Of Cobwebs and The Creative People, I am No Longer
Found myself in the attic horrified at the quantity of my life’s leftovers there are crowding my Great Upstairs. Time to clear out my past and make room for my future.
Permission to Be A Changed You
I was reminded of, or perhaps gifted, a thought today by a wise online connection, Anna Lovind. She said, “I am the person who is allowed to change. I don’t owe anyone consistency. I don’t need to be faithful to what I used to be (unless I want to).” We owe no one, not even…
My Choice and My Recipe for Happiness
My Happiness is mine to choose. And as overwhelming as that seems in choosing what that looks like, I’d rather the chance to vote. So I’ve embarked to rewrite my life script and reprogram my thoughts about me and my life that apparently hadn’t been working for me for a long time. They didn’t have…
Letting Go of the People I Thought I Might Have Been
“Why do I have this box of stuff in the attic?”, I wonder. This questionable box has been there so long that it’s developed the dreaded force field. The box, because of its longevity in this spot, has now become a given and almost invisible. Except when I ask, “Why do I have this box…
Feeling My Phantom Worry Limb
This past year, I’ve become more aware of where my thoughts wander. And where they don’t wander anymore. My improved self-awareness means I notice how my thoughts behave differently now than they did before all this hard self-work. I take notice of my options and choices when moments of decision bubble up to the surface…
It Will Always Be This Way
When Eamon was little, the Cognitive Distortions I would fret the most over were the ones where I imagined things never-changing. When these moments were particularly bad, I had myself believing the boy would only and always eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch. I remember potty training felt particularly stressful because I was…
My Name Was Shame
Private, Keep Out There’s an understanding amongst family that we don’t talk about that. “That”means subjects surroundeing such feelings of shame that uttering the reminder is like stabbing and slapping someone simultaneously. Private, keep out. Not my hair shirt to launder. We must respect people’s claims to their shames. They have experienced them and it’s…
The Truth For Her
Having a baby inspires empowering choices we might never have made prior. Suddenly self-respect and self-love are ours to model, our parting gift to them. So I ask, how do we tell the truth about who we used to be and maintain our self-respecting Mommy-ness? Separate who we were from who we are and be…
Coming Soon, 30 plus 1 Day of Pretty
Hear ye, hear ye, if you hadn’t heard, in the month of October in the year of twenty thirteen, Shalavee will be live for 31 consecutive days of pictures. Every day there will be something to look at. There are some things I just haven’t gotten around to fiddling with. They’ll be here. There are…
My Birthday Shoes
Yes, it’s true. This is the year, and weekend, of my 47th birthday!The fact that I was able to birth a baby this past year makes me feel a little younger. Although my body, having run right out of the happy pregnancy hormones called Relaxin, is feeling that much older. No more relaxin’ and maxin’….
