I’m a little traumatized by all the powerful changes occurring in my life, but hey, we could all use a little luck.
Am I ready to look at the part I play in the current reality, come out from the safety of the suburbs, and confront my own racism?
The only thing doing well is COVID-19.
By midday, I had written extra strength Tylenol on the grocery list three times.
Life nails us. It just does, but you can lean into your struggles, learn from them, and not shut down.
How do we love both life and death so generously that neither become our enemy?
Life may never be the same, but mostly it’s the crippling adjustments, and endless frustrations that are taking a toll.
I’m so Team Eve.
The disparity between my inner and outer reality is alarming.
We survived, we thrived, we maybe even matured.
You’ve heard the adage bloom where you are planted?
My husband started hiding the kitchen knives?
“Our discomfort and our grappling is not a sign of failure, it’s a sign that we’re living at the edge of our imaginations.” ~America Ferrara
Do I enhance the places I occupy, am I OF service to others, or do I hide my talents under a bushel, reaching out a greedy hand to snatch that which I can grasp?
“In the rush to return to normal, use this time to consider which parts of normal are worth rushing back to?” ~Dave Hollis
“Watch your thoughts, they become words; watch your words, they become actions; watch your actions, they become habits; watch your habits, they become character; watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.” Frank Outlaw