Diary of a MAD * FAT * WOMAN…..
Rants, Ramblings and General Diary of Juliana Wathen
It was early morning on Padre Island and I had already decided to get on the road and make the 6 hour drive home to Houston after ringing in the New Year with one of my oldest and dearest friends on South Padre Island. The weather had not been our best friend this trip, high
It’s not lost on me that some people actually lose the ability to move forward in life. They become weighted and bogged down in life by the things they spend years struggling and fighting against. They live in a state of unrest. Emotionally, physically and spiritually denied by their own short comings and insecurities. Till
Follow your heart…it is an age old saying. But today…so many of us have been trained and conditioned to be such “LEADERS” in our lives and communities that we rarely allow ourselves to relax and “FOLLOW” much of anything. We precieve “following” as the weaker option and therefore the lessor or least likely choice There is some
Healing Humanity begins with one soul. One person who has the courage to say” Heal me Father, make me whole”. I don’t ask that you take away my disease but rather that you take away the dis-ease in my spirit that impairs my body. My heart is then restored. I don’t ask that you take away the fat that clogs
A thousand wishes and dreams I hope come true for you. Peace, like calm seas, to fill your heart forever and a day Waves of Love more carefree, open and overflowing than you can ever imagine. A rock to anchor to when storms clouds gather. A star to always guide you home. I send you all this
Some days, I just don’t wanna play. Plain and simple. My mental “get up and go” has “got up and went”.I’m hesitating on the door step of life and really just want to turn around and walk my big butt right back into the house, shuck my clothes and crawl back in bed. Warm, cozy,big bed with overstuffed pillows and soft sheets. Snuggling
Okay Saturday morning…how you do’in? I’m up. Maybe not completely vertical but up none the less. I have a cup of coffee, have called two after-hours techs for equipment for a show tomorrow and since my laundry is done and the cat is fed…..I’m stuck staring at my YOGA DVD. Why is the thought of
Would Oprah be Oprah if she had a different past? Would she have the extraordinary compassion and ability to relate to all types of personal trials and tribulations had she not come from a broken and dysfunctional family and challenging early years? We all know at least bits and pieces of the story. Her mother
Diary of a MAD * FAT * WOMAN..... 