The danger of living someone else’s life rarely arrives as a sudden catastrophe. More often, it arrives as a quiet, chronic numbness. A subtle friction from wearing a path never shaped for your feet. We watch what others are building, what they are loving, how they are moving through the world, and envy whispers a… Continue reading Till Your Soil
September brought crushes, change, and a quickening. Things began. Hope flourished. And then, in some cases, it died. Looking back at the cards I pulled for September, I can see Lust telling me that I was finally ready to spread my wings. That attraction, creativity, desire, and vitality were returning to my life after a… Continue reading October: Outgrow the Fight
Many people, when asked about the moments that had the greatest singular impact on their lives, will talk about the most difficult situations. Those situations required us to unearth strength and stamina we hadn't tapped before. They are the junctures that swept away our settled plans, threw us off course, and compelled us to begin… Continue reading Pushed to Bloom
For the last several years I've felt like the universe has had a giant hand behind me, flicking away any potential suitors that arrive within my sphere. Those elusive people who not only like me, but pique my interest as well, have shown up in my periphery to tease me with qualities, traits, and a… Continue reading Answer the Phone
Detach. I saw this word three times in three different capacities over a period of fifteen minutes. It’s not a word I’ve come across often, especially not within such a short time frame. So, me, being me, I had to take it as a sign from the universe to… well… detach. So I thought about… Continue reading Detach
Why does the brain remember a ten-year-old workplace mortification in perfect detail, but let the sweet, quiet archives of a lifelong friendship blur at the edges? A rattling bathroom door handle sends me down the rabbit hole of how our minds catalog the moments that make us.
This is a question that occasionally wanders into the quiet corridors of my thoughts: Am I truly healed, or are my wounds just comfortably dormant? There is a certain kind of peace that comes with being alone. When no one is disappointing you, misunderstanding you, asking anything of you, or touching the places that still… Continue reading The Feeling is Real. The Story May Not Be.
When I revisit old writing, it’s like unearthing a time capsule. It has been a while since I last reflected on my gap-toothed smile and the little girl who thought she needed to fix it. My front gap was once large enough to fit a nickel and a dime pressed together. I know this because… Continue reading The Time Capsule: My Gap-Toothed Smile
I'm realizing how many preconceived ideas I have about relationships as I navigate dating again. For example, in my early dating experiences through my 30s, when I would meet someone where 'sparks' happened, there was always this almost instantaneous relationship that formed. Two people met who 'clicked', kissed, and looked for every opportunity to spend… Continue reading Dating After 40: Learning to Love the Space
The end of August and moving into September feels like a rubber band released from its tension. For so long I’ve felt my life was paused, but I could feel the roots going deep. Change and growth happening, but it hadn’t yet reached the surface. Life felt slow. Not bad slow, just the ability to… Continue reading September: Yes, Me
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