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Permission to Try

Permission to Try

I have a confession. Sometime between childhood and adulthood I lost hold of really trying in certain areas of my life. I recently realized I use “not trying” as an excuse ALL THE TIME. It makes me feel better about myself. It gives me an excuse for not “being...
Learning to Love my Scars

Learning to Love my Scars

So here I am, looking at the screen. I have no paper and pen which I prefer but I have a small corner of time free from the clutter of the day. I am still thinking about respect. Taking time to offer respect for yourself first. Respecting yourself enough to interact...
Is Self Development for Me?

Is Self Development for Me?

Hello there amazing person! Thanks for dropping by to check out my thoughts on life! Today is the first day I’ve had a chunk of time to collect my thoughts about this last season of my life. This blogging (aka writing out my inward thoughts) journey I’ve been on...
Everybody Poops

Everybody Poops

I want talk about something that happens to everybody but everybody is super discreet about. Pooping. Yes. Poop. Everybody poops. (There is a children’s book with this same title and it is both educational and hilarious. You should check it out.) But nobody talks...

The Perfect No

How many times have you been in a situation and you felt so uncomfortable and wanted to quietly make your way out without being noticed? I have felt this way with past guys I’ve dated (or not dated), past jobs I have worked, encounters with friends or acquaintances,...
Longing for Spring

Longing for Spring

Lately I had been feeling exhausted. Maybe that’s the wrong word. Deflated? The new year started and instead of everything being fresh and new the first few weeks forcefully reminded me of sickness and death, struggle and stalemate. Just because we decide to label a...

The Perfect Body: Learning to Celebrate

Hey there! I took an unplanned vacation from writing- everyone in our family ended up getting that awful winter crud going around and everything non-essential came to a screeching halt. Although my kids energy returned quick as an Oklahoma weather change, it took me...

The Perfect Body: The early years

There is something wrong with me. Five-year-old Elisabeth learned this a long time ago. The girls in ballet class were efficient teachers with their sideways looks, pointing fingers, and poorly-hidden sneers. “She doesn’t know how to dance” they said to themselves....