I have long claimed that I am lacking in the self-control department. Almost in a way that I’d wear it like a badge, excusing me for my bad decisions. What does it say about me if I’m biting back a cop joke on that one? It seems to be in our nature, humans – notContinue reading “No, Tempation!”
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The Way it Looked to Me – Part Eight
I’ve gone back and forth for years trying to decide if a first experience needs to come with a warning. I used to put warning labels on everything – “You know I’m a big girl, right?”, before a first date made possible by the world of online dating. Now I just warn people that I’mContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part Eight”
Finding The Words
As my face contorts and you ask what I’m thinking, I’ll tell you “I don’t know”. Likely at this point, you assume that there’s something I’m trying to cover, to hide. That’s not the case – it’s just that my thoughts don’t always come in words so much as they come in waves of feelingContinue reading “Finding The Words”
Connected
Growing up, math was the subject I excelled in. The patterns were easy for me to pick up on but I always got scolded for not “following the rules” of how we were being taught to figure it out. My brain would jump right to the answer. My therapist pats me on the back, tellingContinue reading “Connected”
The Way it Looked to Me – Part 5
In a parenting book, I read that it’s important to be patient with children as they’re having meltdowns because they have very big emotions inside of their very little bodies so of course, it’s going to look like a bit of a mess as they bubble to the surface. Sometimes my emotions feel too bigContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part 5”
The Way it Looked to Me – Part Four
I often find myself telling my hardest moments as if they were stories. If I fill in enough of the details, if I paint a vivid enough picture that I can make you actually think you were there – maybe I can paint myself out of it too, disown the thoughts involved. Does it stillContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part Four”
Poetry Series – What’s Happening?
I find myself looking around at the artists in the world in awe, asking myself how they can so freely share what they’re thinking, experiencing, and feeling. How do they feel when they consider that the person they wrote a song about is going to see it? Does everyone try to hide a portrait theyContinue reading “Poetry Series – What’s Happening?”
Poetry Series – Hate
Whether we are intentionally being taught or not, we seem to always be learning. If you’ve ever spent enough time around someone that you start unintentionally taking on their mannerisms from time to time, you see that we’re not always trying to pick up the behaviors that we do. Sometimes exposure is all it takes.Continue reading “Poetry Series – Hate”
“Best Self”
Sometimes it’s the smallest words that carry the most weight – love, hate, no, yes, bye.. best. They’re heavy, tiny, and packed with a punch. Sometimes they come with expectations, opportunities, guidelines, or disappointment, and more often than not that’s a weight we’ve given to the words ourselves rather than the intended weight of theContinue reading ““Best Self””
Eyes Black, Heart Attack
The second time I admitted myself into the hospital, part of what drove me there was not understanding the strange things I was starting to experience. I thought, certainly, that I must be going crazy. I still don’t always understand what I’m seeing, hearing, feeling – but it’s gotten a bit easier to allow myselfContinue reading “Eyes Black, Heart Attack”
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