I Was Judged Today and I Lived
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.
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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 I was told to be quieter and not draw attention to myself. Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to writing what I feel so honestly; so that I may rediscover my truer…
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 and thoughts on what we asked. And underneath that dialogue are the feelings that either come from or caused these thoughts. Because as uncomfortable as feelings are, they are still there…
I have known for a while that I am a creative and an artist. The process by which I’ve claimed my creativity has been slow but successful. Creating space and time to actively engage with myself in my chosen projects has become easier. But there was always a part of me which said that to…
We rolled into November on autumnal sun beams. Halloween gave us dress up fun and way too much leftover candy. And colder weather led to snuggling and turning inward. Plus a little thrifting and redecorating of my kitchen windowsill.
I’ve been on hiatus from writing for a couple weeks. I was very busy celebrating my 20th wedding anniversary in my backyard and then there was the cleanup and the wind down. I have been thinking s lot in the quiet space that was created. Enjoying the space not to have to do but to…
I’m officially done with Summer. I’m done with the heat. I’m done with the pushy little girl I live with. I’m done with children in the house. I need time and spaciousness to myself so that I can embrace the beautiful things that reside in me awaiting their freedom. We had some moments, Summer and…
I’m sure no one wants to hear this but I have spent an inordinate amount of time and effort trying to convince myself that I have worth. My inner parent has compassion for my inner child. She had it rough and truly wants her to feel better. But my inner girl is a tough little…
For me, the cup remains half full no matter how many times I recognize I have enough. It is my default mode no doubt rooted in an ancestral history of famine and depression. If I expect the cup’s emptiness, anything more than empty will look great. I live a perpetual struggle to love myself even…