They say that laughter is the best medicine. When a baby laughs, usually it’s enough to dose anyone within earshot. Baby laughs are always genuine, harmless. By the time school-age is reached, not all laughter feels good. The howls and giggles erupting around you when you’re the butt of a joke seem to be theContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me- Pt 10 Jello Salad”
Tag Archives: Authenticity
Poetry Series – Boyish
How often do you find yourself shifting focus based on new information? This doesn’t have to come in the form of anything major or groundbreaking. There are subtle messages we pick up as we go through our day-to-day life. Recently, listening to Untamed by Glennon Doyle, the idea of impermanence came up. The message wasContinue reading “Poetry Series – Boyish”
Unresponsive
Medical triage; when being trained to respond to disasters and mass casualty situations a system of colored tags is used to mark the victims. For a long time, I thought it was only red, yellow, and green tags. What this means is that there are people I should have marked with black tags long beforeContinue reading “Unresponsive”
The Way it Looked to Me – Part Nine
I’m still working out a lot of lingering judgments. I grew up around people that would talk shit for sport and being the competitive person that I am, naturally, I wanted to be the best in the game. My eyes became trained to scan a person and look for weak spots, anything “off”. Anything toContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part Nine”
No, Tempation!
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!”
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”
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