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It’s not like I don’t like to go anywhere; I just know my limitations. I know that even one doctor’s visit in a week can bring my world to a somersaulting halt. Last week, I dared to attempt several doctor’s appointments to get them over with. This week, I’m deep inside my house and home,…
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…
As I am fast approaching another birthday, I want to stand and acknowledge how this year of being 57 and honoring myself has changed me. This year had me taking back my power with a sense of entitlement and ferociousness my younger self may recognize but has forgotten. I was busily building back the self-love…
This year marks the 13th year of the creation Shalavee.com and I have blogged consistently monthly throughout those years. See last week’s story about beginning the blog Here. Many who were blogging before me or alongside me, have moved on from their blogs. Perhaps to a Substack account or otherwise in their careers; bloggers are…
Day 52 of #lettinggoofpastshite , my 2023 100 Day Project. Sometimes the letting go is more than physical. Sometimes it has to do with the story we’re telling ourselves. In this case, it had to do with letting go of a memory that could hold me hostage. This was about me letting go of past…
I have been emerging back into my life as I fight to be needed less by others. I fight more to show up for myself where I am needed which currently involves time in my craftroom. The craftroom being an analogy for my creative life. I believe this withdrawal into myself is the product of…
I was walking through the house doing some catch up chores like spot cleaning rugs and cleaning cupboard doors and suddenly I blurted out, “I want my life back”. Because for the last almost two months, my time and efforts have been usurped by the chaos of my mother’s crumbling life. I tried in vain…
Kneeling on a chair cushion yesterday jamming dirt under my nails as I pulled weeds from my brick walkway, I had one of those garden/life analogies. While the grass clumps came out rather easily sometimes leaving a worm suddenly homeless, the dandelions dared me to yank them. Their tap roots going deeply down between those…
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