This year, I want to find the love of being me. I want my foot to fit the glass slipper and know that it mostly fits.
I’d rather not make them because boundaries are hard to make, especially with strangers because your family will still love you.
It occurred to me that even showing up once counts. Everything cannot change overnight but you are worth beginning to show up for.
Writing out my Christmas cards this year, I’m having thoughts on what family means and what it means to give out cards.
Our avoidance of judgement is impossible. The first person to do it to me today was me. And I know the guy in the car did too.
I have made a long journey From No People to a Communal High. My story about how I began to see my worth and my need to belong..
I’ve strayed off the path to myself. I’ve been an impostor for a long time. Maybe it began when I was a kid and…
As hard as it seems to hear sometimes, we need to ask, “What do you think?” And we’ll get someone’s honest, or not, opinions…
Today is one of those days where I’m experiencing a crisis in confidence, a toppling of convictions. I don’t feel very clever or confident.…