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I have occupied this female flesh body for 58 years. Life navigation within this mysterious bunch of girl cells, nerves, and stickiness has been a tough discovery of my biological hiccups. Although I had a zesty sex life in my younger years, I need you to know that I only first felt entitled to feel…
Last year, 2024, was my game changing year. I vowed to conquer my anxieties and fortify my body with all the right hormones, I made significant changes in my life. I locked down and worked through my blockages on my blog, my finances, my anxieties, and found my self-esteem hiding behind those blockages. I did…
Midway through the 2024 holiday madness, too soon on the tails of Turkeysgiving, I want to pause and give thanks to all of you who have contributed to this writing journey of mine. To those who supported me in my beginnings, even if you’re dead now or no longer my friend, thank you. To my…
Whether I like it or not, I’m The Event Planner for the holidays. I need to make myself happy to be able to make anyone else happy.
The phrase “holidays” is a trauma trigger for me. Spend this many years on life’s holiday production staff and shit will happen. With that many moving parts, some sort of system, communication, or technical breakdown and failure is inevitable. Additionally, in 2024, this “most wonderful time of the year” is dirtied by the politics of…
One of the big epiphanies which led me to begin my 100 days of letting go of past shite project, was how I’d decided that this project was a waste of time. At the time, I was overwhelmed and doing my forced march to the finish line. I then convinced myself that it wasn’t as…
Setting boundaries is something I could avoid the rest of my life and be happy. I’d rather say, sure, I’ve got you. When do you need that by? Yes!!! And take your overwhelm for the red flag to say No way Hose!
You know how it feels when you’ve poured your all into something for so long that you’ve forgotten how and why? All of your creativity, control, values, thoughts, hopes, words, and creative efforts into one project, one task, and you can no longer even see all of that anymore. This is how I felt last…
This is me beginning to Let go of the idea that my words are worthless I asked myself in my journal, “What if you stopped asking/telling the story about how your words are worthless?” As my recent writing Substack guru Dan “the Man” Blank asks, how do you find yourself confused why no one knows…
In the end, we have to make it Okay somehow to ask for support. Ask for anyone to do anything for us because we ask too much of ourselves.
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