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		<title>Confessions of a Recovering Slob</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2015 11:01:18 +0000</pubDate>
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<p>In Alcoholics Anonymous, when someone stops drinking they are referred to as a recover<em>ing</em> rather than a recover<em>ed</em> alcoholic. I’m surmising the theory behind this is that there is finality in the word recovered, so if a person drinks &#8230; <a class="more" href="https://suzannevince.com/2015/04/life-lessons-from-a-recovering-slob/">Read the rest <span class="widget-title-link">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<p>In Alcoholics Anonymous, when someone stops drinking they are referred to as a recover<em>ing</em> rather than a recover<em>ed</em> alcoholic. I’m surmising the theory behind this is that there is finality in the word recovered, so if a person drinks again, they are no longer recovered. Same can be said for overeaters, gamblers and, well, slobs (*raises right hand*).<span id="more-3075"></span></p>
<p>Personally, I prefer the term “clutter addict”. I think it’s more politically correct. And it sounds more…gentle. Don’t you think? Now, I know you may be thinking, Suzanne, let’s just call a spade a spade. But bear with me. There <em>is</em> a difference between slovenliness and laziness. See for yourself:</p>
<figure id="attachment_3081" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-3081" style="width: 300px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Dirty-Kitchen.jpg" class="image-link"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="size-medium wp-image-3081" src="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Dirty-Kitchen-300x225.jpg" alt="A Slovenly Kitchen. Photo courtesy of Google Images" width="300" height="225" srcset="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Dirty-Kitchen-300x225.jpg 300w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Dirty-Kitchen-400x300.jpg 400w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Dirty-Kitchen.jpg 600w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a><figcaption id="caption-attachment-3081" class="wp-caption-text">A Slovenly Kitchen. Photo courtesy of Google Images</figcaption></figure>
<figure id="attachment_3084" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-3084" style="width: 300px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Cluttered-Kitchen.jpg" class="image-link"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="size-medium wp-image-3084" src="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Cluttered-Kitchen-300x206.jpg" alt="A Cluttered Kitchen. Photo courtesy of Google Images" width="300" height="206" srcset="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Cluttered-Kitchen-300x206.jpg 300w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Cluttered-Kitchen-438x300.jpg 438w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Cluttered-Kitchen.jpg 600w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a><figcaption id="caption-attachment-3084" class="wp-caption-text">A Cluttered Kitchen. Photo courtesy of Google Images</figcaption></figure>
<p>For years now (thirteen to be exact), every room in my house looked something like this. One half being his, the other being mine:</p>
<figure id="attachment_3120" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-3120" style="width: 300px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Before-and-After.jpg" class="image-link"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="size-medium wp-image-3120" src="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Before-and-After-300x169.jpg" alt="Guess which side would be mine? Photo via Google images." width="300" height="169" srcset="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Before-and-After-300x169.jpg 300w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Before-and-After-500x281.jpg 500w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Before-and-After.jpg 630w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a><figcaption id="caption-attachment-3120" class="wp-caption-text">Guess which side would be mine? Photo via Google images.</figcaption></figure>
<p><strong>Until my addiction to Home &amp; Garden TV (HGTV).</strong></p>
<p>Two years ago, while home recovering from breast cancer surgery, I became addicted to HGTV. While my most recent obsession is Fixer Upper, I also love Rehab Addict, Flip or Flop and Property Brothers (to mention but a few). The thing I love most about these shows is how light and airy (translation: neat, tidy, <em>clutter-free</em>) the home is when it’s finished.</p>
<p>As I looked around at the stacks of stuff (magazines I intended to read…someday, Soduku puzzles, catalogs with beautiful furnishings and decorative ideas) littering tabletops, countertops and desktops, I started to feel…heavy. Burdened.</p>
<p>Over the next year, the feeling grew worse. A major project at work stole every last ounce of energy I had, as well as the time I used to spend doing things I enjoyed. Things that brought me joy. I was completely overwhelmed by the mountains of unread magazines, junk mail I needed to sort through, and piles of clothes (and other stuff) I hadn’t had time to put away. Even my email accounts (I have four, including work) were jammed with messages (mostly junk) that I didn’t have time to delete or respond to.<!--more--></p>
<p><strong>The time had come to take drastic action. I had to eliminate the Overwhelm from my life.</strong></p>
<p>Here’s how I did it.</p>
<p><a href="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/3-Secrets-from-a-Slob.jpg" class="image-link"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-3090" src="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/3-Secrets-from-a-Slob-300x225.jpg" alt="3 Secrets from a Slob" width="300" height="225" srcset="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/3-Secrets-from-a-Slob-300x225.jpg 300w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/3-Secrets-from-a-Slob-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/3-Secrets-from-a-Slob-400x300.jpg 400w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/3-Secrets-from-a-Slob.jpg 1600w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a></p>
<p><strong>Step One: Attack The Email<br />
</strong>Most of us, whether we’re willing to admit it or not, spend far more time in cyberspace than we should (winking at ya, babe). You can reduce that time significantly simply by reducing the number of emails you receive.</p>
<p>The first thing I did was unsubscribe to every unwanted email I&#8217;d received in the previous 90 days (yes, I was backlogged that far). I could simply have chosen to delete them, but then, like ants, they would just reappear. Instead, I pulled out the Raid and got rid of them permanently. (Note: in some cases the emails will continue to come. You may have to write them a friendly little reminder that you do not EVER want to hear from them again.) The relief I feel now when I open my email and see only those I <em>want</em> to see was worth the time and effort I spent doing this.</p>
<p>The second thing I did was to unsubscribe from the blogs and newsletters I no longer read because I either don’t have the time or I&#8217;m no longer interested in the subject matter (mostly the former). This includes blogs written by friends, people I care about, even people who might be subscribers of this blog. But there are only so many hours in a day. Something other writers understand all too well.</p>
<p>Lastly, because emails, like rabbits, tend to multiply and reproduce quickly, I make it a practice to unsubscribe immediately to any uninvited or unwanted email.</p>
<p><strong>Step Two: Don’t Tidy, Declutter</strong></p>
<p>First it’s important to understand the difference between <em>tidying</em> and <em>decluttering</em>.</p>
<p><em>Tidying</em> is the act of <em>bringing order to</em> or <em>neatly arranging </em> your stuff. <em>Decluttering</em> means <em>to remove unnecessary items</em>.</p>
<p>Have you ever noticed that within days (hours, even, if you have children) of <em>tidying</em> your home, the clutter seems to have spread all over again? The reason is that you have not reduced the amount of stuff you have. You’ve simply shuffled it around in a naive attempt to bring order to the chaos.</p>
<p><strong>Newsflash: Tidying will NEVER work!</strong></p>
<p>Trust me, I know. You need to declutter. You need to remove your unnecessary items. And guess what, it’s almost all unnecessary!</p>
<p>When my husband and I were done decluttering our house, we nearly filled our garage with bags of clothes, boxes of kitchen <em>stuff</em>, books, and other miscellaneous items. It was, well, liberating (except for the part where my husband accused me of going too far by throwing away a couple of chicken bones).</p>
<p>Here are a few tips on how to do this:</p>
<ol>
<li>Don’t start small. Like ripping a bandaid off in one swift blow, you need to set aside an entire weekend and purge your entire house at one time.</li>
<li>Start with the easy stuff, like books and clothes. Save the mementos and photos for last. By then, you’ll not only be an expert at purging, you’ll be too tired to give a shit anymore.</li>
<li>Purge by category, not by room. For instance, you might have clothes in multiple closets in the house. Drag all your clothes into one room and go through them in one sitting.</li>
<li>When determining what stays and what goes, hold each item in your hands and ask yourself, does this item bring me joy? If not, it goes. Even if someone you care about (including me) gave it to you. If it no longer serves you, or you have no sentimental attachment to it (more on this in number 6), let it go.</li>
<li>Do not keep something because you might use it <em>someday</em>. A book for instance. If the desire to read it comes back at a later date, buy the eBook version of it. The author will thank you, and so will your house.</li>
<li>If you share a home with someone, be respectful of their needs. If something you think might not have value is important to them, don&#8217;t question it (in all fairness, I tossed the wish bones <em>before</em> I knew they were sentimental to him&#8230;once I knew I immediately retrieved them from the trash, despite the fact that by then they were covered in cat puke&#8230;I even washed them for him).</li>
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<p><strong>Step Three: Learn to Say No</strong></p>
<p>I read a book recently called <em>The Sweet Spot: Finding Your Groove at Home and Work</em> by Christine Carter. In it, she recommends making a list of your top five priorities in life and spending 95% of your time doing them. That means only 5% for everything else. For some, this may sound drastic, if not impossible.<strong><br />
</strong></p>
<p>Most women I know have a hard time saying no when people ask them to do something. Sure, I’ll be President of your committee. Come to your fourth Tupperware party (this month)? No problem, what are best friends for? Sure thing sweetheart, I will gladly drive you and your friends to soccer practice—today and every day—no need for the other parents to pitch in and help once in a while.</p>
<p>Surprisingly, this one was easy for me. My husband, being in the military, is away from home a lot. Thankfully, he&#8217;s home most weekends. My family and friends understand that my weekends are sacred.</p>
<p>Life is short, why drudge through it tired and resentful? Saying no won’t make you a bad person. In fact, it will make you a better person. You’ll have more time and energy for your family, your work, and yourself.</p>
<p>I wish I&#8217;d taken Before pictures to show you the comparison, but here are a few After photos.</p>
<figure id="attachment_3093" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-3093" style="width: 225px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Bedroom-After.jpg" class="image-link"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="size-medium wp-image-3093" src="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Bedroom-After-225x300.jpg" alt="Bedroom after Decluttering. Photo by Suzanne Whitfield Vince" width="225" height="300" srcset="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Bedroom-After-225x300.jpg 225w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Bedroom-After-768x1024.jpg 768w" sizes="(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px" /></a><figcaption id="caption-attachment-3093" class="wp-caption-text">Bedroom after Decluttering. Photo by Suzanne Whitfield Vince</figcaption></figure>
<figure id="attachment_3096" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-3096" style="width: 300px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Desk4Best.jpg" class="image-link"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="size-medium wp-image-3096" src="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Desk4Best-300x225.jpg" alt="My writing room. Photo by Suzanne Whitfield Vince" width="300" height="225" srcset="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Desk4Best-300x225.jpg 300w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Desk4Best-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Desk4Best-400x300.jpg 400w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a><figcaption id="caption-attachment-3096" class="wp-caption-text">My writing room. Photo by Suzanne Whitfield Vince</figcaption></figure>
<figure id="attachment_3102" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-3102" style="width: 225px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Kitchen-Counter-After.jpg" class="image-link"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="size-medium wp-image-3102" src="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Kitchen-Counter-After-225x300.jpg" alt="Kitchen counter after decluttering. Photo by Suzanne Whitfield Vince" width="225" height="300" srcset="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Kitchen-Counter-After-225x300.jpg 225w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Kitchen-Counter-After-768x1024.jpg 768w" sizes="(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px" /></a><figcaption id="caption-attachment-3102" class="wp-caption-text">Kitchen counter after decluttering. Photo by Suzanne Whitfield Vince</figcaption></figure>
<p>Now that I’ve eliminated the clutter from my house, I feel light of spirit. Like a heavy burden has been lifted. It’s easy to put something back where it belongs. It’s easy to keep things <em>tidy</em>. Even for a recovering slob.</p>
<p>What about you? Do you feel overwhelmed by <em>stuff?</em> Are you successful at <em>tidying</em> your house (and keeping it that way)? Do you have any secrets to share?</p>
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		<title>Life From the Rearview Mirror</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Dec 2013 13:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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<p>I wish I could take back all the New Year&#8217;s Eves where I said “good riddance” to another crappy year. I wish I had then what I have now. Perspective. A passion for life. And an understanding &#8230; <a class="more" href="https://suzannevince.com/2013/12/life-in-retrospect-2013/">Read the rest <span class="widget-title-link">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<p>I wish I could take back all the New Year&#8217;s Eves where I said “good riddance” to another crappy year. I wish I had then what I have now. Perspective. A passion for life. And an understanding that, even during challenging times, there is beauty in life.</p>
<p>As I look back over 2013, I’ll admit it’s difficult to remember the first 111 days because, compared to the rest of the year so far, they were pretty Vanilla. Not that there’s anything wrong with Vanilla. It’s just not, well, Chocolate.</p>
<p>And so, the life lessons I gained this year began on the day I was told I needed a breast biopsy, April 22<sup>nd</sup>. And here they are, in chronological order:</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<figure id="attachment_332" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-332" style="width: 245px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/You-Know-You-Need-a-Vacation-Seashell.jpg" class="image-link"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-332  " alt="Hawaiian Seashell. Photo by Suzanne Vince" src="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/You-Know-You-Need-a-Vacation-Seashell-1024x576.jpg" width="245" height="138" srcset="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/You-Know-You-Need-a-Vacation-Seashell-1024x576.jpg 1024w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/You-Know-You-Need-a-Vacation-Seashell-300x168.jpg 300w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/You-Know-You-Need-a-Vacation-Seashell-500x281.jpg 500w" sizes="(max-width: 245px) 100vw, 245px" /></a><figcaption id="caption-attachment-332" class="wp-caption-text">Hawaiian Seashell. Photo by Suzanne Vince</figcaption></figure>
<p><strong>Paradise: Found</strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br />
</span>A month before my bilateral mastectomy, Hubby and I went to Kauai where we discovered the Island Paradise’s best kept secret: The Pacific Missile Range Facility (PMRF). Seriously, if your or your significant other is or was in the military, you must know about this place.</p>
<p>The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pacific_Missile_Range_Facility">PMRF</a> is the world’s largest instrumented, multi-dimensional testing and training missile range (where they do lots of secret squirrel stuff) AND they happen to have 25 fabulous ocean-front cottages on a pristine, nearly isolated beach. Take a look:</p>
<figure id="attachment_345" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-345" style="width: 245px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/You-Know-You-Need-a-Vac-Cottages.jpg" class="image-link"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-345  " alt="Photo by Suzanne Vince" src="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/You-Know-You-Need-a-Vac-Cottages-1024x576.jpg" width="245" height="138" srcset="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/You-Know-You-Need-a-Vac-Cottages-1024x576.jpg 1024w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/You-Know-You-Need-a-Vac-Cottages-300x168.jpg 300w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/You-Know-You-Need-a-Vac-Cottages-500x281.jpg 500w" sizes="(max-width: 245px) 100vw, 245px" /></a><figcaption id="caption-attachment-345" class="wp-caption-text">Photo by Suzanne Vince</figcaption></figure>
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<figure id="attachment_327" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-327" style="width: 245px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/You-Know-You-Need-a-Vac-Beach.jpg" class="image-link"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-327  " alt="Beach at PMRF (Barking Sands). Photo by Suzanne Vince" src="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/You-Know-You-Need-a-Vac-Beach-1024x576.jpg" width="245" height="138" srcset="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/You-Know-You-Need-a-Vac-Beach-1024x576.jpg 1024w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/You-Know-You-Need-a-Vac-Beach-300x168.jpg 300w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/You-Know-You-Need-a-Vac-Beach-500x281.jpg 500w" sizes="(max-width: 245px) 100vw, 245px" /></a><figcaption id="caption-attachment-327" class="wp-caption-text">Beach at PMRF (Barking Sands). Photo by Suzanne Vince</figcaption></figure>
<p>And did I mention it’s only $85 per night? But, you must be active or retired military (any branch).</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><a href="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/DowntonAbbey.jpg" class="image-link"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter  wp-image-787" alt="DowntonAbbey" src="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/DowntonAbbey-1024x820.jpg" width="245" height="196" srcset="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/DowntonAbbey-1024x820.jpg 1024w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/DowntonAbbey-300x240.jpg 300w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/DowntonAbbey-374x300.jpg 374w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/DowntonAbbey.jpg 1500w" sizes="(max-width: 245px) 100vw, 245px" /></a></p>
<p><strong>There is only one “w” in Downton Abbey</strong><br />
Due to <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">societal pressure</span> the overwhelming hype surrounding this show, I bought the first season on DVD to watch while I was home recovering from surgery. It only took until midway through the second season before it dawned on me that the show was not called Downto<b>w</b>n Abbey.</p>
<p>And I’m a writer.</p>
<p>I hope my Twitter friends (who must’ve cringed every time I tweeted) can forgive me for the faux pas and understand that I was on high doses of serious narcotics during this time. I am happy to report, though, that the show most certainly lives up to the acclaim it has received.</p>
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<figure id="attachment_790" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-790" style="width: 236px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/HGTV.jpg" class="image-link"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="size-full wp-image-790" alt="HGTV" src="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/HGTV.jpg" width="236" height="132" /></a><figcaption id="caption-attachment-790" class="wp-caption-text">Yes, it does.</figcaption></figure>
<p><strong>Home and Garden Television (HGTV) is Highly Addictive (Seriously)<br />
</strong>Do yourself a favor and don’t even get started. Unless, of course, you have more spare time than you know what to do with, and a sizeable bank account to fund all the projects the show will inspire in you. Enough said.</p>
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<p align="center"><a href="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Suffering-and-beauty.jpg" class="image-link"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-793" alt="Suffering and beauty" src="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Suffering-and-beauty.jpg" width="272" height="185" /></a></p>
<p><strong>There is Beauty in the Midst of Suffering<br />
</strong>Suffering is everywhere. And so is beauty. But how, when we’re suffering, do we let beauty in?</p>
<p>Recovering from major surgery is no picnic. After encountering a number of complications, including a second emergency surgery, I began to wonder if I would ever feel like myself again. Physically or emotionally. But I tried every day to remind myself of the things I had to be grateful for: my life, an early diagnosis, my family. And I took walks along the river to drink in the beauty around me.</p>
<p>It’s important to remember—especially during the challenging times in life—that we have so much to be grateful for, and that it can almost always be worse.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><a href="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Love-and-Hate.jpg" class="image-link"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter  wp-image-795" alt="Love and Hate" src="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Love-and-Hate-1024x710.jpg" width="245" height="170" srcset="https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Love-and-Hate-1024x710.jpg 1024w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Love-and-Hate-300x208.jpg 300w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Love-and-Hate-432x300.jpg 432w, https://suzannevince.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Love-and-Hate.jpg 1200w" sizes="(max-width: 245px) 100vw, 245px" /></a></p>
<p><strong>There can be Love in the Midst of Hatred<br />
</strong>In a recent post, <em><a href="http://wp.me/p3ywd3-c3">Love, Loyalty and Bullying</a></em>, I took a stand against the bullying of one of my sisters, Moon Flower. I made it clear that I have no room in my life for people who harbor hatred in their hearts.</p>
<p>What I didn’t say was how painful it was drawing that line in the sand, lifting the one foot that previously straddled it, and placing it firmly on the side of love, and compassion, and forgiveness. <em>Because I deeply love the people on the other side of the line.</em></p>
<p>And so I will continue to pray that those who hate will someday learn that love is a precious gift, that one day each of us will need to be forgiven by someone we love, and that true peace can only come where there is forgiveness.</p>
<p>What about you? What lessons have you learned in 2013?</p>
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