by Francine Ward | Dec 24, 2018 | Esteemable Acts Blog, Francine D. Ward, Francine Ward, God, Gratitude, Growth, Self esteem, Self esteem tips, Self love, Service
Life Lessons. Patched Quilt. Anyone who has recently heard me speak has heard of my Patched Quilt. A beautiful quilt comprised of ten (10) pieces that make up the fabric of my life. Every patch is different, each is important, and none is taken for granted. ... by Francine Ward | Sep 24, 2018 | Esteemable Acts, Esteemable Acts Blog, Goal Setting, Goals
The fall season is slowly on its way. So let me ask you all a question. How are you doing on the resolutions and goals you set for yourself back in January? Sad to say, but human nature seems to be that if things don’t happen quickly enough or it becomes a struggle to... by Francine Ward | Sep 22, 2018 | Esteemable Acts, Esteemable Acts Blog
For years I hated the word addiction because I felt it connoted an immorality that didn’t apply to me, a level of depravity that seemed like an overstatement. In time I let go of my dislike of the label and realized that regardless of what I called it – a... by Francine Ward | Sep 18, 2018 | accountability, Accountable, Choice, Choices, Esteemable Acts, Esteemable Acts Blog, Francine Ward, victim
Well-Being. Victim. One way to greater sense of well-being is to let go of the victim mentality. The greater your sense of well-being, the less you choose to give power to the victim mentality. The unabridged version of the Random House Dictionary of the English... by Francine Ward | Sep 15, 2018 | Change, Change your life, Choice, Choices, Esteemable Acts, Esteemable Acts Blog
The Serenity Prayer says, “Grant me the serenity to accept the thing I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.” Sometimes it doesn’t feel as if we have choices, but in truth we almost always do.... by Francine Ward | Sep 12, 2018 | Esteemable Acts, Esteemable Acts Blog, Family, family values, Friends, Friendship
Blame Mothers. When I was a kid and told that I looked like my mother, I’d cringe with pain at the thought that we were actually cut from the same cloth. At eighteen, I ran away from home. I would have left sooner, but when I was a minor, she could bring me...
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