“Shame is the warm feeling that washes over us, making us feel small, flawed, and never good enough” —Brené Brown If there’s something you’re avoiding—you probably have a little shame hiding behind it. Pride and shame go hand in hand—and I’m tired of them following me around. Shame hides in the dusty “publish” button of…
Leaving Breadcrumbs
The what-ifs you think while sitting in the pre-op waiting room are interesting. Scratchy inside-out socks, cool hairnet, no family, a phone that seems a little less useful than usual…and your thoughts.
Building stairs and perseverance
Just a short post today, but I was so struck by this photo, knowing you can’t start at the top and build DOWN. How often do we think it should get easier after we get going? Sometimes that’s the case. We get the hang of it. We know WHAT we’re doing, just not for how…
Hope deferred…One more week
Have you ever had that fitness instructor who would tell you, “Only 10 more reps?” At the end of a difficult workout, almost there, muscles burning and then the countdown comes and you have hope! “I can make it, I can do 10 more,” you tell yourself. The instructor starts to count, “ten, nine, eight,…
Walking in Armor
Sometimes as I’m scrolling through social media, listening to a friend talk, or listening to a podcast I will hear something I’ve heard before, but said in a way that gives me a completely new perspective.
Its a surprising “aha” moment in a statement or idea I thought I already understood.
I had one of those moments this week…
The Grace in Perspective
I felt anxious. So scattered and on edge I could barely keep from sobbing. The gentle waves rolled in from across the river and splashed up onto my calves. The cool water somehow started to dissolve the nerves and calm my heart-rate as I took deep breaths and let peace wash over me. I tried…
One Piece at a Time
Sitting down to the table I would break open the new bag, pour out the cardboard dust covered pieces and begin sorting. Edges first. If I were trying to challenge myself, I’d do the puzzle without sorting or even more extreme—without the box image—completely blind. All the pixelated colors as meaningless as the blurs of…
Before and After: Walking at Midnight
I used to have vivid nightmares. They were worse before I was five, but I still remember some of them to this day. One was recurring and plagued me for years. I would wake up in a cold sweat and run to my parents room talking about the “hot woo” getting me. I would dream…
Always Prepared
“Anyone have more than 16 points?” My hand stayed in the air. “More than 20?” “Do different sets of keys count? If so I have 22, if not I only have 19” I was just clarifying. I’m not competitive at all. Really. “Yes, they count. Lipgloss?” I had 3 of those and a lipstick. Four…
Listening to His Heartbeat
The absolute best comfort in the world was Grandpa’s lap. Something about his hands being so big and mine being so small; I knew that he was capable. In the safety of his arms, it would be okay. It was comforting the way he loved, with peace and gentle confidence. Maybe it was knowing he…