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Monday Morning Musings: On holding the reins loosely

on Dec 12, 2017

My inner control freak learned a few Advent lessons this past week. It turns out that one key to managing expectations during the holiday season is “holding the reins loosely.” Do you feel like you’re hanging on as tight as you can, letting the season drag you along at warp speed? Maybe there’s something in here for you today?

Your story, your walls, and writing your own ending

on Nov 15, 2017

I have a sign in my office that reads, “Your story begins at home.” We all have a story–each one unique. What are the things that characterize your story, and how are you writing the ending?

In search of contentment: moving towards good. and enough.

on Nov 8, 2017

Blaise Pascal wrote, “There is a God-shaped vacuum in the heart of every man which can’t be filled by any created thing, but only by God the Creator.” A recent trip to Target shone a glaring spotlight on my heart, and I didn’t like what I saw. Do you struggle with discontent? Read on…

Monday Morning Musings: On the relentless pursuit of rest

on Oct 30, 2017

I spent many years chasing busy. Thinking that somehow my life would have more value or meaning if I was doing ALL THE THINGS. Turns out I was missing my best life because I was simply too busy. How about you?

Monday Morning Musings: On stubbornness and perserverance

on Oct 23, 2017

“Hello, my name is Janine and I’m stubborn.” If you can relate to this, then maybe I’ve got something that will help you turn that trait around. Read on…

Monday Morning Musings: An unconventional beauty

on Oct 24, 2016

I visited an exhibition of some works of the Dutch and Flemish Masters a few years ago, during a short visit to Amsterdam. There were works by Van Gogh, Vermeer, Rembrandt, and Rubens, to name a few. These are considered priceless pieces of art, held under lock and key, deemed museum-worthy by someone’s standard. Crowds line up to see these masterpieces, and though some of these meticulously painted canvases are breathtaking in their detail and portrayal of subject, occasionally, I fail to see what all the fuss is about. I am the beholder and I don’t see beauty. My eyes see crude brushstrokes and muddy colour, lack of depth, distorted faces and shapes. I guess that’s why I’m not curating any museum collections. One of the pieces I had the pleasure of viewing was a little known work by Dutch artist Egon Schiele, called Portrait of Edith. Edith is the artist’s wife. By earthly...