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LOVE IS LOVE
I have something to tell you. Are you listening? I hope you’re listening. Because this is important. This is about life. This is about love. This is about how you cut yourself short. This is about how you think you’re undeserving. Unworthy. See, most of us go around...
Surrendering to the Unknown
The Unknown is a tricky place. It’s full of … well … unknowns. It’s vast and wide open. The structured, tidy World of Certainty feels more comfortable, fixed. A linear path is set-out with clear instructions and all you have to do is follow them so that you get from...
Saying No
I don’t know about you, but it’s hard for me to say no … even during times it would serve me well. But no constricts my throat, squeezes tight, and doesn’t let go. So, instead of feeling uncomfortable and listening to my intuition, I’ve said yes when no was the best –...
I Stood Naked
I stood naked today. In front of a tall, full length mirror. No preliminary glance, no quick retreat. Shame wasn’t allowed. While I see myself nude daily, it’s in a half mirror that sits above the bathroom sink. It allows me to focus on the parts of my body I’m...
What Do You Want?
What do you want? Really. What do you want? That’s one of the most frightening – yet empowering – questions there is. It can make you choke. Cause your throat to close up, your breath to catch. What’s so hard about claiming what we desire? Fear. Fear of...
Your Mom is Fat
Something happened. When our eyes met, she shifted and suddenly, her body was pressed tightly against mine. With one hand pulling her closer and the other holding a pen to sign her out of the afterschool program, I prepared myself. “There was an incident,” the teacher...
Nobody’s Perfect
You don’t have to be perfect. None of us are. And you don’t need all the answers. It’s impossible to expect that you’ll make all of the very best decisions all of the time. You won’t. Sometimes, our fear of getting too close to someone – or our fear of losing them –...
Letter To The Nice Girls (Revisited)
Dear Nice Girl: You know who you are. You’re the one who helps the elderly couple struggling to carry their luggage up the stairs. You’re the girl who calls after a truck full of strangers to give them the book that flew out the back. (Maybe it was important to...
Your Magical Words: Discovering Your Word(s) of the Year
It started as a child. I'd scour dictionaries, enchanted by the meaning and histories of words. I still am. And I still scour dictionaries. Words are magic. They have the potential to touch our lives - to even change our lives. Remember those sweet, sticky words...
When Dreams Are Dashed
This post is in response to a request from some of my Facebook followers to write about this topic. Dear Beautiful You, Things haven't gone quite as planned. You had a vision of what your life would look like by now ... a checklist of accomplishments to mark the...
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