I forgot. Who. I was. Forgot the wind even as it was lifting my hair. Forgot the scent of soil even as it coated the soles of my feet. Forgot the taste of gratitude even as I bathed in my blessings. Forgot the ecstasy of giving even as I went through … Continue reading I’ll never not forget. I’ll never not remember.
This blog is a place of authenticity. This post was difficult for me to write because of how much authenticity it required of me; it is a subject I have been ashamed to talk about previously. When I became a mother, a part of myself that I thought I had worked through reared its ugly … Continue reading angry mom.
This Friday, I'm meeting with a woman I met several weeks ago, along with her life coach that she excitedly told me about when I tentatively revealed to her my interest in coaching. "This is an opportunity you don't want to miss," she texted me last night. "Especially if you're really interested in true entrepreneurship!" Entrepreneurship. It's something … Continue reading imposter syndrome + other fears on the way to wholeness.
The ego is sneaky. It likes to think it's the master of the house. The ego is like the overbearing party guest who decides they need to be the center of attention, and if no one likes it, they can damn well leave the party. Please don't misunderstand. I'm not one of those people who … Continue reading may all your days end in laughter.
This past week, I jumped on the bandwagon of reading Light is the New Black by Rebecca Campbell (I plan to do a review of it at a later time). One of the points she talks about in it is the fact that often what makes us 'weird'--the parts of ourselves we sometimes feel ashamed of, … Continue reading the things that make me weird.
written in my journal, on 10.5.18; typed here with some additions. -- I'm sitting in Townshend's Tea Company in downtown Eugene. Outside, the rapidly changing leaves on the trees are waving about in the wind, and rain comes down intermittently. It's finally October, finally autumn, and I relish every morning that I wake to clouds, … Continue reading an ode to Eugene in autumn.