Hand holding sparkler. Text says if all you did this year was hold yourself together, I’m proud of you.
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Stay Calm and Begin Anew

As my family discussed New Year’s Eve, an interesting theme emerged. All we feel is a heavy sigh of relief and a desire to quietly, almost solemnly begin anew. I think we’re getting Mod Pizza and watching a movie.  Tomorrow the newspaper…
Blue sky with rainbow kite. Text reads: The Dailies with Elisa. Facebook.com/groups/thedailies Your daily dose for radical resilience. Mindset, health perspective
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Day 133 of the 150 day micro-journaling experiment

I started The Dailies in a dark PTSD cave. Anxiety attacks regularly sent me running to huddle in my closet with uncontrollable full body tremors that lasted for hours. This went on for months. Previously I had only experienced episodic PTSD…
What are you wishing for?
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All I want for Christmas is...surgery

This year for Christmas, I hope for a new and improved right wrist. The fall that broke my wrist in 2016 left me with daily pain and difficulty with the wrist attached to my dominant right hand. At least I've had a good excuse for my lousy…
chess board with crowned queen in the middle
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Making money does not equal winning.

Making money does not equal winning. It took nearly losing everything for me to learn that. Before the accident, I loved tracking revenue (less so the expenses, but that’s another story). Watching the red line jumping up on the spreadsheet…
Shelves stacked with boxes
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3 Steps to Opening Boxes and Wholeheartedly Embracing the Contents

We define people by boxes. Our house is a box; car is a box; job title is a box; salary is a box; skin color is a box; gender is a box; and on and on and on.... The obvious answer then is: Think Outside the Box. Except that’s unoriginal...and…
mannequin legs hanging from a beam
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You don’t mind that we’ve relocated your legs, do you?

I'm on a Southwest Airlines flight that has just landed in Sacramento, arriving ten minutes late from Denver. I have a two-and-a-half-hour layover before my last leg home to Seattle. In usual fashion, I'm the last person departing the aircraft…