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The Fort Collins Museum has a Mask fundraiser annually and this year I attended the Masquerade Ball with my friend Anna.

There were many beautiful masks but this one gave me pause. The opportunity to confront Father Time about his tricks and schemes doesn’t present itself everyday, so I faced him head on.

Listen Father Time,

We need to have a little chat. 

You seriously need to relax, dude. 

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You’re not the boss of me.

You gotta stop chasing me around reminding me that you’re limited. 

You gotta stop acting like this one is the only hour,

day, year in the time-space continuum to get shit done. 

You gotta knock it off with the 45 minute hours. 

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You’re such a task master there is an entire industry 

devoted to the management of you.

And still another to help us understand that if 

we don’t tell you what to do

you will tell us what to do. 

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Back in the day a summer lasted a million years, 

why does the space between Christmas and summer vacation last only five minutes now?

Why, when you have a kid, does the space between birth

and high school graduation last both two seconds and a million years? 

Why am I 17 one second and 40 the next?

Why you gotta be so relative?

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America’s not fat because we like Cheetos. 

America is fat because of YOU!  

You start chasing me at 6 am

and I can’t get a breath between all of the mothering,

empire building,

housekeeping, 

kid sports running,

and time-sucking snigglies that gotta get done,

finally, falling into bed realizing that this body can’t maintain

without my yoga and kickboxing indulgences. 

Self-care is not an indulgence, mother-fucker.

You conspire with Mother Nature and your second-cousin gravity,

pushing us to grieve our youth.

Back off a little. 

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You need to stop with your little lying tricks. 

You know the ones where you pretend that if I haven’t achieved an ambition yet

then my opportunity will vanish any second

or has already done its disappearing act.

That one keeps me scrunched up in knots,

and you know it.

It’s a big fat lie.

And you know it.

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You deceive us into believing that money is your submissive wife,

when the truth is

she’s an independent woman

and you don’t even have her phone number. 

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I don’t know who you think you are,

You’re not even real.

You’re an invented social convention 

which allows us to meet for coffee at the same time.

We’ve invented holidays 

solely to give us an excuse to celebrate a brief truce with you.

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A nap feels like a sin. 

God knew you were gonna be trouble. 

That must be why one of the first things he did was to 

free us from your tyranny one day a week by 

granting us a Sabbath Day.  

And you’ve convinced most of us that even this minor respite from your scheming

is a luxury we shouldn’t allow ourselves. 

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As  I well know Father Time, you are un-battle-able.

Try as I might I can’t ignore you.

I can’t fight you.

I can’t beat you.

When I try it only makes time constrict, 

right when I’m begging you to expand.

So, I surrender.

I’m turning 40.

Be kinder, Father Time, be kinder.

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Tracee Sioux is an Authentic Power Coach, author of Love Distortion: Belle, Battered Codependent and Other Love Stories; and she blogs atTheGirlRevolution.com. Contact her at traceesioux@gmail.com. 

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I went see Catherine Gregory, the Mayan Massage therapist whose hands are featured on my dream board.

I had been preoccupied with my belly area. In 2012 I gained a shocking amount of weight. I broke my clavicle and could barely move, in fact, was instructed not to lift, push or pull anything over five pounds for two months. Pounds packed on so fast I couldn’t even believe it. Add to that the incredible stress of getting a divorce.

Stress is the number one fat producer in the country. Seriously, relaxed people can eat chocolate cake for breakfast, ice cream for dinner, pizza for lunch and drink beer in copious amounts and they would still be thin. Stress is a fat manufacturer. And where does stress fat end up?

The belly.

The belly is also the area of creativity. It is the womb area, the place where life literally manifests from the creation of pleasure (at least one orgasm occurs so someone is in pleasure). It is the place, also where food is digested, where we absorb nutrients and eliminate waste. If the belly is out of balance with fat, constipation or indigestion it’s a symptom that the Sacral Chakra is not in balance, that we are unable to digest the events of our life.

The womb is the center of a woman’s being, and it is often where women store emotional pain. Enter PMS, irregular or painful periods, pain during sex, fibroids and other pelvic issues.

Because I am a writer, this chakra is an essential part of my being. My stomach was full of knots, literal knots of tissue where it had been clenched for so long that the fascia was hardened. My stomach was distended and bloated. I was ashamed, embarrassed and self-conscious. And spending way to much time thinking about it, and negatively so.

What you focus on expands. Which means that the more frustrated and preoccupied I was with it, the bigger and more noticeable it got. Hating something brings more of it into your life.

The only solution is to love it away. So, while I didn’t embrace the idea of having a bulging belly, I do spend time massaging it with love and meditating health and vitality and light into the area.

Gregory gave me a seriously healing, releasing massage complete with intuitive visioning. She taught me how to self-administer belly massages for myself everyday. And I’ve been doing them. She also gave me health tips like stop taking progesterone and take Chaste Berry Tree tincture to support my natural hormone process.

I’m loath to admit it but since I took her challenge to go on a two-week gluten fast, my stomach is flattening. My ego got pretty defensive about the gluten bit because gluten is quite hard to avoid.

My stomach is being loved back to flat.

Try putting some love and light into an area of your body that you’re not as in love with as say, your breasts. My breasts are so amazing that I want to have sex with myself every time I look at them. Truth.

Tracee Sioux is an Authentic Power Life Coach, author of Love Distortion: Belle, Battered Codependent and Other Love Stories; and she blogs at TheGirlRevolution.com. Contact her at traceesioux@gmail.com.

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As I embarked on a personalized week-long retreat with SpiritQuest, a spiritual retreat company, in Sedona, I take a deep breath and realize a very important thing.

I am sovereign.

Standing at a crossroads in my life I find myself in a uniquely liberating position. Sovereignty. I divorced last year, . . (read the rest at The Broad Side).

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I had a realization in 2012: my Soul will always get what She wants. To resist or ignore the voice of my Inner Wise Woman, the Still Small Voice, the Holy Spirit’s promptings—whatever you want to call it—will lead to unhappiness and discontent.

To listen to this Inner Wise Woman, my Soul’s cry, is to follow my Path and will lead to happiness, contentment, joy and well . . . I honestly don’t know where.

I often advise my Authentic Power Coaching clients that their Inner Wise Woman will never, ever steer them wrong. The Inner Wise Woman’s voice, will lead them to their authentic path and She already knows how to manifest what She wants.

I listen to my Inner Wise Woman better than most, but still I attempt to reason with or resist Her. I will walk into a vitamin store and hear, Buy the Quercetin. This could happen for months, eventually I will buy it and the Voice quiets. I will hear the Voice tell me to deposit more money in my account than I had planned, I’ll reason that I had intended something else for the funds and won’t deposit it. Almost immediately I’ll order something online or pay a bill and it will be withdrawn from the wrong account, costing me $30 in fees. I hear don’t answer it when my phone rings, I answer it anyway and immediately drop and shatter my iPhone. Something which occurs only after ignoring the Voice’s warning to buy an Otter Box for many months.

For many years my Inner Wise Woman demanded, I want a divorce! She was not getting anything She wanted or needed from the 12 year marriage. She insisted for many, many years. Finally, last year I divorced and everything I was afraid of—financial destitution, irrevocably damaged children—turned out to be completely untrue. Even better, the pain I had carried over my heart for a decade vanished within months. My life opened up. My future became ripe with possibility. My Soul, I realized, will always get what She wants and She knows how to get there.

As 2013 approached I began reevaluating where I expected my life to go. And wondering what my Soul had planned that may conflict with my own desires and intentions. I got very still and quiet so I could hear Her. Had my Soul created spiritual contracts prior to this human experience that I had to complete? Did my Soul have bigger dreams She wanted to manifest, bigger even than the ones I think I have?

What if I got quiet enough to hear Her with clarity and simply said Yes when prompted to take action? What if I didn’t reason, argue, resist or ignore Her Voice—even if I don’t know what the outcome will be. Where would She lead me?

So I’ve committed. 2013 will be the The Year of Yes! I don’t know the outcome of this story. I have no idea where this will lead. I know where I’d like to eventually end up. At least I think I do. But, maybe, just maybe, my Inner Wise Woman has bigger plans for me than my own poor, limited thinking. As they say, God can dream a bigger dream for you than you can for yourself. And ultimately I believe that my Inner Wise Woman is truly the voice of my Soul and God combined, to help me reach my highest good.

So I embark on a journey in which I have no idea of the destination. It’s an act of faith and optimism. I’m curious and excited to begin. I’m only 21 days into 2013 and my Soul has manifested some incredible things I had not envisioned for myself only one week ago, including a spiritual travel column for a magazine.

Tracee Sioux is an Authentic Power Coach, author of Love Distortion: Belle, Battered Codependent and Other Love Stories; and she blogs at TheGirlRevolution.com. Contact her at traceesioux@gmail.com. 

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Baths.

Naps.

Massage.

Energy Work.

Meditation.

Sleep.

Novels.

Rest.

Play.

Healing.

Fun.

Joy.

Travel.

Dating.

Contentment.

Yes, these are my resolutions for 2013. I have professional goals and ambitions. I do. I have no doubt I’ll accomplish them. I will. I’ll expand on them and think them bigger. In 2013, I’ll even take steps toward them and work on building a foundation. I’ll reassess priorities, do different things with my money, and move deeper on my spiritual path.

But only after I’ve had a massage and a nap.

This year is all about Marriage Rehab (stay tuned for my upcoming Marriage Rehab class). This year I check into my senses and do things that make me feel luxuriously good. This year I focus on releasing the stress of a 12 year marriage. I’m committed to living by intuition and navigating my choices by joy.

I’m going to become a very good lover. To myself. Then I will have a bar. From which to gauge any man who wants to get involved with me. If I am a better date than he, later Mr.

I’m calling forth a year of contentment, rest and joy for 2013.

Wanna come?

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