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Elizabeth Viszt

Elizabeth Viszt

Elizabeth Viszt BA,MS, a Health & Wellness Coach in New York, is Master of Habit Change around the areas of nutrition, dieting, and personal relationships.
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“Will I be like my dad?” “My whole family are addicts; does this mean I’ll be one too?” For many children of an alcoholic parent, there is the need to “not end up like” that parent. Unfortunately, that which we resist only persists and these children often create in themselves ground that is fertile for alcoholism or other addictive behaviors. 

There are people in the world who just have that magic attitude that inspires others. They approach life with a certain curiosity and resilience, asking questions without getting attached to the outcomes. The answer doesn’t matter - they ask away! A “no” merely sends them in the direction of a possibility that they had not yet considered… until that moment. A shift in perspective takes them on a path that results in stretch and growth. Every adventure is viewed as an opportunity.

Wherever I turn, there is a constant reminder that to live in a house that love built is the way to live. ‘Less home and more land’ was my motto when my search began. Somewhere secluded where I could walk out any door and not see another house, maintenance free and well built.

According to researchers from Flinders University in Australia, the more time you spend on Facebook, the less likely you are to like your own body. Whoa. What just happened there? How did time spent on social media correlate to body image?

The brown wicker patio set sits at attention on the cobblestone sidewalk. There are four armchairs tucked under the ornately scrolled table top waiting for the chance to be a part of the conversation. The trees are a mix of haves and have-nots as their leaves chase the random passing car and settle along the sides of the road. Strays dotting the sidewalk and
accumulating in bunches of oranges and reds in the base and feet of the patio set. Two seasons coexisting in this moment.

People are asking about hope. Finding it, renewing it and sharing it. Lacking a “how-to” book or YouTube video, there is no guide when it comes to hope. In fact, add a little fear, and hopeful becomes hopeless. It’s a fine line. The political climate and the usual seasonal holiday preparations have collided this year and there are more people searching for a reason to hope.

The greens and yellows and browns intermingle and swirl in tight patterns on the blown glass ornament that was created by a friend new to the art. There were several strewn about his desk, each a different color scheme, each a slightly different take on ‘round’."

The first snow is always the prettiest. Untouched across the fields, it looks like frosting smoothed with an expert’s hand. Naked trees jutting here and there across the surface, swaying in the breeze and providing direction to the flurries as they swirl like decorative writing on a cake.  An anniversary of sorts, since it comes every year, bringing friends to gather and partake in the festivities.

The dying plant was just like me, so I had to have her. She was sitting on the clearance rack. Marked down 50%, her leaves slumped in a tangle over the sides of the pot she had overgrown. A single, withered orange-throated pink flower peeking out amongst the mixed and tattered yellow and green of her foliage. Dry, brown tendrils reached out every which way in search of the sturdy support she needed to climb.  From my vantage point, she looked defeated. On closer inspection, however,  a sprout here and there appeared as if  she might have some life left in her. A little TLC, a little direction, some time to heal and she might just come 'round....

When I got engaged to my ex my mom said, “Life doesn’t have to be hard. There is an EASY button.” And then she leaned back and let me discover what that meant for me.

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