Marriage is. . . Just leave me alone! Please don’t leave me. You make me laugh and you fill me with sorrow. Would you just shut up? Talk to me, please. Marriage isn’t happily ever after, it’s. . .
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?
What are we seemingly always so sorry for, exactly? That we aren’t measuring up to our own standards? If so, can we consider lowering our own bar until the need to say we’re sorry we are who we are fades into oblivion? … More No Longer Sorry: A Long Overdue New Rally Cry For The Warrior In Each Of Us
Utter Imperfection 