Life is short. We can’t be certain how long we have and I can’t be certain that there is a right way to live, like you’re dying or living or otherwise. I didn’t even know she was sick because she was too busy living.
There was a time when I practiced yoga or pilates daily. When I stopped, I excused it as being a physical problem. I have had painful tendonitis in both wrists since I was a senior in high school. Many positions, like downward or upward dog, chaturanga, are really hard on my wrists. This is a… Continue reading Just a Little Further
That’s how it started. Taco Bell at the PX in Wurzburg, Germany. Later that day, I took a dose of Dulcolax. After all, I had a whole box left. A couple of times a week turned to every other day which progressed from everyday to multiple times a day
“Comparison is the death of joy.” This quote is attributed to Mark Twain but I first heard it retold by Brené Brown. I think about it a lot. I like to paraphrase it dramatically and say “comparison is where joy GOES TO DIE.” I spend a lot of time, comparing my life to that of… Continue reading Comparison is Where I Go To Die (or A Visit to the Gym)
I don’t think I have always been an anxious person. I am a high energy person and have been for as long as I can remember. For most of my adult life, though, I managed to hustle through the day and carve out 45 minutes to journal every night. I did it on minimal caffeine… Continue reading Me and Brené, Cultivating Calm and Stillness
“I'm tired of being pushed around. Tired of being told what to do. Tired of writing your god-darned articles. Tired of dancing to everybody else's tune. Tired of being told whom to marry. In short... I'm tired!” I love this quote as said by an exasperated Barbara Stanwyk in the 1945 holiday classic “Christmas in… Continue reading Me and Brené, Cultivating Play and Rest
Did you share a bedroom with a sibling? I did for the first twelve years of my life. When my mom bought us the house that I think of as home (my parents have moved twice since I moved out) I got to have my own room for the first time. I had dreamed about… Continue reading Me and Brené, Cultivating Creativity
I am so inspired by the things I read about women who are not only reclaiming their own voice and bodies. I am even more moved by women who are going a step further into vulnerability by helping other women do the same. I was blown away the first time I met Emily May, founder… Continue reading Reclaiming My Body After Sexual Violence
I have been avoiding writing about this guidepost for two weeks now. Why? Because it is probably my biggest struggle. Today we look at "Cultivating Self Compassion: Letting Go of Perfectionism." I have never researched it but maybe having an eating disorder leads you to the expectation of “perfect” and unattainable goals in all areas… Continue reading Me and Brené, Cultivating Self Compassion
This is me. This is my thought. This is what I know. This is what I believe. And these are my boundaries.