Control has been a way to protect myself. Oh, yes, there are so many ways I try to keep that firm grip. One old standby is the hiding. Hiding works because I don’t even give people a chance to form an unfavorable opinion of me. That’ll teach ‘em. I’ll just not talk. Or create. Or … Continue reading The other voice
I wish I had the language and talent and experience to write something full of beauty. I walk in the woods often. The sights, sounds, smells help me feel calm. I feel like I’m where I’m meant to be. I feel okay. Then I say to myself, I wish I could write about this. I … Continue reading That kind of beauty
It’s okay if it feels like all you’re doing is treading water. We’re getting lots of messages right now and there’s a lot of expectation hidden inside of them. If you have food, shelter and people who love you, you are way ahead of the game. It’s our natural way of being to have concern … Continue reading Treading water
I may hang this in my kitchen. This concept has come up a lot in my life lately. We’re expected to be instant experts on everything in this world. But it takes time and practice to become an expert in anything. And even then, are you really an expert? There is so much power in … Continue reading I’m still learning that
I sat down to write this with a plan. I wanted to write about power. Power is the theme I always come back to when I’m reflecting on what I’ve learned over the last 7 years. In every moment, we are creating our lives. We are the creators, the powerful creators, of our life on … Continue reading Power
You closed the door. You turned on the music. You lit the candle. You placed that soft, heavy blanket over your lap. You are here, now. Remember where you’ve been, but only to help you appreciate this place you are now. Dream about where you’re going, but only to feel excited for the possibilities. Your … Continue reading You are here, now.
It didn’t really occur to me that I was depressed. I was certain I was failing at life. I watched other people - family, friends, random shoppers at the grocery store, the couple on the next towel at the beach. I watched and I studied. Sometimes we made eye contact. Wait a minute, I thought … Continue reading Why I Write
Dear old me, I remember how it feels to know there has to be a different way. There is a different way, you just have to find it. There’s a whole life waiting for you. And it’s time. I know you can’t see that path running parallel to the one you’re on now, but it’s … Continue reading A letter to me