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I’ve been dancing with my purpose for a very long time. Writing a blog consistently for 13 years seemed like I was fulfilling my purpose. And for a little while, it felt right but life interrupted me. Raising children, suffering trauma, and a general lack of self-confidence intervened, and I could do nothing more but…
Moving into the month of February, I want to touch base with myself and my readership and describe where I am and where I am hopefully headed. Self-care has been a focus for me of recent because so much of the holidays feels like it’s not about me but about us as a family and…
Revelation always begins in my journal. I’m sitting on the purple couch writing with my fountain pen in purple ink. I’m noticing how I don’t feel as awesome about myself as I’d like to. I write, “How does one convince oneself of one’s worth?” And I start to think, “Why do I keep thinking I…
Anne Lamott said “Write as if your parents are dead.” In an attempt to save people from your truth, you censor yourself from writing about your pain. This pain has made you you and may have been caused by them. And this mutes your most important story. And now Their Shames have become yours. You…
I have long been frustrated with my fearful self. I’m so smart and so talented so need to make an impact on the world. Let everyone know who I am and what I know. And if I don’t, I’m a loser. It’s the smart girl’s sabotage. It’s the knife I perpetually hold to my throat….
I am caught in a place of decision and doubt. What motivates me and delivers me to purposeful outcome is in question. Where I see Devotion as doing what you do for the benefit of others, I see Ambition and Drive as being motivated by your own ego or fear. Knowing that what I do,…
I was sure there had to be another way of thinking of this. I was tired of being terrified of beginning my submission process again. There had to be a way that I could see and understand my fear that would make it OK. I needed to reframe it. And so I thought and thought…
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