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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. And I can sit here and notice all the facts that prove this. I don’t know how to type. I’m a hunt and peck writer, shameful. Still haven’t mustered the courage…
The 100 day project is almost two weeks in and I am finding it very easy to do daily. In fact, it feels almost like a prayer to my life.
I love to connect with like-minded creative women on Instagram. This format of Social media (also known as a platform) became my preferred online social interaction as I was trying to build an audience for my blog. I very hesitantly joined communities and challenges and slowly started to poke my head out of my fear…
In a recent perusal of my favorite inspirational bloggers and speakers, I rediscovered and owned that my chosen method to accommodate my fears is to procrastinate. Ah yes. However,when I do this, I end up feeling ashamed that I am not getting on with making my purpose a reality and a shame storm repeats itself. More…
It took me exactly 51 years and 179 days to have the courage to get here. There’s much that I will not remember about this half century I’ve lived. And there’s much that I could remember if I put my mind to thinking about it. But I think the greatest tragedy is the disrespect we…
You and I work so hard everyday to keep our lifeboats afloat. There are people to care for and bills to remember to pay. And I know I am not stepping back far enough to truly see how much I’m accomplishing. All this may impress you but I’m used to this. I’m valuing the wrong…
(Want to listen to me read this? check out the Soundcloud box at the bottom of the post) I said I’d write and/or edit. I’d take the opportunity to make a piece of art with all this free time daycare provides me. But it would be so easy to blow myself off. Since I’m distracted…
I am busy re-assessing why the heck I’d want to get anything published. It’s all been so painful with the asking to be rejected kind of stuff, I had to stop cold and reconfigure my why. Because if it’s for your approval, I’ve discovered, it’s not going to work for me. A wise why is…
Fiona was inconsolable with her self-pity after her recent round of shots. I thought she needed them for Pre-K but it seems we got them a year earlier than necessary. They’re done now. And those band-aids that I couldn’t remove from her thighs for days were proof that she wasn’t brave. Don’t even suggest it…
For several years running, I’ve joined the “pick a word of the year” clan. From the first time I read about it, I thought this was an excellent idea. I love the inspiration that some words embody. And when you are stuck, you can meditate and ask how the word can show you a meaning…
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