This is 45

Allison Nazarian Life Lessons, Real Life, The Life of Allison

Here I am, equidistant from 15 and 75. Equal parts wonder and “meh.” At 45, I’m now parentless. At 45, I miss my mom more than ever. At 45, I’m preparing for one of my birdies to leave the nest, the other in just two years. At 45, I am loved and supported beyond what I ever expected. At 45, …

Bookends

Allison Nazarian Inspiration, Life Lessons, Real Life, The Life of Allison

My son, my first child, was born at the end of 1997. Four months later, nearly to the day, my mom died. That same son, now 18, graduated from high school last Saturday. Two days later, my dad died. Bookends: “occur or be positioned at the end or on either side of something” On that Saturday of graduation, I called …

Slow

Allison Nazarian Life Lessons, The Life of Allison

I like to get things done fast. Like quickly. And efficiently. Without delay. I read fast. I eat fast. I talk fast. I think fast (too fast, sometimes). I understand fast and I explain fast. My way doesn’t embrace the impatient among us. I’m not good at savoring or lolling about or stretching things out. I even relax fast. So …

Someday

Allison Nazarian Bittersweet, Healing, Inspiration, Life Lessons

As the saying goes, “There are seven days of the week but Someday isn’t one of them.” What are you someday-ing in your life? We will definitely travel there someday. I will forgive her someday. You have to tell me that story someday! I’ll make up with him someday. I will write about that someday. Let’s get together someday soon. …

A Word About The Past

Allison Nazarian Bittersweet, Healing, Life Lessons, Truth

I try to live in the moment. Connect with my breath. Come back to now. Leave the past behind, let the future unfold on its own. Sometimes I am able to do all of this. I feel peaceful and serene because I’m doing things “right.” And sometimes, I am utterly unable to do any of it. I feel pissy and …

Your Miracle

Allison Nazarian Inspiration, Life Lessons, Real Life

Your miracle. It’s coming. Even when you don’t see it or a hint of its light. It’s on its way. And there isn’t much you have to do to make sure it finds its way to you. That’s part of the miracle, like it knows. It’s hard to remember, when things seem shitty or off-course or very un-miracle-like. And maybe …