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Extremes are exhausting, and we are living in extreme times. Social, environmental and political extremes have drained me of what I once thought to be an endless reserve of creative energy and optimism.

Recently, my Hope and Inspiration have vanished, and I’ve needed to do something to get them back.

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I do not mean to sound dramatic. Mine is a blessed and advantaged life. I have a deep sense of satisfaction in my relationships and work. I live in appreciation of this every day. Here’s the thing: As I reached my mid-50’s I moved into “Extreme” mode, attending to my aging parents and their affairs, and being at the ready for whatever comes next on their journey.

Needing to make room for this adjustment, I have pushed creativity, fitness and entrepreneurship out of the picture. And this is all happening with the backdrop of a world spinning out of control. It has taken a toll on mind, body and spirit. I have never before felt depleted, and I will not stand for it!

I know still have stamina, and I can get my life back in balance. Optimistic by nature, I am ready to re-energize my vision and zest for life. Perhaps I’ve been overthinking the solution. I can do that, from time to time. Thankfully, last weekend offered a surprise – a deliciously simple recipe for a gentle re-boot and a reminder of the importance of self-care.

Here’s how it unfolded:
• I was up before dawn on this autumn day. The stillness of the house before the sun and anyone rises is cozy and it grounds me for the day.
• I checked the weather, and noticed a gentle rain falling. Rain is soothing and makes me glad to be indoors.
• My neighbors’ dogs stayed overnight, so I enjoyed a quiet morning surrounded by sleeping dogs. This offered a feeling of simple love and pure energy.
• I poured a delicious mug of coffee. This offered a perfect way to just “be” in the moment, with warmth in my hands.
• I found a video on YouTube of music for anti-stress and anxiety. I didn’t watch the video. That’s too much stimulation for early morning. I just let the music float over me.
• I invested in a tube of Pillsbury crescent rolls, and it was waiting for me in the refrigerator. This is a wonderful and soothing indulgence, reminiscent of childhood and winter mornings.
• I picked up a novel that I’ve been trying to “get-into”, and I magically stopped thinking about the news and social media and schedules and work.
• In the course of one hour, I felt nourished and balanced. I felt refreshed. I was so pleased that I gave myself the gift of time, and I emerged tuned-in to the day without a news hangover.

I am now making an effort to re-boot each day. No one wants to bother my schedule before dawn, and I am quickly discovering that I am re-awakening my creative giant. I think I’m getting my groove back, and it’s happening just in time – You and I and the World need Hope and Inspiration.

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I realized as I began my personal and professional development journey, everyone seemed to have an opinion of what was best for me. One bestselling book said one thing. A famous workshop leader said something entirely different. Then, a well-known motivational speaker would have a whole different perspective on things. I felt like I was on information overload.

Listening to all the “experts” can get downright confusing! There were times when I felt like I was running around in circles. So you know what I did? I did nothing. I stopped and just did nothing. I stopped reading. I stopped listening. I stopped trying new things. I just stopped.

be yourself sharon michaelsThat’s when it dawned on me that I was the only person who knew what was best for me. I took a deep breath and decided to take the best of what I’d learned from the “experts” and tweak it to work for my personality, my goals and my lifestyle. I decided to find my own unique voice.

I’m not going to say finding my voice happened overnight. Like learning any new skill or changing a long time habit, it took patience, it took effort and it took persistence. I was determined not to stop until I found my uniqueness – the one that fit my personality.

Today I can honestly say I’ve become very comfortable in my ability to trust my choices and voice my own opinions. You know what? As I grew more self-confident and my voice grew stronger, my business grew confidently stronger too.

Bottom line: When I stopped trying to be like all the “experts” and decided to recognize and honor my own unique gifts and talents, I found my voice – the one that sounds like me.

Here’s what I learned: Don’t try to be a clone of anyone else. Be yourself.
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Over the years I’ve learn how to improve my nonfiction and fiction writing by reading other authors and taking courses. I’m still learning and improving my blogging and writing skills. Here are some of my favorite writing tips. I keep little posters around me as reminders.

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In the comment section below, what tip or tips would add?

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Author Mitch Albom has captured the essence of why we should all make time to seek out and gather valuable wisdom from the powerful “mentors” in our lives. In this inspirational bestseller Tuesdays With Morrie, the author is sharing his spiritual mentor Morrie Schwartz with all of us.

Tuesdays with MorrieThis best selling book contains many life lessons – finding balance, seeking out a mentor, appreciating what’s really important in life, using talents wisely and making time to love unconditionally. This true story of a mentor/mentee relationship has inspires millions of readers to remember the important mentors in our own lives – ones that helped us to reflect upon making our own lives better.

Tuesdays With Morrie has the power to make each us reflect back to those wise mentors who have passed through our own lives. Ones that as an adult we now wish we’d listen more carefully to or asked more questions of or spent more time with. Mentors come in all shapes and sizes – grandparents, favorite teachers, coaches and parents – those special people who are willing to share life’s wisdom with us.

Tuesdays With Morrie was written by Detroit Free Press sports writer Mitch Albom about his former college professor Morrie Schwartz. After seeing Morrie on Nightline and realizing that Morrie is suffering from ALS (also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease) and is dying, Mitch decides to seek out and spend time with the mentor with whom he’d lost contact.

The two decide to tape record and collaborate on a book that will share Morrie’s wisdom and philosophy of life, death and dying. What began as a book to help pay for Morrie’s medical expenses soon became a labor of love for both.

Mitch and Morrie spent every Tuesday together talking about life, love, purpose, ambition, meaning and so much more. Writing this book gave Morrie a purpose for living and for Mitch it was a wake up call to look at the legacy he is leaving with his own life. This is a powerful and touching book with lessons and “ah’s” for each of us to ponder.

To me, this book reinforces the power of having a trusted mentor. That wise person in your life who encourages you to grow, come out of your comfort zone and live the best life possible. Sometimes, this book reminds us, we are all so busy doing that we forget to “be.”

Tuesday’s With Morrie was on the New York Times Bestseller List for 205 consecutive weeks and for good reason. I highly recommend this book to everyone who wants to improve and empower their lives – Mitch’s mentor Morrie has powerful life lessons for all of us.

Personal Note: I wrote this review in 2009 – it is still one of favorite personal development books.
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***Note*** This autobiography is in the public domain. Yes it is a long post, but I thought you’d be interested in the life of an empowered woman told in her own words. I found it fascinating. I’m not sure what year this was written. I know she passed away in 1903.


My maiden name was Marthy Cannary. I was born in Princeton, Missourri, May 1st, 1852. Father and mother were natives of Ohio. I had two brothers and three sisters, I being the oldest of the children. As a child I always had a fondness for adventure and out-door exercise and especial fondness for horses which I began to ride at an early age and continued to do so until I became an expert rider being able to ride the most vicious and stubborn of horses, in fact the greater portion of my life in early times was spent in this manner.

In 1865 we emigrated from our homes in Missourri by the overland route to Virginia City, Montana, taking five months to make the journey. While on the way the greater portion of my time was spent in hunting along with the men and hunters of the party, in fact I was at all times with the men when there was excitement and adventures to be had. By the time we reached Virginia City I was considered a remarkable good shot and a fearless rider for a girl of my age. I remember many occurrences on the journey from Missourri to Montana. Many times in crossing the mountains the conditions of the trail were so bad that we frequently had to lower the wagons over ledges by hand with ropes for they were so rough and rugged that horses were of no use. We also had many exciting times fording streams for many of the streams in our way were noted for quicksands and boggy places, where, unless we were very careful, we would have lost horses and all. Then we had many dangers to encounter in the way of streams swelling on account of heavy rains. On occasions of that kind the men would usually select the best places to cross the streams, myself on more than one occasion have mounted my pony and swam across the stream several times merely to amuse myself and have had many narow escapes from having both myself and pony washed
away to certain death, but as the pioneers of those days had plenty of courage we overcame all obstacles and reached Virginia City in safety.

Mother died at Black Foot, Montana, 1866, where we buried her. I left Montana in Spring of 1866, for Utah, arriving at Salt Lake city during the summer. Remained in Utah until 1867, where my father died, then went to Fort Bridger, Wyoming Territory, where we arrived May 1, 1868, then went to Piedmont, Wyoming, with U.P. Railway. Joined General Custer as a scout at Fort Russell, Wyoming, in 1870, and started for Arizona for the Indian Campaign. Up to this time I had always worn the costume of my sex. When I joined Custer I donned the uniform of a soldier. It was a bit awkward at first but I soon got to be perfectly at home in men’s clothes.

Was in Arizona up to the winter of 1871 and during that time I had a great many adventures with the Indians, for as a scout I had a great many dangerous missions to perform and while I was in many close places always succeeded in getting away safely for by this time I was considered the most reckless and daring rider and one of the best shots in the western country.

After that campaign I returned to Fort Sanders, Wyoming, remained there until spring of 1872, when we were ordered out to the Muscle Shell or Nursey Pursey Indian outbreak. In that war Generals Custer, Miles, Terry and Crook were all engaged. This campaign lasted until fall of 1873.

It was during this campaign that I was christened Calamity Jane. It was on Goose Creek, Wyoming, where the town of Sheridan is now located. Capt. Egan was in command of the Post. We were ordered out to quell an uprising of the Indians, and were out for several days, had numerous skirmishes during which six of the soldiers were killed and several severely wounded. When on returning to the Post we were ambushed about a mile and a half from our destination. When fired upon Capt. Egan was shot. I was riding in advance and on hearing the firing turned in my saddle and saw the Captain reeling in his saddle as though about to fall. I turned my horse and galloped back with all haste to his side and got there in time to catch him as he was falling. I lifted him onto my horse in front of me and succeeded in getting him safely to the Fort. Capt. Egan on recovering, laughingly said: “I name you Calamity Jane, the heroine of the plains. I have borne that name up to the present time. We were afterwards ordered to Fort Custer, where Custer city now stands, where we arrived in the spring of 1874; remained around Fort Custer all summer and were ordered to Fort Russell in fall of 1874, where we remained until spring of 1875; was then ordered to the Black Hills to protect miners, as that country was controlled by the Sioux Indians and the government had to send the soldiers to protect the lives of the miners and settlers in that section. Remained there until fall of 1875 and wintered at Fort Laramie. In spring of 1876, we were ordered north with General Crook to join Gen’ls Miles, Terry and Custer at Big Horn river. During this march I swam the Platte river at Fort Fetterman as I was the bearer of important dispatches. I had a ninety mile ride to make, being wet and cold, I contracted a severe illness and was sent back in Gen. Crook’s ambulance to Fort Fetterman where I laid in the hospital for fourteen days. When able to ride I started for Fort Laramie where I met Wm. Hickock, better known as Wild Bill, and we started for Deadwood, where we arrived about June.

During the month of June I acted as a pony express rider carrying the U.S. mail between Deadwood and Custer, a distance of fifty miles, over one of the roughest trails in the Black Hills country. As many of the riders before me had been held up and robbed of their packages, mail and money that they carried, for that was the only means of getting mail and money between these points. It was considered the most dangerous route in the Hills, but as my reputation as a rider and quick shot was well known, I was molested very little, for the toll gatherers looked on me as being a good fellow, and they knew that I never missed my mark. I made the round trip every two days which was considered pretty good riding in that country. Remained around Deadwood all that summer visiting all the camps within an area of one hundred miles. My friend, Wild Bill, remained in Deadwood during the summer with the exception of occasional visits to the camps. On the 2nd of August, while setting at a gambling table in the Bell Union saloon, in Deadwood, he was shot in the back of the head by the notorious Jack McCall, a desperado. I was in Deadwood at the time and on hearing of the killing made my way at once to the scene of the shooting and found that my friend had been killed by McCall. I at once started to look for the assassian and found him at Shurdy’s butcher shop and grabbed a meat cleaver and made him throw up his hands; through the excitement on hearing of Bill’s death, having left my weapons on the post of my bed. He was then taken to a log cabin and locked up, well secured as every one thought, but he got away and was afterwards caught at Fagan’s ranch on Horse Creek, on the old Cheyenne road and was then taken to Yankton, Dak., where he was tried, sentenced and hung.

I remained around Deadwood locating claims, going from camp to camp until the spring of 1877, where one morning, I saddled my horse and rode towards Crook city. I had gone about twelve miles from Deadwood, at the mouth of Whitewood creek, when I met the overland mail running from Cheyenne to Deadwood. The horses on a run, about two hundred yards from the station; upon looking closely I saw they were pursued by Indians. The horses ran to the barn as was their custom. As the horses stopped I rode along side of the coach and found the driver John Slaughter, lying face downwards in the boot of the stage, he having been shot by the Indians. When the stage got to the station the Indians hid in the bushes. I immediately removed all baggage from the coach except the mail. I then took the driver’s seat and with all haste drove to Deadwood, carrying the six passengers and the dead

I left Deadwood in the fall of 1877, and went to Bear Butte Creek with the 7th Cavalry. During the fall and winter we built Fort Meade and the town of Sturgis. In 1878 I left the command and went to Rapid city and put in the year prospecting.

In 1879 I went to Fort Pierre and drove trains from Rapid city to Fort Pierre for Frank Wite then drove teams from Fort Pierce to Sturgis for Fred. Evans. This teaming was done with oxen as they were better fitted for the work than horses, owing to the rough nature of the country.

In 1881 I went to Wyoming and returned in 1882 to Miles city and took up a ranch on the Yellow Stone, raising stock and cattle, also kept a way side inn, where the weary traveler could be accommodated with food, drink, or trouble if he looked for it. Left the ranch in 1883, went to California, going through the States and territories, reached Ogden the latter part of 1883, and San Francisco in 1884. Left San Francisco in the summer of 1884 for Texas, stopping at Fort Yuma, Arizona, the hottest spot in the United States. Stopping at all points of interest until I reached El Paso in the fall. While in El Paso, I met Mr. Clinton Burk, a native of Texas, who I married in August 1885. As I thought I had travelled through life long enough alone and thought it was about time to take a partner for the rest of my days. We remained in Texas leading a quiet home life until 1889. On October 28th, 1887,I became the mother of a girl baby, the very image of its father, at least that is what he said, but who has the temper of its mother.

When we left Texas we went to Boulder, Colo., where we kept a hotel until 1893, after which we travelled through Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, Washington, Oregon, then back to Montana, then to Dakota, arriving in Deadwood October 9th, 1895, after an absence of seventeen years.

My arrival in Deadwood after an absence of so many years created quite an excitement among my many friends of the past, to such an extent that a vast number of the citizens who had come to Deadwood during my absence who had heard so much of Calamity Jane and her many adventures in former years were anxious to see me. Among the many whom I met were several gentlemen from eastern cities who advised me to allow myself to be placed before the public in such a manner as to give the people of the eastern cities an opportunity of seeing the Woman Scout who was made so famous through her daring career in the West and Black Hill countries.

An agent of Kohl & Middleton, the celebrated Museum men came to Deadwood, through the solicitation of the gentleman who I had met there and arrangements were made to place me before the public in this manner. My first engagement began at the Palace Museum, Minneapolis, January 20th, 1896, under Kohl and Middleton’s management.

Hoping that this little history of my life may interest all readers, I remain as in the older days,

Mrs. M. BURK

Project Gutenberg’s Life and Adventures of Calamity Jane, by Calamity Jane