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”
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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”
Poetry Series – Dysfunctions at Functions
Have you ever noticed that when someone has a creepy uncle or a racist aunt, or whatever wildly inappropriate behavior we’re choosing to excuse, sometimes it gets said that “that’s just how families are”? Yeah, I know that we can’t change people. We don’t have to tolerate the absurd behaviors though. We can use ourContinue reading “Poetry Series – Dysfunctions at Functions”
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”
Poetry Series – Patience
It’s incredibly rare that we understand the extent to which a person will impact us when they come into our lives. The intentions we went into a situation with may drastically differ from what develops. When being unhealthy, I used my ability to adapt as a tool in people-pleasing. Now that I’m working on healing,Continue reading “Poetry Series – Patience”
The Way it Looked to Me – Part Seven
The journey to self-acceptance is a funny one. I’ve struggled with myself a lot over the years – my mind, my weight, my voice, my purpose. There are times I would think I overcame an obstacle only to find myself grappling with it again a few months later. Our journeys are never linear and sometimesContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part Seven”
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