Shame is seductive, slippery, and subversive. It pounces on us when we make a supposed “mistake” and tells us that we ARE this or that. You are unworthy You are less than You are a fraud You are ugly You are wayyyy behind where you should be right now It maligns our essence. Our “self.”…
Wow, I kind of don’t recognize myself… but it’s good! I wake up today with a very different goal than I ever thought I’d have. It’s weird, to be honest. I feel like it’s even only in the last 2 years that I’ve had a another significant release of the shackles I’d been living within.…
My GOD, am I the only one who has this hard of a time letting go when it counts? It’s funny… I have certainly improved my ability to let to and surrender results exponentially over the years since my younger days when I tried to control everything. (Quite a learning journey, as when I was…
Yes, I’ve crossed the age 50-line. And my belly paunch has become a permanent fixture. And I disrobe at a moments notice because hot flashes are now the norm. And I still, sometimes wake-up with foreboding… somehow left over from whatever my brain was working out in my dreams. And I snap at my kids.…