Who has society told you to be, friend? Has it whispered lies to you, forcing you to take a form that isn’t quite right, making you feel you’re supposed to play a role that isn’t meant for you? Have you sawed off the bits… Continue Reading “The Roles We Play”
Hungry people make poor shoppers… the same is true when we are hungry for love and approval.
There are many ways in which we can let ourselves down. When we say yes, when we’d rather say no. When other people’s feelings are placed ahead of our well-being. When we silence our voice out of fear of how we will be perceived.… Continue Reading “Letting Ourselves Down”
It is easy to lose faith in what we are capable of. To forget about the potential within us. When we are young we believe that anything is possible, and we see the world as this bright, shiny place teeming with possibility. So often… Continue Reading “Believe and Wait”
We want to be chosen.
To have someone who loves us as we are, has seen the flaws and weaknesses, and wants us because these nuances are part of what make us beautiful, and wonderful and delightful.
To truly have someone see all the parts that make us uniquely us. To take the time to peal back the layers and say yes.
How beautiful living an intentional life can be, friend, and this seems an opportune time to think about the intentions we set and hold to in our lives as we approach the ending of one year, and the start of another. Our lives are… Continue Reading “Intentions”
Friend, have you ever sat and wondered why something didn’t work, slipped from your grip, and got away? Perhaps a lover who left before you were ready to let go, or a job prospect that seemed an ideal fit, but went to another candidate?… Continue Reading “The One that Got Away”
We, friend, have a responsibility to teach people what is and is not acceptable. We have a responsibility take care of ourselves first. It is okay for us to have wants and needs, and for us to express these things out loud. It all comes down to what we believe we are worthy of, and what we choose to allow or permit.
I’d distract myself with this feeling of being needed, thinking that it meant that I was valued, that I mattered. That my existence in the space of this individual’s life was something spectacular and magical.