tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74207734779689871012024-02-20T09:23:40.283-08:00Recovering DysfunctionalDiana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-13857405929013138752014-08-01T12:10:00.001-07:002014-08-01T12:10:19.839-07:00Wellness Woman 40 & Beyond latest issue.Here is the latest issue of Wellness Woman 40 & Beyond. I just love this magazine. So thrilled to be part of something so beautiful. <br />
<br />
If you are looking for a little inspiration please check it out. Its just beautiful. <br />
<br />
<br /><a href="http://issuu.com/wellnesswoman40/docs/summer-issue-no5/1?e=9442659%2F8770512" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://issuu.com/wellnesswoman40/docs/summer-issue-no5/1?e=9442659%2F8770512</a>Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-86386748101082736872014-07-10T08:09:00.001-07:002014-07-10T08:09:06.051-07:00Chicken Soup for the SoulExciting news!!<br />
<br />
I found out I'm going to be in 2 upcoming Chicken Soup for the Soul books.<br />
<br />
Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Dog Did What? This book will be released on 8-19-14 <br />
<br />
and<br />
<br />
Chicken Soup for the Soul: Reboot Your Life. This book will be released on 9-16-14 <br />
<br />
Watch for them. :) <br />
<br />
These books make me laugh, they make me cry. They are just filled with love and light. <br />
<br />
Check out their site below to get more information on these books and all the books they currently have released.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.chickensoup.com/">http://www.chickensoup.com/</a><br />
<br />
I'm so so blessed to be part of the Chicken Soup family. <br />
<br />
Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-51940698998347912512014-02-12T10:24:00.002-08:002014-02-12T10:24:28.345-08:00Link to God, Where Were You When?
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I had a great time today on the radio show <i>God, Where Were You When?</i> </span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Check out the link below to learn more about my book Pieces of Me and to listen to the program.</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/truthnetwork/2014/02/12/god-where-were-you-when"><span style="color: blue;">http://www.blogtalkradio.com/truthnetwork/2014/02/12/god-where-were-you-when</span></a>.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
Thank you Sherrie for having me on today. I was wonderful chatting with you!Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-59214120361574458082014-02-08T10:27:00.003-08:002014-02-08T10:27:33.726-08:00God, Where Were You When?
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am excited to share I'll be doing an interview Wednesday Feb. 12th on the radio program God, Where Were You When? </span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We will be talking about following your dreams and working your way through a tough situation. Life can be difficult, sometimes it can feel almost impossible. I want you to know you are not alone in that feeling. We all have struggles and wonder if we will ever get to the other side. </span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Please join us as we talk about my journey to becoming a Recovering Dysfunctional!</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
<u1:p></u1:p>
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dysfunctional is a word used to describe a state
of mind, or even a lifestyle, of an individual, a family, or entity. It can
lead to chaos, frustration, and failure.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span mce_style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span mce_style="font-size: 9pt;"><span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
What leads to dysfunction? How can we become functional?</span></span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;"><span mce_style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
Listen live Wednesday morning, February 12, at 9 a.m. EST by clicking
onto</span> <u><a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/truthnetwork/2014/02/12/god-where-were-you-when"><span style="color: blue;">http://www.blogtalkradio.com/truthnetwork/2014/02/12/god-where-were-you-when</span></a></u>.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span mce_style="font-size: small;"><span mce_style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span></span>Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-48916999770755322702013-12-21T09:47:00.003-08:002013-12-21T09:47:21.838-08:00Wellness Woman 40 and Beyond Magazine<span style="color: #5e0069; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #5e0069; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">I'm so excited to be part of the Wellness Woman 40 and Beyond magazine. Its format and style are just simply beautiful. The messages within the magazine shine as much as the layout. </span><br />
<span style="color: #5e0069; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #5e0069; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Feeling so blessed to be a contributor to such a wonderful magazine! Check out my article on page 13.</span><br />
<span style="color: #5e0069; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #5e0069; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><a href="http://r20.rs6.net/tn.jsp?f=001iCcbk_HQn7o6UE2Yq5K_-INs3Kgeav9wW9xG0l6yzFSW2XYhJv-64XoTwsni2UNwvjbZjmN0VODVXF_F4ilw6_RU23wOVj4YcfdFmfZMlpSpM7HuMBGONUu24qnjo6j_u5pRA-AEnGGCqUvSWQ2hoB-Hyb-QiDqlu88IWPTuoAo=&c=-paDPQqtPVGJfOIOy4EHWG690lp5iQx1hExDg7gsvX-wida5Wi2f3A==&ch=ycbevOa8WzE0fTb7oRrxaeYJgYKLvSPBwrejPQP4HaoTT9A5CB1cAg==" target="_blank"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Wellness Woman 40 and Beyond,Different Backgrounds...Same
Journey" </span></strong></a></span><br />
<span style="color: #5e0069; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #5e0069; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Happy New Year readers ! This year I toast to new beginnings and following your dreams!</span>Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-32883643967135647962013-12-04T10:41:00.002-08:002013-12-04T10:53:48.180-08:00Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Dating Game<br />
I talk often about following your dreams. I want to encourage people to
follow their dreams because I know how it feels when a dream comes true. For
me, I would dream of be a published writer. I wanted to walk in a store and see
by book on the bookshelf. I wanted to pull it out, flip through the pages and
say "I did it." <br />
<br />
It was one of those things I always wanted to do. But never really thought I
could. Who am I? Why would someone read my stories? I must be delusional.<br />
<br />
Funny thing, when my first story was accepted by Chicken Soup in 2011 my
first that was "Got lucky." It couldn't be anything other than luck.
When my second story was accepted I thought "They must not have had many
submissions." <br />
<br />
This is now my 5th story accepted and published by Chicken Soup. I might
have to actually start believing this dream of mine is no longer a dream. It's
my reality. And it feels fantastic!<br />
<br />
If you have a dream. Something in the back of your mind you've been thinking
about for years. Go for it. Each day do something to work toward that goal or
dream. Get equipped. <br />
<br />
My dad has a favorite saying: <strong>Luck favors the prepared mind.</strong>
Prepare for that dream of yours! <br />
<br />
Try, just try and see what happens. <br />
<br />
What is your dream? What can you do today to help that dream become your
reality?<br />
<br />
Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Dating Game will be in stores (on Amazon) for
purchase December 17th. <img alt="" aria-busy="false" aria-describedby="fbPhotosSnowliftCaption" class="spotlight" height="150" src="https://scontent-a-sea.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/466_4869222170274_2072679729_n.jpg" width="200" />Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-69437370639973967842013-11-24T12:47:00.000-08:002013-11-24T12:47:10.013-08:00My Heaven<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I walked into my mom’s little
apartment and scanned the room. It looked exactly the same as it had 12 years
ago. I looked over to the kitchen table. I stood, stunned, silent. My mom was
sitting at the table talking with my son, who was eating something covered with
ketchup. I walked over to my son who was laughing and talking now to me, about
who knows what. Something ketchup related I think. I don’t really recall. I was
so caught up in just looking at him. I kept staring at his little face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I
remember! I remember! How do I remember him so clearly looking 4 years old?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I knew I was in a dream. I knew my
son was now 23 years old. Yet his face, his smile, it was exactly the same as
when he was 4. I cleaned up his small hands as my mom walked to the kitchen.
Her back was to me. I was scared to talk. I was scared if I spoke she would
disappear. I waited to see if she would say anything. She didn’t. Still knowing
I was in a dream. Still knowing my mom died 12 years ago I walked over to her.
I just stood there. Her back still to me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I
thought, what am I doing here if she isn’t going to talk to me?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I turned, walked back, and sat in
the kitchen chair.I looked at her still waiting for her words of wisdom. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She said nothing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Finally, I screamed out, Mom I just
miss you so much! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Without turning around I heard a
voice. It wasn’t her. It was a man. He said, “She is in the room with you right
now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I
woke up to the sound of my own voice. “She is in the room with me right now?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I looked around the dark room. I
deeply wanted to go back to my dream. Be there for just another minute. Hear
her voice. Just see her even if she didn’t talk. But in that moment a sense of
peace came over me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I
started to wonder, was that her heaven? Her little grandson at 4 years old
laughing covered in ketchup. Just hanging with grandma in her small apartment?
Did I just walk into my moms heaven? Or maybe, just maybe, I just walked into
mine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I remember the first time I wasn’t
sad after my mom passed. I remember thinking “Hey, I had a good day today.”
Then some days strung together. A good week. I know I still miss her and I know
some days are worse than others. As the seasons change and it becomes “holiday
season” I know I can enjoy the holiday but I also know it’s different now.
These are the times I miss her most. I know there are others out there like me,
missing someone they love this holiday season. Or maybe it’s just a bad day. I
want you to know, you’re not alone. </span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">We might
not see them. But they are in our hearts. They are in our thoughts and
memories. They are with us. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-12009407206034494692013-11-17T11:40:00.001-08:002013-11-17T11:40:48.707-08:00Police Wives Talk Radio
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<strong><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Police Wives Talk Radio
Hosts a "Recovering Dysfunctional"! </span></strong></div>
<br />
<span><span data-mce-style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"></span></span>Join PWTR
for "Ride Along" with Diana Lynn - A "Recovering
Dysfunctional": <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<strong><span data-mce-style="color: #454747; line-height: 20px; background-color: #ffffff;"><span style="background: white; color: #454747; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><a href="http://tobtr.com/s/5701555"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue;">http://tobtr.com/s/5701555</span></span></a></span></span></strong><br />
<strong><span data-mce-style="color: #454747; line-height: 20px; background-color: #ffffff;"><span style="background: white; color: #454747; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"></span></span></strong><br />
<span data-mce-style="color: #454747; line-height: 20px; background-color: #ffffff;"><span style="background: white; color: #454747; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">This week I had the great joy of being on Police Wives Talk Radio. I know there are a lot of thoughts and prayers given to our police officers daily. Rightfully so. But next time you put an officer in your prayers. Please add a little pray for the families who wait for that loved one to come home each night. </span></span><br />
<span data-mce-style="color: #454747; line-height: 20px; background-color: #ffffff;"><span style="background: white; color: #454747; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"></span></span><br />
<span data-mce-style="color: #454747; line-height: 20px; background-color: #ffffff;"><span style="background: white; color: #454747; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">I, myself haven't had much interaction with "the law". But I did have an encounter with an officer on my way to get married. Check out <em>Pieces of Me: Life of a Recovering</em> Dysfunctional for <em>My Perfect Wedding</em>.</span></span><br />
<span data-mce-style="color: #454747; line-height: 20px; background-color: #ffffff;"><span style="background: white; color: #454747; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"></span></span><br />
<span data-mce-style="color: #454747; line-height: 20px; background-color: #ffffff;"><span style="background: white; color: #454747; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"></span></span><br />
<span data-mce-style="color: #454747; line-height: 20px; background-color: #ffffff;"><span style="background: white; color: #454747; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Much much love and respect to officers and their families. </span></span>Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-86612378171899919172013-11-09T18:43:00.002-08:002013-11-09T18:43:54.400-08:00A guest writer ---Picasso smile Below is a poem from my friend Kim. I find her words beautiful, almost magical. Every word so carefully chosen. Its as if she were in my head, taking my thoughts, and putting them to paper. I wanted to share 1 of my favorites pieces with you today.<br />
<br />
<br />
I look into my mirror, a shattered picture as it falls, <br />
and dig into the shards of glass to restore the image I recall. <br />
A broken scrambled vision is all that I can see <br />
but somewhere in the pieces must be a part of me. <br />
As though I were a kaleidoscope, with each turn the pictures change <br />
and though its my hand on the vessel, I cannot control what is arranged. <br />
Where have I disappeared to? Can somebody tell me how <br />
I could lose my own identity within vanity's favorite shroud? <br />
I feel so lost and fearful that I may never find <br />
the person who still lives within the corners of my mind. <br />
Did she once reside within a youthful stare? <br />
Or have my memories forsaken me and left me painfully aware <br />
that I may never find the girl the my broken mirror stole <br />
and perhaps I never liked her even when she still was whole. <br />
Even then I searched for the image to be enhanced <br />
and never gave what I had to offer its rightful passing glance. <br />
I've tried so hard to remember and yet cannot recall <br />
ever smiling at myself to recite "mirror- mirror on the wall". <br />
Perhaps that’s why the mirror fell, like a broken heart unhealed <br />
as if to say "you never did appreciate the person I revealed". <br />
So as I put together each piece of broken glass <br />
I see each shard representing future, present, and my past. <br />
and I wonder as I come closer to my end of time <br />
what proof of my existence will I have left behind- <br />
The color of my children's eyes, the words I chose to style <br />
or perhaps a broken mirror with a Picasso looking smile. <br />
I pray there will be many treasures I will have to give, <br />
the good, the bad, the everything that’s says <br />
I was here, I lived. <br />
-Kim- Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-87663858859756245222013-11-02T14:14:00.004-07:002013-11-02T14:14:37.432-07:00Wellness WomanIf someone were to ask me: What magazine's do you read? Two weeks ago, I'd say "None." <br />
<br />
I love reading books but I'm not really into magazines. I'm not sure why. Maybe the content doesn't capture my attention like a good book. But I have to say. That's all changed now. If someone said what magazine do you read? <br />
<br />
I'd say Wellness Woman Magazine. <a href="http://bit.ly/WellnessWoman40andBeyondEMagazine">http://bit.ly/WellnessWoman40andBeyondEMagazine</a>.<br />
<br />
This magazine is jam packed with wonderful, beautiful tips and insight we can all benefit from. It's formatted like a real magazine. You flip through the pages as if you are holding an actual magazine. It's a great layout and fun to read.<br />
<br />
If you are looking for a little inspiration, check it out.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-79018317002795207822013-10-24T10:13:00.002-07:002013-10-24T10:19:26.211-07:00The Wellness JourneyI'm so looking forward to being on The Wellness Journey today. Listen live at: <br />
<br />
<a class="c_nobdr t_prs" href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/thewellnessjourneylive/2013/10/24/pieces-of-me-life-of-a-recovering-dysfunctional" target="_blank"><span style="color: #0072c6;">http://www.blogtalkradio.com/thewellnessjourneylive/2013/10/24/pieces-of-me-life-of-a-recovering-dysfunctional</span></a>Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-43552133952746778072013-08-31T12:20:00.000-07:002013-08-31T12:25:31.290-07:00Last Kiss (page 13 of Pieces of Me: Life of a Recovering Dysfunctional)<span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro-Bd; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro-Bd; font-size: medium;"></span></span><i><span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro-It; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro-It; font-size: xx-small;"></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro-It; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro-It; font-size: xx-small;"></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro-It; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro-It; font-size: xx-small;"><div align="LEFT">
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">“Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.” — Vincent van Gogh</span></div>
</span><div align="LEFT">
<br /></div>
</span><div align="LEFT">
<br /></div>
</i><br />
<div align="LEFT">
<span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro;"><span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro;">The big red numbers on the <span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">clock</span> lit the room. Six thirteen a.m.; it was way too</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro;"><span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro;">
<br />
</span></span><span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro;"><span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro;">early to call Angela. I rolled out of bed, shuffled to the bathroom, and turned on the</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro;"><span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro;"><span style="font-family: GaramondPremrPro;">
shower. As I stood waiting for the water to warm up, I wondered if I should write down
<br />
<div align="LEFT">
my dream. Would I remember it by the time I talked with her? Something told me I</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
would never forget it. As I drove to work, I replayed in my mind every detail. It was so</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
real. It had to be real.</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
But why would Charlie come to see me?</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
It had been six years since he passed away.</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
It was the first time anyone I truly cared about had passed. I was only 24 when he</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
died. He was just 26. His death shocked all our friends, but most of all it sent Angela</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
reeling. Charlie and Angie had been in love since they were 15. I don’t know if any of us</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
fully got over the loss of Charlie. I am not sure if Angie ever will.</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
When I got to work, I looked to see if my boss was in yet. I couldn’t wait to talk to</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
Angie. I couldn’t wait another minute. I sent her an email asking her to call me as soon</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
as she was free.</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
I let out a little laugh when my phone immediately rang.</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
“Angie?” I said.</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
“Yea what’s going on?”</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
“I had a dream last night.”</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
“Was it about Charlie?” she asked.</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
“Yes!” I said filled with excitement.</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
I knew it! It was too real. I knew it!</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br />
I asked her, “Did you dream about Charlie last night?”</div>
<div align="LEFT">
</div>
<div align="LEFT">
...<br />
</div>
<div align="LEFT">
Check out Pieces of Me: Life of a Recovering Dysfunctional for the ending to this story and many more. </div>
<div align="LEFT">
</div>
<div align="LEFT">
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pieces-Me-Recovering-Dysfunctional-Volume/dp/0615663222/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1377976480&sr=8-1&keywords=pieces+of+me+diana+lynn">http://www.amazon.com/Pieces-Me-Recovering-Dysfunctional-Volume/dp/0615663222/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1377976480&sr=8-1&keywords=pieces+of+me+diana+lynn</a></div>
<div align="LEFT">
<br /></div>
</span><div align="LEFT">
<br /></div>
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT">
<span style="font-family: FreestyleScript;"><span style="font-family: FreestyleScript;"> </span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: FreestyleScript;"><span style="font-family: FreestyleScript;"></span></span><br />Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-83714833877939577792013-08-17T10:48:00.003-07:002013-08-17T10:48:55.534-07:00Thank you for your service!
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Do you ever just flip through the channels and randomly stop
on a show you never watch? For some reason it just catches your eye. That
happened to my husband yesterday. He stopped on a show neither of us watches,
although we have passed by it many times.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Bomb Patrol, Afghanistan</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It was scene after scene of these men blowing up roadside
bombs. Some were blowing bombs up with remote control devices and some had to
walk right up to the bomb to prepare it to be blown. </span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We watched one man balancing on the side of the cliff
putting a device over a bomb to blow it up. It was pitch black. We couldn’t really
see what he was doing we could only hear his breathing. I was frozen watching
him. </span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He safely prepared the bomb and returned to the other’s
waiting for him.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As he smiled he said, “That got real.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he said, “I hope my mom doesn’t see that
one.”</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This is someone’s job. This is someone’s job! There is a
mother out there that has a son that blows up bombs, in a different country,
for a living. I cannot even begin to imagine what his family must feel on a
daily basis. How do you adjust to that? I freak-out when my son goes to Seattle
on a Saturday night. </span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know. We all know that there are people risking their
lives. I know we lose men & women in battle--in war often. But as I sat watching
these men building devices to blow up bombs it really hit me what they risk and
sacrifice every day. </span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I found myself saying, “This is sad.” “This show is sad.” “I
feel sad.” “I don’t want to watch this anymore.”</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I think now what made me sad was me. I’m sad I didn’t give
them the respect, the care enough to think of these guys daily. To pray for
them daily while they are over there and for their safe return. Heck, I couldn’t
even stop on a show about the men & women working so hard for us overseas. </span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of course, I would be thankful and I would think it’s
terrible we are over there. </span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But. I get it now. I see it differently. </span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am so truly grateful for what the service men & women
do for this country. I am so truly appreciative of the families waiting for their
children to come home. </span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A very heartfelt thank you! </span></div>
Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-18176332931613935472013-07-10T19:45:00.001-07:002013-07-10T19:45:35.745-07:00Local Author’s Inspirational Memoir to Aid in Encouraging Homeless Families in Transition
<br />
<div class="Bodytext" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Kirkland, WA – July
10, 2013</span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">
– A local non-profit is receiving a gift of books from a Kirkland insurance
agency with hopes the story will encourage men and women faced with the
challenge of homelessness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="Bodytext" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">John Cysewski, owner of Insur-All Agency in
Kirkland, purchased 20 copies of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pieces
of Me: Life of a Recovering Dysfunctional</i> for donation to Vision House.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="Bodytext" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Vision
House, founded in Renton in 1990, provides transitional housing and services to
homeless single mothers and their children. Residents are allowed and
encouraged to stay up to 36 months in order to gain stability and
self-sufficiency. Its new Jacob’s Well housing complex in Shoreline is opening
this fall, increasing Vision House’s capacity to accommodate 35 families.
On-site counseling services, case management, child advocacy programs and
licensed, accredited daycare are some of the key services available to
residents.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="Bodytext" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Pieces of Me</span></i><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> is a personal
story of perseverance in the face of many struggles endured by local
businesswoman Diana Lynn. Lynn overcame the challenges that accompanied young
motherhood, an abusive relationship and divorce, estrangement from one parent
and death of another, starting a business, and finding a new relationship.
Through it all, she remained optimistic and upbeat. Her story is an inspiration
to readers of all ages.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="Bodytext" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Lynn
met </span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Cysewski at business networking functions. He
heard her story and sought a way that it could help others. Vision House’s
mission offered that. Cysewski‘s Insur-All Agency at 11416 Slater Avenue NE in
Kirkland supplies Allstate Insurance products that provide support of one sort.
His donation of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pieces of Me</i> will
lend support in another manner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="Bodytext" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Learn more about Vision House at <a href="http://www.vision-house.org/"><span style="color: blue;">www.vision-house.org</span></a>. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pieces of Me</i> can be found online through
Amazon.com </span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">at
</span><u><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><a href="http://amzn.to/X8y08d"><span style="color: blue;">http://amzn.to/X8y08d</span></a></span></u><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> or can be ordered at
local bookstores.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-57172774251878097822013-05-01T08:10:00.000-07:002013-05-01T08:10:01.689-07:00Only Fools Believe (page 51 of Pieces of Me)<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Only
Fools Believe<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Trust in the
Lord with all your heart; and don't lean on your own understanding.</i><span style="color: #003399;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">In all
things acknowledge him, and he shall direct your way.”--Proverbs 3:5,6</i></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It
sounds crazy to want to see a psychic. All that phony-bologna stuff. They
aren’t real. They steal your money and give you false hope. They are evil. They
take advantage of the innocent. Only fools believe. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">I’ve
heard it all. Yet, I found myself sitting on the edge of my seat as my
hairstylist spoke of a psychic she met at a party she recently attended. She
listened as the psychic told a stranger a story of his grandfather who had
passed. She watched the man cry, along with everyone else at the table. They
were mesmerized by this woman’s words.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">I
had heard of a local psychic, Teresa. She was friends with a few of my
girlfriends. I met her once. I thought of speaking with her many times. I just
couldn’t get the nerve to ask. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">I
missed my mom. I missed her just as much as the day she passed, June 18, 2001.
They say it gets easier. They say with time… </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">What
I say is, “You never fully get over it. Life will never be the same.” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Does
life go on? Yes, of course. Do I laugh? Yes, of course. But there is not one happy
occasion, holiday, or accomplishment achieved that isn’t a little less grand
because she isn’t here to share it with me. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">I
used to run through her front door shouting out whatever good news I had.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">She
would run up to me, throw her arms around me, and say, “That’s my girl!” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">She
had a way of making everything in life a little better. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I thought, if I could just talk to my mom. If I could
just have a few moments with her I would know she was OK. I would know she was
up in heaven. I would know she was safe. One day, I will see her again. One
day, I will hear her voice again. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">I
popped out of my own internal thoughts when my hairstylist said, “Yeah, her
name was Teresa.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Teresa!”
I shouted. “I can’t believe that’s who you saw! I know her.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Could
it be I was being pulled toward her? What are the odds? I fought internally for
weeks. You are a fool. But, what if? You are crazy. But, what if? The
coincidence was too great. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Next
thing I knew, I was sitting on Teresa’s couch.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">I
felt the nerves and emotions rise as I sat quietly looking around her home. My
hands started to shake and my heart race. I wondered if she could tell I was
scared. I felt the tears welling up before she even spoke. I looked at this
beautiful woman as she slowly closed her eyes. She rubbed her hands as if she
was putting lotion on them. Quietly, she started to pray. She opened her eyes
looking deep into mine.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“How
is your sciatic?” she asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Oh
my gosh, that’s crazy!” I shouted out. “It’s bad. I am getting a shot in my
back on Thursday. How did you…?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“I’ve
got an uncle figure here. He is an artist. A painter. Known for his unusual
brush strokes. Very unusual. They kind of run together,” she said. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“This
is crazy! Crazy! That’s my Uncle Frank. I have one of his paintings in my
living room,” I said.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“He’s
here. He’s here with an Uncle Tony.” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Oh
my gosh, that’s his brother. I can’t believe this,” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">I
couldn’t think. I couldn’t clear my head. I was just looking at her, looking
for words. How could she have known?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">We
spent the next two-and-a-half hours talking about my family members who had
passed. We talked about my future. We talked about my dreams. Things she never
would have known. Things even I didn’t know about my own family. I was
overwhelmed with the information she had given me. I was thrilled with my new
discoveries but still a little disappointed that my mom didn’t come through. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">She
asked if I had any questions. I wanted to shout out, “What about my mom?” But I
just couldn’t make myself do it.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“No,
no…I don’t think so,” I said. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">She
looked at me and said, “Who’s Joyce?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“My
mom.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
To hear the rest of this story and many others check out my book. Pieces of Me at <a href="http://amzn.to/X8y08d">http://amzn.to/X8y08d</a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
</div>
Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-63665413326133849312013-04-20T19:18:00.002-07:002013-04-20T19:18:36.852-07:00Boston Law Enforcement....Thank you. For 1 day the united states were just that, united. We all watched the different agencies going door-to-door, the 24 hour news coverage, the sound of gunshots in middle class America. All right in before our eyes. <br />
<br />
What sticks out for me, is that 1 citizen who looked out their window and thought "that looks odd." To observe something in their backyard. To see something is off and more importantly to make that call to police. <br />
<br />
What do we even know about this person? This hero that helped bring an end to the terror in Boston. And how do we ever thank them?<br />
<br />
I listened to the news stories of bombs being thrown at the police agencies as the chased down the suspects. Fear of booby-trapped homes, explosive vests, and gun battles on the streets of Boston. It was something out of a movie. But the men and women of law enforcement faced that terror head on, and won. <br />
<br />
What do we even know about these men and women? These hero's that helped bring an end to the terror in Boston. And how do we ever thank them?<br />
<br />
How do we ever thank them for stepping up, taking action, and protecting their city? They served their city and their county when we were all living in fear of "what's next?" <br />
<br />
I hope as time fades and normal every day life returns I don't forget that every day brave men and women step up, take action, and protect this country. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-77106976831634297992013-04-08T08:49:00.002-07:002013-04-08T08:49:54.390-07:00Perfection not required...I've been thinking about it for years. Although, the question has changed several times, the end result is still the same.<br />
<br />
Q: Do I want to be baptised? <br />
<br />
A: I kind of want to be baptised as an adult. I want to show God and the world my commitment and belief in him. <br />
<br />
Q: Should I be baptised?<br />
<br />
A: I know I should, but I'm nervous. I'm scared to go stand up in front of all those people. They will stare. What if they make me talk in front of everyone? What if I drown? <br />
<br />
Am I worthy to be baptised? <br />
<br />
A: I've made so many mistakes in my life. Would I be a hypocrite if I were to confess my love and belief in God when I've not followed him as I should?<br />
<br />
This was the one, the one question that has stopped me from doing it. <br />
<br />
I've finally realized something... if I wait until I'm perfect, I'll never do it. I'll never be perfect. Perfection is not required. Just love and belief, that's it. And I have that. <br />
<br />
So now I have one more question. "Does anyone want do it with me?"<br />
<br />
If you've been thinking in the back of your mind this is something you would like to do. If you have been feeling that tug to be baptised but were like me, scared and doubtful, come with me. We can do it together. <br />
<br />
I'm attaching a link to Eastlake Church. <a href="http://eastlakecc.com/">http://eastlakecc.com/</a><br />
<br />
Check it out. This is a church that is working to reach the everyday person. You know, all of us with our flaws and doubts. Ryan the head pastor is the first person to admit he is human and had challenges just like the rest of us. Therefore the whole church community is very welcoming and very real. <br />
<br />
I'm looking to get baptised at the next event. It hasn't been posted yet, but I assume it will be in May or June. If you are interested in being baptised, interested in checking out Eastlake, or want to come see me be baptised just let me know. <br />
<br />
I'd love to have you along with me.<br />
<br />
<br />Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-47925111209075616792013-03-05T08:47:00.001-08:002013-03-05T08:47:33.633-08:00LOVE ISLove is patient<br />
Love is kind<br />
Love does not envy<br />
Love does not boast,<br />
Love is not proud.<br />
<br />
Love does not dishonor others<br />
Love is not self-seeking<br />
Love is not easily angered,<br />
Love keeps no record of wrongs.<br />
<br />
Love does not delight in evil<br />
but rejoices with the truth.<br />
<br />
Love always protects,<br />
always trusts,<br />
always hopes,<br />
always perseveres.<br />
<br />
-1 Corinthians 13:4-7<br />
<br />
Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-83440432938642176722013-02-23T09:27:00.000-08:002013-02-23T09:27:02.052-08:00STOPJust another busy day in the midst of tax season. Not much time to stop and smell the roses. Actually there isn't any time to eat, drink, or have a thought that isn't number related. <br />
<br />
But yesterday I saw something that caught my eye. It stopped me and made me think. It was a bumper sticker. It said:<br />
<br />
<em>Don't always believe everything you think</em>.<br />
<br />
How many times do we say, I can't do it. I'm not smart enough. I don't fit in with that group. <br />
<br />
OR maybe, I'll never have my dream come true. I can't lose the weight.<br />
<br />
If we tell ourselves that enough, we start to believe it. It becomes fact. <br />
<br />
If you catch yourself thinking/speaking poorly of yourself...stop yourself. Say the word STOP. Change that sentence. Replace it with what you can do, what you will do.<br />
<br />
Becoming aware of your words is the first step to a better self image and having the life of your dreams. Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-2148041233606963422013-02-14T13:25:00.002-08:002013-02-14T13:25:08.136-08:00Marketing MagicWhen I tell people I've written a book there are a few questions people always ask. <br />
One of them is "How did you do it?"<br />
<br />
There are so many details that go into writing a book and getting it published. I couldn't have done it alone. <br />
<br />
I asked Jeff Hoerth of Zing HQ to help me:<br />
format the internal lay-out<br />
design the cover<br />
format the cover for Kindle AND Amazon.com (yes, they do require different formatting).<br />
create materials for promoting the book<br />
a marketing strategy<br />
and finally...moral support!<br />
<br />
huhhhh...wiping sweat of brow.<br />
<br />
I highly recommend Jeff to anyone looking to publish a book or promote their business. <br />
<br />
His humor, creativity, and wisdom can't be beat. <br />
<br />
I've attached a link to my Blog for more information about Jeff. Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-32148717706639141642013-02-06T07:22:00.001-08:002013-02-06T07:22:45.460-08:00Where does the time go? I'm starting to wonder if half the reason we don't follow our dreams is simply, "time flies." <br />
<br />
We are all so overwhelmed with deadlines at work, kids to taxi, and piles of laundry we don't find any time left over for our dreams. <br />
<br />
I recently started working-out with a personal trainer. I faithfully go twice a week. Every Wednesday and every Friday I show up at his door-step waiting for his next grand idea of torture. (Yes, torture is the right word.) <br />
<br />
I show up because it's scheduled. It's planned, part of my day. I know at 5:00 on Wednesday he is expecting me. Therefore, I always show up. But here's the interesting part. He went out of town for a week. And during that week, I couldn't find the time to work out. <br />
<br />
What changed? I had been working out with him twice a week for a few months. Now the 1 week he is gone, I couldn't seem to find the time. <br />
<br />
Somehow because he was gone it was no longer part of my plan. And I let the week slip away (guilt.) <br />
<br />
I wonder how often we all let the week slip away. <br />
<br />
Do you have a dream? Do you want to lose 10 pounds, start a business, find love? Are you taking steps each week to achieve your goals and dreams? <br />
<br />
Schedule it in, find time, from 5-6 on Wednesday, I'm going to .... (fill in the blank).<br />
<br />
Take the first step. Each week, each day, do something to follow your goals and dreams. You will reach them before you know it. But the very first step is make it a priority, find the time, schedule it in. <br />
<br />
Good luck! <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-77231441829091980912013-01-13T14:00:00.000-08:002013-01-13T14:00:19.795-08:00The Heart of My TeamSad day in my world. The Seattle Seahawks lost their play-off game today. <br />
<br />
But in the midst of the heartbreak I noticed something exceptional. <br />
<br />
The Heart of My Team.<br />
<br />
Even if you don't follow football or sports, one thing we all know, being down by 20 points isn't good.<br />
<br />
For those who do know football, being down 20 points at the end of the 3rd quarter really isn't good!<br />
<br />
Only 15 minutes left in the game, down by 20 and the Hawks came out to play as if it were the first time they stepped on the field today. <br />
<br />
What heart.<br />
<br />
They didn't make excuses, give up, or give in. They fought back and took the lead with 31 second left in the game.<br />
<br />
Ultimately the Hawks didn't win the game. But what a great lesson of us fans. <br />
<br />
Never give up! Fight for victory no matter how far down you fall. Always live your life with heart. <br />
<br />
Thank you Seahawks for all you have given us this year.Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-28211186397771192652012-12-22T18:06:00.004-08:002012-12-22T18:10:16.078-08:00Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!I wish you a very Merry Christmas.<br />
<br />
&<br />
<br />
I wish you much love, happiness, and peace in 2013.Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-76605156732941910782012-12-16T12:56:00.000-08:002012-12-16T12:56:06.778-08:00We are with them. Sending all my thoughts and prayers back to Newtown Connecticut.<br />
<br />
There is no way to make sense of this tragedy. There are no words to ease the pain we feel ourselves, and for the families. There is nothing we can do to fix what has happened.<br />
<br />
But, we can pray. We can send our love. We can let the families know we all feel the pain and we are with them. <br />
<br />
We are with them.Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420773477968987101.post-46670596922599176442012-12-06T13:26:00.002-08:002012-12-06T13:26:43.622-08:00Thank you Book Journeys
<br />
Thank you to Angela Lauria with Book Journeys. It was great speaking with you today about the writing process.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://beta.blogtalkradio.com/book-journeys/2012/12/06/book-journeys-with-author-diana-lynn">http://beta.blogtalkradio.com/book-journeys/2012/12/06/book-journeys-with-author-diana-lynn</a><br />
<br />
Diana Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689899832670327833noreply@blogger.com0