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I’m a mom. A divorced (and remarried) one. Before you’re in it, coparenting sounds like a logistical arrangement. A schedule. An agreement. Two homes working toward the same goal. And sometimes it is that simple. It used to be for me. But for the last few years, it’s been much more complicated than a calendar.…
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I feel like I was a completely different person 20 years ago. Outgoing. Spontaneous. A friend to many. The life of any party. Loud. Now, not so much. I’m quiet in crowds. I can function in small groups, but I never want to “go first,” and I’m always paranoid I’ll say or do the wrong…
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There is a particular kind of shame that comes with repeating a mistake. Not once. Not accidentally. But knowingly. Again. And there is something humbling about realizing I wasn’t blindsided. I didn’t even really lack self control. I was patterned. For a long time, I thought insight would be enough. If I understood why I…
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There is a very specific brand of grief that comes with changing. Not because the work is hard (even though it totally is), but because not everyone stays long enough to see said change. The reality is that some people will not forgive us for the mistakes we’ve made. Some people will not trust that…
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This new generation loves to talk about boundaries. A healthy idea, in theory, except I’ve observed so many misconceptions around the topic. Establishing healthy boundaries versus building metaphorical walls. They’re not synonyms. Yes, both create distance. Both protect us. Both change how other people can access us. But boundaries keep us safe while still allowing…
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If you came to me hurting, I would listen carefully. If you told me you made a mistake, I would tell you with all sincerity that you’re human. I would reassure you that growth is not linear and that it takes time. If you admitted that you didn’t know better at the time, or that…
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I’m a paralegal. A really good one. And that’s not me tooting my own horn. That’s backed with accolades from higher ups and a salary to match. (That also does not make me special or ungrateful for the position I’ve been given, or the workload therein. I am humble every time my direct deposit hits,…
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I used to think that transformation was produced via hard discipline. Strict rules. A checklist. I’ve learned otherwise in the last 6 months. To be fair, 6 months isn’t a terribly long time. No major life haul took place. There was no public announcement. There was no dramatic reinvention or some sort of epiphany that…
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It seemed like a good idea. Yesterday. I made a decision at 9:12 p.m. A bold, responsible, almost admirable decision. “I am going to bed at 10:00.” I even said it out loud. To no one. Just the dog and the dishwasher. I listed the benefits in my head: Emotional stability. Less jaw clenching. Fewer…
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