The hardest part about learning something new is the self-critique. The way that we judge ourselves is often far harsher than any feedback we receive.
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Our Perfectly Imperfect Family Trip
Happy Daduary! The new Festivus for the rest of us. What’s Daduary, you ask? It’s a made-up holiday my family invented because we always struggle with the long-stretch after Christmas until we reach Memorial Day. This year, we each decided to create a holiday (why not, Hallmark does it?) of our preference where everyone has to doContinue reading “Our Perfectly Imperfect Family Trip”
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How I Honored My Holiday Ghosts
Like many of you, I spent Thanksgiving in a very different way than normal. There was no turkey-trot, no out-of-town guests, and come to think of it…no stress. Why was that? We still cooked the same food, we still had a ton of dishes to clean, and we even had puppy potty breaks to factor into our timeline. But, I found myself being far more intentional this year about shifting from one “G” word to another…from gluttony to gratitude.
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recovering FOMOholic.
I thought nights out and more adults-only time was the answer to my loneliness and isolation. It wasn’t.
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the little embryo that could…
I had to open up my perception of motherhood to include more than just a biological child. I had to allow myself to envision a life with an adopted or foster child. As soon as I embraced a new paradigm for motherhood I felt more at ease.
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level up.
A few weeks ago my whole life was in synchronicity. I had this bizarre feeling that I had stumbled upon a secret green sewer pipe and had warp zoned my way to a higher level.
the one where i talk about my shame…
I can remember being a young girl, who was solid with muscle even back then. Strong from hours of swimming, track and field, dance class or whatever other sport I was galavanting in at the moment. But inside I was so embarrassed of my figure…
straight to voicemail.
I’ll bet you think this VM is about you, don’t you? This was my “you’re so vain” moment. Here’s what I learned the hard way…sometimes it’s not about me. Let me type that again. It’s not always about me.
[…] like nobody’s watching.
The moment I showed up and realized I was at least 20 years older than everyone else I started judging myself.
antidote to adulting.
Before we knew it we were covered in arm sleeves, tramp stamps and neck tatts. We spray painted, laughed and basked in the warm summer sun. For those few hours there were no rules, no judgment, and no global pandemic.
this [mama]. 