My Favorite Posts of 2013

Lisbeth CrossFit, Essays, Life

Now that I’ve told you the most-read posts of 2013 on Words With Lisbeth, I’d like to share my personal favorites of the last 12 months. In no particular order, here they are, along with a few words about each one:

“You Say the World is Cold”: Is the world cold? Or are you? A reminder on perspective, and appreciating what is in front of us.

“Happiness is a Choice”: Always. Choose well, my friends.

“Confetti”: When your life gets torn to pieces, you can cry … or you can have a party. I received a lot of notes about this one — I think because we all know what it’s like to have to start over again.

“For Those Who Think All is Lost”: I was driving on a beautiful mountain road in California when “The Boxer” by Simon and Garfunkel came on the radio, a song that my late sister Lynn absolutely loved. Rather than switch it off and avoid the pain of remembrance, I turned up the volume, set my jaw, and went deep into the emotions swirling inside of me. By the time I got to my destination, I had most of this column written in my head. I dashed into a coffee shop and banged out the words on my Air. Just as I finished, feeling a little broken and spent, my good buddy Pete sat down at the table, in this little town 20 miles away from where we live. A totally random occurrence, and exactly the company I needed in that moment.

“Come What Come May”: This was a breakthrough moment for me. Vulnerability is difficult, in personal relationships and in writing.

“The Club You Never Wanted To Belong To”: Hearts break, but life? Life moves on, and one day you will too.

“Homework”: For everybody who ever loved a special kid, here’s a story about mine.

“The Unexpected Path to Safety”: Hide in plain sight. Hi world, this is me.

“The Barbell Didn’t Give a F**k”: This one struck a chord in women around the world. The barbell means so much to so many of us.

“235 Days”: The saddest column I’ve ever written, and one that I wish I never had to write. Live every day. Joe would, if he could.



Lisbeth CrossFit, Essays, Life

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