I am terrible at relationships. This is not a secret. You know how the common reactions to fear are either fight or flight? The anxiety that comes over me in a relationship results in a somewhat spastic combo. I tend to rush things, getting swept up in new feelings that deafen me to the… Continue reading Red Flag
I was listening to a podcast recently with the boss babe trinity - Oprah, Mindy Kaling, and Reese Witherspoon. I find each of these women so inspiring. They discussed many points on female empowerment . A concept they introduced to me in their conversation was the idea of becoming more relate-able and less likable. There… Continue reading Likable
I’m not sure when it started. Maybe it’s always been there, the pressure. I remember getting ready for my parents wedding day and being told by guests that one day I too would have a pretty wedding. I was four. At that time the golden, shiny ribbon woven in my braid proved more interesting than… Continue reading From a Happy Bachelorette
"Today was a sad day. Even worse, it was an unexpectedly sad day. Sometimes I know it's going to be a sad day and I can at least try to prepare myself. Funerals on Tuesdays, the day after Christmas, and June 10 are all sad days. Today though, without warning, I realized my childhood was… Continue reading 2014
"Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul." - Henry Ward Beecher I think I did it. I realized the key to a life filled with joy. Some of you might say, "well duh", at this revelation - it took me some time to accept how truly simple it is. I see a… Continue reading Thanks
I was a very emotional kid. I was a people pleaser. I think this stemmed from being adopted - I think most adopted kids struggle with feeling unwanted - even the very fortunate ones like me who were adopted and chosen by amazing families. I worried about people liking me and would take it very… Continue reading The Art of Not Giving A F***k.
Where is the place where love blooms? An espresso bean, Or raindrops, Lingering glances, And shared punchlines. Where is it that love grows? Hospital rooms, Empty checking accounts, Empty bottles, And rock beds.