by AnnSheybani | Oct 28, 2013 | Authenticity, choosing a mate, coaching, Confidence, Courage, Daddy Hole, dating, desire, expectations, Honesty, identity, Life, love, marriage, match profile, Match.com, narcissism, Self-Esteem, voice
I received a wonderful comment a few weeks back, and now I’d love to take the time to respond properly. You’ve shared that you met Walt on Match. So, please also share how you maintained the endurance to keep going and not lose hope from one stereotypical online... by AnnSheybani | Oct 21, 2013 | Authenticity, Betrayal, confrontation, connection, Courage, Cultural Issues, death, divorce, guilt, Honesty, husband, identity, Intimacy, Iran, Life, marriage, mixed marriages, risk, Self love, tension, voice
The summer I came back to the States, the fall I chose never to go back to Iran, I told myself that if I could just get away from my husband’s family, just gain a little control, then all my troubles would magically disappear. I understood that if I refused to go... by AnnSheybani | Oct 13, 2013 | adventure, Authenticity, Boundaries, coaching, Codependency, Confidence, Daddy Hole, desire, Empty nest syndrome, expectations, extreem dependency, goals, Honesty, identity, Iran, Life, life transitions, marathon, mistakes, mountain climbing, nice girl complex, people pleasing, purpose, reinvention, risk, running, Self love, Starting Over, voice
Once upon a time I was an aimless girl who twisted herself into a little pretzel to win over a man. He was a decent man, with his own complexes and flaws, who led me down the primrose path into the Islamic Republic of Iran. This did not go well. As with any episode in... by AnnSheybani | Oct 6, 2013 | adventure, Confidence, Courage, Denali, Driving Miss Daisy, extreem dependency, Fearless Living, Feel the Fear and Do it Anyway, Ireland, Reading, route finding, tenacity
I’m learning to drive all over again in Ireland. This doesn’t sound like a big deal, I know, but it feels death defying. Most of the time, I pretty much want to scream and cry, or blame my misery on horrible Walt. Smug Walt. Gasp-y Walt. The Irish, for whatever... by AnnSheybani | Oct 4, 2013 | Ireland, Quiet, Reading
The farmer two hills over is harvesting his potatoes. To keep the crows from puncturing his spuds, which, from what I’m told, renders them useless, he’s operating a mechanical popper. Every–let me time this so I can be accurate–37 seconds, we...
