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Waking up Razzle-Dazzle

I speak my truth to heal. I no longer run from my shadows.

  • Poetry
  • Personal Essay
  • Parenthood
  • transformation
  • Shadow Stories
  • sobriety

Tag: self improvement

Personal Essay, transformation

Being Enough

We know this intuitively as small, children; until our peers/family/society drills the message tour head that we are somehow ‘lacking’ and need to alter ourselves/or disguise ourselves/or compete to win/or act less weird/or blend in/ or fix what appears broken/ or fill ourselves up. Continue reading Being Enough

vixenleaFebruary 26, 20211 Comment
sobriety, transformation

The Dread Pit

It was an underlying sense that something was slipping through my fingers, but I couldn’t quite figure out what. It was a feeling that something else existed in the world that was just outside of my awareness. I was missing it and I needed it, but I couldn’t find it. Continue reading The Dread Pit

vixenleaFebruary 20, 2021February 25, 2021Leave a comment
Parenthood, Personal Essay

Accepting the Pause

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

vixenleaFebruary 16, 20214 Comments
Personal Essay

Feeling S.A.D.? Me too.

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.

vixenleaFebruary 3, 2021Leave a comment
Poetry, transformation

Resolutions

This year I am going to pull my dreams down from the shelf and roll them in my hands like clay. Continue reading Resolutions

vixenleaJanuary 1, 2021January 1, 20212 Comments
Personal Essay, sobriety, transformation

The Words I Write

I started writing because there were stories inside of me that needed to get out. Old stories, gritty stories, haunting stories. Stories I had spent years drinking into the shadows. Stories that peered up at me in fragile longing, begging to be seen and forgiven. Continue reading The Words I Write

vixenleaDecember 19, 20202 Comments
Poetry, Shadow Stories

Hey Depression, old pal

Thought you’d skipped town for good. Yet I keep catching glimpses of you creeping around again, under the clutter in my messy house and behind the quinoa in my secret stash of Oreos. Continue reading Hey Depression, old pal

vixenleaDecember 5, 20202 Comments

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