I’ve been working on developing a skill set for processing emotion. It’s super powerful and helpful because things that I used to tuck away or constantly numb have become less scary. I can say, “Hello shame, disappointment, jealousy, longing (or whatever the emotion happens to be)—let’s do this.” I have a few ways of processing…
It’s Tuesday morning. I wake up early, probably 20 minutes before little one starts chant-singing, Mommy-Mommy-Mommy. I lay in bed watching the gray dawn through my bedroom curtains. I’m thinking about my journal session the night before. There are many days when I write and it doesn’t amount to much. But sometimes, when I’m really…
There’s an unspoken rule, once you reach real adulthood (I’m not talking age 18—I mean the time in life when you can really do you) that you should only do things you are good at. That rule is silly. And it sucks. Literally it sucks all the fun out of life.
I grew up in a house with four women which meant there was a lot of estrogen going around. We were pretty adept at late-night sessions, hashing out the latest crises in our lives, letting our advice spill over into the wee hours when judgment for such things is waning and emotions are running high. …
It’s 2am. My body feels exfoliated from the elements, slightly tight from exertion. I’m sitting outside on the deck of my next AirBnB in Kona. It’s quiet, nestled into the city surrounded by apartments and houses, except for the gentle white noise of the AC. I got about four hours of sleep before I became…
Last night, I arrived back to my guest suite at 7:30pm. I took a shower. I really needed it. My legs were caked with mud in spots. My hair hadn’t been washed for four days and was stiff from the salt water. I was exhausted but it was the best kind of tired—the physical tired…
This morning I woke up early. Like 2:30am. I have a cold so this was a mix of sinus congestion, jitteriness from Sudafed (for the sinus congestion) and my freaking unstoppable mind. Whenever this happens I hear the voice of Dr. Fleisher, the last psychiatrist I worked with, in my head, “Early morning awakening should…
I’m coming out of the dark today. Sitting on the beach, typing to you, dear readers, with the waves crashing before me and the sun on my face, salt in my hair. I’m thinking about what it takes to rise as I try to do rise AGAIN. The last two days have been dark. I spend…
When I started this blog, I was inspired by Glennon Doyle (OBVIOUSLY because I quote her in most of my posts…and really I’m holding back by not quoting her as much as I would like to). She said that when she started her blog (momastery.com) she used the prompt, “What is it like to be…
Remember that time when you told me something hard was coming? That it wasn’t necessarily bad, but hard? I tucked that warning away. I waited. But how does one prepare for hard? So I went about my business. And then the first hard thing happened. It was hard but not hard enough for me to…