Lately, I’ve been a little hard on myself. I started a new job, and it is helping me see that I struggle to offer myself much grace. My anxiety often manifests as perfectionism, which leaves no room to learn, grow, or feel safe trying something new. It’s a pinched, scary place to live. I am … Continue reading Love is a Verb.
Hi, friends! Happy Thursday. I've written a lot on here about my own personal journey to be gentle, to love myself, and to find my path. Today, I wanted to share some of the tools that I've learned to lean on along the way. Now, I've read those same articles you have: "Don't hit the … Continue reading Practical Magic.
My front yard is mostly green, mostly tidy, and mostly grass. The few areas of weeds are unobtrusive – I’ve always liked clover and am happy to host the bees. The back yard, with no sprinkler system to keep the grass alive, has become a thicket of dandelions and shame. Over the winter, the back … Continue reading The Wisdom of Weeds.
Today is my birthday – I am now 34 years old, which is strange to say. I haven’t yet gotten used to the feel of the number. Friends and family wished me Happy Birthday, and some of those messages came from the UK, Spain, India, South Africa, and Zimbabwe. Each message reminded me how fortunate … Continue reading I Am Rich.
Each day, I read a passage from The Language of Letting Go by Melody Beattie. This morning’s meditation was entitled “Panic.” “Don’t panic!” it begins. “If a swimmer was crossing a great lake, then suddenly focused too heavily on the distance remaining, he might start to flounder and go under – not because he couldn’t … Continue reading Showing Up.
This past weekend, I traveled to Indiana - my home state - for a visit with friends. We solidified these friendships while living in New York City, and most of us have since moved. Several moved to places closer to family, where they've built incredible careers, bought houses, raised puppies - now, some are raising … Continue reading Making Peace.
Do you notice your thoughts while you’re dropping something? A physical object, I mean – a plate of food, a wine glass, a crooked stack of books. There’s a moment when I think I can still recover. I don’t have to drop this. Often, a louder, uglier thought follows right behind: you deserve to lose … Continue reading Learning to be Gentle.