Wake up, think anxious thoughts, feel stressed, reach for numbing ‘tool’ (such as wine or food), thoughts quieted, fall asleep…wake up, think more anxious thoughts (+ shame for numbing again), feel stressed…and so on.
Sound familiar? Continue reading Interrupting Patterns
Far too often we approach our days with drudgery – a series of mundane tasks that need to be slogged through in order to reach the sweet spot of pajamas and slumber (often prefaced by a glass or two of wine). Continue reading Sense of Urgency! [Living your best life]
For a minute I consider dashing up there to grab my camera—this color is astonishing!—but I know that by the time I get back out here, the moment will have faded, and the day-to-day blue will have soaked all the rebellion from the clouds. Continue reading Sitting with impermanence
I drew people to me who had vacant spaces where love should be, and I shoveled myself into those holes, sweating and aching with the effort it takes to fill the unfillable. Continue reading Job Title: Hole-Filler (a letter of resignation)
I have been scrambled lately. My lengthy To-Do lists and filmy future-dreams are whisked together into a froth inside my brain. Continue reading Hesitation Point
Reflections of a mom learning to witness her fears: I had a feeling going into this game Friday night that we might not come out on the winning side, and I was worried. Continue reading Losing, Fear, and Personal Power
I love it when I ‘believe’ things or ‘know’ them to be true in my guts and then find out that science is busy proving the same thing. Continue reading Thoughts on Thoughts, by a Half-Assed Scientist
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling a bit antsy these days—pacing the four walls of my house, tracing calendar days with my fingertips, and searching the internet for springtime Airbnb’s. Continue reading Accepting the Pause
It’s that time of year. The giddy excitement of holidays and fresh snow is gradually replaced by the dread of scraping frosted windshields (again) and the monotony of wiping up wet, brown footprints. We grow bored with our cute sweaters, and our fur-lined boots are scuffed and crusted with salt. Continue reading Feeling S.A.D.? Me too.
My vulnerability is not “complaining.” It is not “attention-seeking.” I don’t claim to have hard knocks or burdens to bear. I just wear my humanity on my sleeve, because it’s okay to have hard days and feel deep emotions. It’s okay to get mired in the struggle once in a while. Being human is what we do, because, well, we’re all human. Continue reading Vulnerability (here I am)
Waking up Razzle-Dazzle 