I want to wear black. Everyday. Because there is no color right now in my life. And I want … Continue reading Permission to grieve
I was ambushed. Out of nowhere in particular, the cloud descended and enveloped me today. Suddenly the sunshine, usually so … Continue reading Fighting through the fog
Perfectionism is a stress monger, a liar and a fun-killer. But it will keep snapping the whip until you send it packing. How can we uproot something that runs so deep? Continue reading The lie from the pit of perfectionist hell
Messes can be scary, and when we continue to avoid them we allow them to grow and silently take over. But what if we didn’t have to fear our inner mess? Continue reading Who’s mess am I anyways?
There are things in life that will break you. You may not realize this yet. But it will happen. I … Continue reading Broken doesn’t mean damaged