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One of the biggest promises I made to myself this year, was to actively address and change any situations where I felt shame or blame in my life. One of the reasons I made this promise is because someone in my life keeps actively shaming me. There are people who you may have to deal…
I am about to chew through my third journal since the beginning of the year. Apparently, I can write a lot. Writing in my journal is how I figure out where I am, what’s important to me, and where I want to head. I have kept my writing parameters loose from the New Year through…
Going into the holiday season, I am acutely aware of what I ask myself to rise to. I host the Christmas festivities every year and there’s much to do in preparation. There are the decorations which are truly first and foremost for me. Every year, I battle myself for Christmas tree perfection. I created a…
Trying to book plane tickets to Ireland, I made a very expensive mistake. Could I allow for this or did I need to allow for a happier ending?
What I’ve been experiencing, this coming back to myself and my creativity, is like I’m attempting to reboot and recover my files after a power shutdown. In the old computer days, that was a big pain. Or like an earthquake hit my heart. As if I have to remove rubble to begin seeing myself again….
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text single_style=””] This weekend, I worked very hard to help a friend and mentor out from a tough spot. And what I remembered about, and perhaps you have felt this one too, is the internal battle to ask for help. The struggle with our vulnerability and pride in asking and receiving. The last time…
There’s a common theme that I have noticed with creative smart women. Many of us are tangled in guilt and shame around our fear to show up for ourselves and the world. As if we don’t have enough to worry about. Where does this come from? The answer to shame game is always Fear….
I was in the 12 items or less check out aisle. There was no one in front of me or behind me. I had maybe 18 items and a few were large. And I had a three year old with me. I went for it and unloaded my cart. The high school age check out…
I carry the shame Of the impoverished upbringings of my parents. Abuse and neglect. I can’t wear stained or torn of illfitting clothes when I leave the house. We don’t do that. I carry the shame Of the unwanted weight on my body. Not maintaining my appeal for men and equally, for caring what anyone thinks…
What is it about me and absolutes? I need to be all in or all out. If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right. SO many contingencies which completely permit me to opt out of stuff that I really “should” be doing. Here’s some that have been rumbling around making me dizzy. If you fail…
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