Remember what it was like as a kid to make a mess? We knew our parents would clean it up. We could play in the dirt and… Read more “Beautifully Messy”
Author: Christy Johnson
Blogger, social media marketer, humanitarian. I worked customer service jobs for over 30 years. I've worked in corporate settings, a hospital setting, and have switched gears and entered a new phase of working with social media. I love meeting new people.
Morning Movement
I woke up this morning half awake, half zombied, with my body wanting to go the opposite direction as my feet. I had been up until almost… Read more “Morning Movement”
Community
When I hear the word community, the first thing that pops in my mind is my neighborhood. Perhaps it’s because I can identify what I know better… Read more “Community”
Sacrifices
What are some of the sacrifices you make daily? Maybe you sacrifice time so that others could reap benefits? Perhaps you make sacrifices for your kids so… Read more “Sacrifices”
When We Assume
My friend Ken reminded me Wednesday that if I wanted to make changes happen in my life, that I needed to knock down the doors that were… Read more “When We Assume”
Put Yourself First
I wrote about making yourself a priority in another blog. I felt the need to reiterate this point because not only have I had to be reminded… Read more “Put Yourself First”
The Strength of Heart
It takes a lot of strength when we’re weak. Getting up when knocked on our tushes can often take all the power we can muster. Facing conflicts… Read more “The Strength of Heart”
Cracks in the Doors
Life is full of cracks and crevices. We all eagerly anticipate opportunities and often remark how we could only find a gap through a door to push… Read more “Cracks in the Doors”
Invisible Scars
Scars are marks that remain on our bodies that are usually visible. What happens when the scars on our hearts are not transparent? I know people, including… Read more “Invisible Scars”
The Hometown Feeling
One of the best feelings in the world is to be in your hometown where people know you. When Dad died, we had many people who gave… Read more “The Hometown Feeling”
