The moment I publish something and then wait to see if anyone liked it, I am missing the point. I write because I love to write. I lose myself in it. I stay up way too late, typing and typing and searching for the right word in the right sentence to convey what I am … 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 bright, was nowhere to be found. Have you ever had a day like that? Everything is blanketed in gray, heavy mist. And I know in my head that I am surrounded by good and beautiful … 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?