Symbolizing a Journey ─ Learning Lessons ─ Letting Go ─ and Gaining Insight . . . tools that lead to relationships.
Relationships are formed with people, alcohol, animals, battlefields, diseases, drugs, environments, and even our emotions. Whether toxic or nontoxic they’re an integral part of daily living.
Follow Author Nina Norstrom through the journey as she peels off those toxic relationships. The story takes you through the experiences of grief, pain, trauma, and forgiveness. The story weaves lies with love, betrayal with deception and drama with murder.
As the shoe prints are molded in and out of a variety of unhealthy relationships, they’ll leave behind a blazing trail of lessons. Teaching an ultimate lesson for the meaning of relationships, that builds honesty and compassion.
The story in its raw image projects a remarkable voice to the heroic fight and bravery gained when striking back to wipe out the toxicity of deadly relationships. Through its reading, you will discover the importance that life brings many challenges, and that each challenge provides lessons to be learned.
Inside the Excerpts, are sneak previews of what's bubbling:
Preorders are available for April 5, 2016
DETAILS ABOUT THE JOURNEY
Why is the topic so important?
What we do in our everyday experiences brings about important life lessons. We’re living inside the topic each day we inhale anew breathe. In These days and times, toxicity has settled in the environment. Just think about it: every day we wake up we’re on the battlefield fighting a war. And just feeling where there’s: good against evil; sons against fathers; daughters against mothers; nations against nations; drugs against diseases; and the list goes on and on.
So who is Nina Norstrom, the writer, the author, and the volunteer?
Norstrom a native of Illinois, grew up in a suburban town outside of Chicago. She was a Daddy’s girl and her family was bonded by Christian values.
She has an extensive work history in the public sector. As an added element to her career journey, she taught in the school system. She has been writing for over twenty-five years. Having experienced a mass of tainted relationships, writing therapy helped her find solace. The story, Not Blueprint: It’s the Shoe Prints that Matter, A Journey Through Toxic Relationships, is a representation of her growth and signifies a milestone in her recovery from toxic relationships, to the transition of non-toxicity.
Norstrom says, “Medically, the whole program of journaling was a healing process. It has helped to shape and transform a toxic journey into a prescription for healthy emotional wellness.”
Since going through the journey, she says, “We all go through stuff in life (the good, bad, and ugly). When you think there’s no way out, don’t give up.
With Valentine’s Day vastly approaching, I hope you’re embracing your #Cupid.
As I think back, there once was a Cupid that walked and stood alongside me . . . through all that I was enduring.
Life can bring you many ups and downs. Also, it can pick you up when you’re knocked down. And when your journey takes you on that rough and rocky road, you do need someone that has a strong shoulder to lean on.
Through the tough years of sufferance, I’ve acquired many great lessons. Now, they are all tucked and stored away in my #survival kit!
Mark your calendars for audio format (narrated by Sara Morsey) . . . coming 2018
Not a Blueprint: It's the Shoe Prints That Matter
I connected emotionally with Greg, inspired by the way he adored China. Perhaps he’d known how draining and stressful things had gotten. Being a caring, dedicated, and responsible person, Greg and China became closely attached. Greg accepted China as a major part of my life. And that itself demonstrated his love for us both. He had been a natural in caring for her, treating her like a princess. When he dropped by, he’d greet her with a smile and make her feel loved. He’d pull the leopard chair to her bedside and read to her—China had been an avid reader. He had a habit of bringing her food, whatever his meal had been. And it seemed he kept a joke or two in his side pocket just to make her laugh. He spent hours sitting and chatting with her. He loved to rent movies and bring them over to watch. Whenever he’d leave, he’d give her a big hug. Stepping up as he had done proved his love for us. China had grown to enjoy his company immensely. “Mom, he’s really a nice guy,” she said. “Well, baby, he sure is,” I replied as my eyes watered. I wanted to turn back the hands of time and wash away that ungodly relationship clinging to her. . . .