I’m not typically a New Year resolutions kind of girl, but 2020 sure feels like a clean sheet of white paper just waiting to be doodled on. 30 years alive. 4 decades. 2 centuries. Many days filled with drama, joy and intrigue fit together like LEGO pieces, building a life so rich and full that … Continue reading Hello, New Year
Have you ever had the rug pulled out from underneath you? Not literally, but metaphorically? Have you ever gone about your life like normal, only to have life sucker punch you in the gut when you least expect it? A phone call. A rejection letter. A break up text. It only takes a second for … Continue reading When the world falls Apart: A tribute to my grandmother.
Tonight I took it slow. I took a bath. Washed my hair. Stared at the ceiling. Drank some tea. Put on a nightgown and slathered something honey based all over my face. The laundry and dishwasher are going at the same time, and I’m trying not to think what that’ll do to my utilities bill. … Continue reading Slow.
Dear exhausted and overworked friend, I know you mean well. I know you have the best intentions. I know you think that it's just another "rough patch" and if you push through, there'll be peace and rest on the other side. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but there probably won't … Continue reading You Can’t Say Yes to Everything: a short lesson on breathing and boundaries
We were married last year. You promised some things, and I did too. There were words thrown around like "love" and "forever" and "yours" and "mine." We swore to each other in front of friends, family and a few strangers that we would love and cherish each other until our very last breath. I didn't … Continue reading For Daniel: Year Three, I Love The Way
Last month I had a panic attack. It was a full blown, heart pumping, blood rushing, fists clenching, freak-out. To feel like you have no control over your own mind and body is a scary thing. I would have screamed if there had been enough breath in my lungs. I forgot how excruciating anxiety can be. … Continue reading When Fear Strikes Again
I was going to start working out 6 months before, because I was going to have a killer body for the honeymoon...