Man. I remember a few weeks ago…words were just the hardest thing to come by. They just…they weren’t there. My brain, my mind, my thoughts…they weren’t connected. And they certainly weren’t speaking any truths to my hands. But lately, these most recent days, the words are right there. They’re all just right there. I feel […]
The power of words, lyrics, and seeing myself in success. Read More »
(This post goes somewhere cool, so hang around for the ride if you’re interested in what I’m trying to get at.) In case you didn’t know, and now you can’t say that you didn’t know, Eminem released a new album at midnight (11pm for me) last night. And ohhhhhhh boy. I am *strong* in my
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As the sun set on my last day of my 29th year last night, I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. Today, I woke up 30. After a 29th year that was nothing short of messy and hard and ugly and….bad. Just simply bad. I’m big on symbolism and metaphors and all that. I
From now until Tuesday, everything is yes. Monday is my 30th birthday, and I for one think I deserve to allow myself the gift of yes. We don’t have anything huge (or anything small) planned, my the 2 big kids are in camp, my husband was mostly off of work today and possibly Monday, and
The Friday before a 3 day weekend. It’s been a long week in its own right, but this makes it feel even longer. There is a part of me that has come to dread the weekends. It’s like I have no excuse to feel bad. My husband willingly and graceful gives me a break from
“You’re future is worth sticking around for”. That’s the quote on my calendar this month. I laughed when I saw it. July is my birthday month, next week actually. I’m not a fan of my birthday, I’ve never been sold on the idea of celebrating me. I’ve never seen myself as worthy of celebrating. Not
I have a hard week coming up. Most of my weeks are hard to begin with, but next week we’re going to be entering some new territory, and I’m just not ready for it. I don’t know how to talk about it, I don’t think I even know how I feel about it. The reality
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Really…what does it mean? What does it look like when one trusts someone, or is able to be vulnerable? How can I overcome this massive blockade? I don’t have much experience with healthy relationships. My marriage is one, my therapist is another, some solid friendships here and there. And still, even in those, my comfort
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While giving my backstory is indescribably important into the telling of who I am and why…sometimes that’s exhausting. It can be exhausting and traumatic to relive, experience, and think about all of that again. I want to depart from that for just a second here, because this is very, very much also me. Many nights
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