Category: Life
-
There are days when I wish my chapstick contained super glue. Not permanently. Just…strategically. Like at 10:43 a.m., when I open my mouth to give a “brief clarification” and somehow deliver a seven-minute TED Talk with context, backstory, nuance, emotional framework, and three hypothetical scenarios. No one asked for that. A simple “Yes, that works”…
-
My Daddy used to tell me, “Life’s not fair and then you die.” It took 25 years for that to click. I am approaching 40 and still not incredibly wise. The Lord has really been dealing with my attitude lately. I was awake half of the night overthinking something I have dealt with for most…
-
This isn’t a confession or a takedown. This is an inventory, taken calmly, without theatrics. I have been enough time blaming myself for things that were not mine. And that makes it easier, now, to name the moments that were. In an effort to close loops, as opposed to reopen wounds, I was the problem…
-
Society’s widely accepted “pop culture” therapeutic methodology has, in the last couple of years, adopted a new, seemingly simple solution to all of our problems. “Let Them.” Mel Robbins wrote a book in 2024, introducing a new approach to relationships and personal power. Its track record speaks for itself. It’s been a #1 New York…
-
Tuesdays at 8 a.m. I look forward to going to therapy, even if I don’t necessarily look forward to getting up earlier than usual and paying a $35.00 copay just to talk someone’s ear off. Someone whose job I do not want. Someone who would be justified in secretly judging her patients’ “first world problems.”…
-
There are parts of myself I recognize easily now – not because they’re gone entirely – but because they no longer fit like they once did. It’s not rejection. It’s recognition. There are things that used to feel familiar, even defining, in my life. And somehow, they don’t fit anymore. What has replaced these things…
-
Having once been told that “all women are the same,” I used to think “being myself” would feel louder. More distinctive. That the things that piqued my interest would be more interesting on paper, or that somehow my traits would make me “more” unique than the next girl. What I am learning now is that…
-
I have to be honest about something. I don’t like myself very much. It’s not a character flaw. It’s a pattern that makes sense given some of the things I’ve lived through. I don’t dislike myself because I am secretly awful. I dislike myself because I learned to see myself through the lens of harm,…
-
What does my perfect day actually look like? Not the aspirational version. Not the productivity fantasy.Not the “I’ll do this when my life is different” model. This day would make me feel most like myself – steady, present, quietly content. It starts without urgency. I wake up without an alarm blaring me into consciousness. No…
-
Not once in my life have I ever been perfect. Nobody has. But I have definitely pretended to be perfect in order to be accepted. With honesty – below is a list of what I believe are my biggest character flaws. I am working through these, gently and slowly. And I am finding that consistency…
Raspberry Iced M 