Coaching by Kimmie Kay

When I said I would take the train to Rockport I had no idea what a spoiled brat I am!   My usual is renting cars, taking a Lyft, an Uber and/or friends and family willing to shuttle me to and from the airport etc. Don’t get me wrong, I highly recommend anyone take the train from Boston Logan Airport to Rockport, MA.   It’s one of the most beautiful rides on a train you may ever see on the East Coast. First of all, I downloaded directions online to get me to the train station, but nothing prepared me for the lack-of-signage.   I do not take public transportation in my daily life.   When I read the instructions that said, get on the bus headed to North Station…well, it doesn’t say North Station—it says something else.   So, I blindly followed another lost individual onto a bus that looked like it might be going the right way.   And yes it was.   It stopped at the Subway terminal.   I asked the bus driver how to get to North Station.   These were his exact words, “Go to the e

I've been up since 5:34 am, stacking boxes in places to go thru them later. Humph. I’m trying not to feel anger towards them and then I recognize I have the power to change my attitude.   Suddenly a warmth comes over me, I begin to become thankful about all the 'stuff' that has accumulated over the years. After the gratitude becomes an actual feeling, my thoughts are clear. And 'truth' questions appear. We moved most this 'stuff' to Cali and didn't open the box.   The storage unit here has boxes that haven't been opened in 3-6 years. “What are we hanging onto?”, I ask myself? We live great and have been living great without them. Again, I ask, “what are we holding on to?” To this question,  I do not have an answer.   “It's OK not to know”, I say. That feels good. I begin to repeat, “Today is a beautiful day full off gratitude, laughter, joy and sunshine. Simplify, recondition, and purge! “.   I open the doors and the fresh air from