I’m very writer-y, but not always very talker-y. When I write, I tip myself upside down, shaking my thoughts loose from the nooks and crannies they’ve wedged into. I empty my brain’s pockets of all the angst I’ve stuffed deep inside. Then I begin to slowly work through the jumbled pile, organizing and editing as … More That first social event without the crutch of booze—uff-da!—and then some.
I once had to be surgically removed from my princess phone. But today, phone calls make me—well, um—let’s just say they bring out the worst in me. And golly, people had some strong feelings about my latest piece detailing my current reaction to the dreaded phone call.
Our personal regrets are powerful in how they work to shape us into the people we want to be. But our accomplishments are even more adept at molding us. I’ve got an old suitcase bulging at the seams with regret. I don’t lug its oppressive heft around with me on the regular, but I do … More To Admit Your Regrets Or Not To; That Is The Question
My teenage daughter and I temporarily tatted up for an inspiring local event called IGNITE, some years ago. We got inked with one word that intoned what I was ever longingly looking for at the time—purpose. The only thing I’ve ever truly wanted to be without any doubt was a mom. Beyond raising my children, … More That thing that almost killed you? Well, it didn’t. So now it’s likely your new purpose in this life.
Are you doing that thing again? Where you focus solely on the daunting distance you’ve left to travel. The granite-heavy workload you’ve still to muster. The labor-intensive recovery yet unfinished. Thus you forget to honor and celebrate just how far you’ve already come? The obstacles you’ve already surmounted?