart.

This time I remembered to renew my parking pass so the kids could park in my assigned spot behind my apartment building, while I legally parked on my street.

In the past, I haven’t done this, so Michaela has had to park a few streets away and move her car every few hours.

A gift from the Easter Bunny awaited Michaela's arrival

A gift from the Easter Bunny awaited Michaela’s arrival

Yeah, yeah, I won’t be getting the Mother of the Year award anytime soon!

But before you go getting all indignant about the way I treat my daughter, know that Michaela, AKA The Tornado, has her own way of getting even.

She has this uncanny ability to pretty much destroy a room seemingly by just walking into it.

Within minutes, it looks like a storm has blown through!

I don’t mind. Really. It’s a small price to pay for the pleasure of spending time with her.

My late birthday present for me from Michaela

My late birthday present from Michaela

…A few years back, Michaela and I discovered Anthropologie, a boutique store that sells unique merchandize, including a mishmash of dishes. At the time, I told Michaela that one day I would start an eclectic collection of plates and cups. She remembered this and brought me two pieces (above) to start my collection…

Hi Momma, I love you Dork.

Be nicer. Don’t call your daughter a dork. Be nicer.

One of the things I enjoy most about Michaela is her sarcastic wit.

We often lovingly jab at each other.

An endearing habit, that I’ve come to expect from Michaela every time she visits, is the writing of a message on my whiteboard.

On this last visit she added items to my to-do List.

For some reason, she felt that ‘Be nicer’ had to be stated twice.

But be nicer didn’t have to be stated at all. They brought a bottle of wine.

And wine always makes me nicer.


What did you do for the Easter weekend? What makes you nicer?

Prepare To Stop Ahead LARDA55

“Some people take offense like it’s a limited time offer.” ~ Tim Fargo

IMG_20150402_151840_edit_editI passed this sign the other day.

Don’t take it personally. I didn’t.

In fact, it made me laugh out loud. Then I took three steps back to photograph and tweet it out.

It got me thinking about all the times I take offense at the things people say.

And although words are powerful – and I’d like to think that I am careful about the words I choose – I can’t help thinking that we take far too much personally these days.

Do we step in too much to protect our children and others, thereby stripping them of their power to stand up for themselves?

Yes words have power, but I have power too – power to rise above the words used against me and what I believe to be true.

After all, who knows? Maybe that sign is a message from God to get my attention about something I need to stop. :D


What do you think? Do we need to be more careful with words? Or should we learn to “shake it off?” Or is it a little of both?