Archives For Loss

On my walk today

November 12, 2020

I took the fluffy tyrants on a walk today

convinced it would be best if we all got out

A car backed into a driveway in front of us

intersecting our tug-filled return home

The face peering through its passenger window

made me pause and catch my breath

He looked like he could be around the same age

as a classmate my son once knew

had that classmate reached his teenage years

The smile on his face upon gazing at my dogs

reminded me that life can be both messy and joyful

And walks can be both mundane and momentous

This is the twelfth (#12) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!

Written by Heidi Woodard

Trapped, yet freed

April 19, 2020


With nowhere to go and nothing to do,

our minds drift to the what if’s and why now’s?

A sadness creeps in to cracks that deepen,

with each passing day and missed occasion

Life is less predictable than we had hoped,

while time plays hide and seek with no guarantee

of ever being found, of ever being caught

You can feel trapped in solitary confinement

while surrounded by windows and beating hearts

Or you can cherish the breeze and the birds

because your soul is finally still enough to feel and hear

What if this was needed, why not now?


This is the eleventh (#11) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!

Written by Heidi Woodard

How others see you

December 26, 2016

I’ve read several people’s personal opinions on social media and have heard others talk about how 2016 needs to end already due to the fact that a lot of terrible things have happened this year.

Being able to tuck my three children into bed at night (metaphorically speaking as they each grow more independent by the day) and seeing my husband’s eyes looking back at mine reminds me that I don’t have anything significant or real to complain about. Hanging out with my parents, my sister, and extended family over the holidays gave me much perspective in terms of what I have. As compared to what so many others do not.

I’d imagine if you asked people who ran into me this last year how they might describe me, you would hear something like “happy go lucky” because that is how I try to carry myself. Even when I am feeling neither happy nor lucky.

I shared back in August how I lost my cousin. A beautiful, vibrant person who took her final breath and left this earth far too soon.

You learn more about the people whom you choose to associate with when times are tough. During this low point in my life, it was easy to see which of my relationships were strong and which were seasonal.


I entered a new role within a new company around the same time. Whenever you apply for a job, the potential employer wants to know what’s in it for them. Rightfully so, in exchange for a paycheck, they want to make sure they are getting a great R.O.I.

I’ve taken several professional personality tests over the years and here are my Top 5 “what I bring to the table” strengths according to one such test:

1. Maximizer – I love honing my own strengths and helping others maximize theirs.
2. Positivity – I realize bad things in life happen; I simply choose to focus on the good things.
3. Woo – (Winning Others Over) I enjoy finding common interests with people in order to build rapport.
4. Communication – I like to explain, to describe, to speak in public, and to write.
5. Developer – I like to see the potential in others and help them experience success.

If I could add one more category that wasn’t an option included in the possible testing outcomes, I’d say I want to add value to something remarkable. That’s not too much to ask, right?

My hope for me and for you is that 2017 turns out to be a remarkable year, however you define that to be. In order to move onward, we must say goodbye to the bad stuff in order to remain open to what awaits.

Written by Heidi Woodard