Continued from 2/100. Was there something more perhaps that kept me alive? Something that I knew deep deep deep deep deep down within that wanted to keep living? To keep trying? Maybe. Yes. Looking back, I don't know how I did it. Truly. Every day today is so full and complete and happy. I cannot… Continue reading 2/100 continued – 3/100
Category: journey
The low low – 2/100
My 10-year high school reunion happened last year in November. When I saw the Facebook invite several months earlier, I stopped a second. A flood of emotions and thoughts ran through me. Up until a couple years ago, high school was my least favorite time on Earth. I bookmarked it as some of my lowest… Continue reading The low low – 2/100
Not my family’s keeper
It is my belief that family, those who we grew up with or were raised by, are not here for us to help them. It is my belief that they are here for us to help ourselves. I’ve tried so many times, too many to count, to reconcile with my parents. I’ve tried too many… Continue reading Not my family’s keeper
Keep that stale loaf away from me
As I waited at the edge of Santa Monica Blvd, for the little white figure across the street to tell me I could cross, a thought flitted across my mind, a thought about my writing, or lack thereof recently. I don't have anything to say. I don't have anything interesting to share. And even as… Continue reading Keep that stale loaf away from me
Thoughts on not writing
I haven't been writing lately. The last entry in my journal was dated 1/21/18 - 7 days ago. The last blog post was dated 1/17/18 - 11 days ago. I haven't been writing lately although there are many moments when I feel overwhelmed. Not with fear and doubt and anxiety, like I used to feel… Continue reading Thoughts on not writing
3 words
Explorative, True, and Transformative Those are my three words for 2017. Explorative Looking back at the past couple years, I recognize the level of effortless commitment I experienced in finding and living my truth. And that involved stepping out of my comfort zone, leaving behind things that I felt no longer served me or my… Continue reading 3 words
Straight shootin
I grew up thinking this is what an apple looks like after it's fully consumed: Imagine my surprise when I ran into this a couple years ago: I felt like everything I knew was a sham. I know I know, I'm dramatic. I've already accepted it. But really, I was sort of appalled that I… Continue reading Straight shootin
