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October 7, 2015

I am so fortunate to have been a part of many welcoming communities in my life. From the Friends Club which made my high school years bearable to the sorority that was my home away from home in college, the Girl Scout camp that gave me a radically different perspective on life when I worked there after college, the AOII consultant group affectionately termed “The Nine” with whom I traveled across North America for a year, the larger fraternity/sorority community that I have been an intimate part of for more than 20 years now, the cancer community that no one wants to be a part of, but when you get initiated into the club, you are so thankful for, and the River Geeks, fellow river guides who open their homes and break bread with me on a regular basis, and with whom I spend time paddling on...

September 11, 2015

 

Going back for the 35 year reunion of the Girl Scout camp I attended as a kid and worked at for three years after college reminded me of how much that job embraced play in all its myriad forms. We sang before meals, after meals, during meals, while washing the dishes (about washing the dishes) and made games out of so many of the tasks that had to get done everyday. When we weren’t doing that, we were sailing, windsurfing, paddling canoes and kayaks, swimming, playing games in the field, hiking, climbing on cargo nets, challenging ourselves on the ropes course, spelunking, rock climbing, riding on the pontoon boat, or playing rainy day games (mostly involving singing – again). For special occasions, we had all-camps, themed fun days in which all the units at camp came together in a carniv...

August 20, 2015

Sometimes I feel like a walking paradox. I totally empathize with politicians who are labeled flip-floppers (and think it’s totally unfair, by the way), because we all change our minds from time to time. If we are growing at all, it seems logical that even the most deeply held convictions would alter over time. I have always had the gift (curse?) of being able to see the same issue from many different points of view, and even strongly held beliefs on my part can be swayed by a good counter-point on the spot. I even like the aha moment experience that hits me like a bolt of lightning from the blue when suddenly the way I view the world is turned on its head in an instance.

 

F. Scott Fitzgerald apparently saw the benefit of a paradoxical view of life as well when he said, “The test of a first...

May 29, 2015

 

I wrote about this topic in February of 2011, and today I’m reminded that it is still a very relevant theme in my life. I have been very emotional lately, often crying easily during a frustration, and sometimes for a long time. It has been a busy and somewhat difficult six months for me for a number of reasons, and the stress of that prolonged period of discomfort is taking a toll.

 

For two years now, I’ve been taking part in a healer training program that involves energy and intuitive healing techniques. This course has taught me a great deal about the healing process, and solidified the truth of the statement, “healer, heal thyself.” Part of what makes me an empathetic healing coach is that I also struggle with many of the same issues as my clients. You’ve heard the phrase “we teach that...

March 16, 2015

Have you ever had those days when EVERYTHING feels like an enormous struggle?  Of course you have. We all have. Sometimes, almost from the moment you get out of bed things seem to go wrong. You burn the toast, stub your toe, get shampoo in your eye and spill coffee on your tax return. All before you even get out the door! I used to call these dork days, because I would just feel like an enormous dork who couldn’t do anything right. I would even wonder, “Who is this bumbling idiot that is temporarily inhabiting my body?”

This came up last night in a call I was leading for my Being Enough 5-week tele-class. One of the participants described the day when she forgot her umbrella, it was sleeting and she missed the bus. She mentioned that those kinds of days used to happen more often than they...

February 19, 2015

There are many movements advocating for a slower pace of life. You may have heard of Slow Food - asking us to sit down as a family or with friends to enjoy a home-cooked meal, rather than eating on the go, over the sink or different meals at different times. The Slow Movement is also gaining momentum - suggesting that we slow our lives down and notice our surroundings more. Interestingly, this one began in Italy as a protest against a McDonalds opening there. Now there are designated slow cities, slow living, slow travel and slow design, just to name a few.

Because I travel so much for work and adventure, and the pace of that is typically NOT slow, I am more aware of my time at home moving at a different pace. Working from home and setting my own schedule have definitely helped with that....

January 29, 2015

I was at my acupuncturist the other day and he said that he read that most New Year’s resolutions are discarded by Valentine’s Day. This is not surprising. I would guess that it’s even earlier than that. The new year gives us a clean slate upon which to create our lives, and most of us are tempted to set goals or make “resolutions” about our behavior. WHY then, are those things given up so early in the game?

Because my birthday is the 17th of January, each year I take the time to reflect, vision and dream between the first of the year and the first of MY new year. I recognized a few years ago that my resolutions were alarmingly similar from year to year – lose 10 pounds (or 20), eat more vegetables, make more money (or spend less), exercise more often, blah, blah, blah. Perhaps you can re...

January 1, 2015

I have always felt a little bit like an outsider. From as far back as I can remember, I didn’t quite fit in. I was different.

I was never the most popular, sought-after friend or the one with the most talent in anything (in anything that mattered anyway). Winning my school’s spelling bee in sixth grade didn’t win me friends or admirers. Being first chair of the trumpet section in the band wasn’t listed in the junior high school yearbook like captain of the basketball team was.

There were many times that I felt like a total outcast, but to be fair, I was never really that. There were students who were horribly treated because of their socioeconomic status, their clothes, their “weirdness.” That wasn’t me. I was never the object of serious bullying, and I always had friends, even if they s...

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