The moment I publish something and then wait to see if anyone liked it, I am missing the point. I … Continue reading It’s not about the likes
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?