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The Summer of My Own Life


Two books have served as guides this summer as I seek to live my own life.  To confront and rebuild and to rebuild resiliency.  I found myself exhausted mentally, physically, spiritually and emotionally.   Intense times of work or stress left me completely depleted.

I started with thinking about my legacy and created a life plan as I read "Living Forward." I realized I was operating from a position of great weakness.  How would I ever meet these goals I sought, when my entire being seemed strung out?

I realized it was time to work, "The Compassion Fatigue workbook," gave me some specific strategies to identify some challenges and ways to build resiliency.

Trust me...it truly is a WORKING through workbook.

"Feeling overwhelmed didn't happen overnight," Francoise Mathieu stated.  He encouraged, "we have to walk the walk and not just talk the talk."

"Your resiliency strengths come from self-motivated, self-managed efforts to develop resiliency skills."  Al Siebert

I realize it will take some time to rebuild resiliency and fixing the fence or boundaries around my life, took time.

However, so many around me continue to be walking zombies and I'm much more aware of their need.  While I would love to help" and make them see what I am seeing...they have to live their own life.

My husband, for one is exhausted.  Throwing another book at him will not motivate him to read these books.   On the other hand, living my own life better, just may be the starting point for him.


 The Compassion Fatigue Workbook by Francoise Mathieu

The Compassion Fatigue Workbook: Creative Tools for Transforming Compassion Fatigue and Vicarious Traumatization


Living Forward by Michael Hyatt and Daniel Harkavy.

Living Forward: A Proven Plan to Stop Drifting and Get the Life You Want by [Hyatt, Michael, Harkavy, Daniel]

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