If you've read my blog for a while, you'll know that I love pickleball. Lately though, I've found myself feeling a little discouraged. I haven't progressed as quickly as some of the people who started playing at the same time I did. I tend to make up for my lack of skill with enthusiasm, determination and a lot of running around the court. Then I remind myself of something important. I started playing pickleball at 59 after spending my adult life never playing a sport.

Whenever I think about intuition, I question how much I have and how much I use it. I have learned that people call it by different names. Some call it a gut reaction. Some call it instinct. Some call it an inner voice. For me, intuition feels like a deep knowing. I know when a situation or person feels comfortable. Other times, I sense that something is not quite right, even if I cannot explain what I am noticing beneath the surface. I have called on my intuition at di

When I was younger and even into early adulthood, I didn’t saw myself as creative. Looking back, I realize the truth was slightly different. I had not given myself permission to try anything that felt vaguely creative. I also had a narrow definition of creativity. To me, creativity meant being able to draw or paint. Since I never spent hours with a paintbrush and I was fairly certain I did not possess that kind of talent, I decided creativity was not for me. Some people find