There was a situation yesterday with the front door of my home. I should clarify; I felt a situation yesterday with the front door that I chose to paint yellow. I was laying on the living room sofa with the windows and door open. Some men from down the street were walking their dog past … Continue reading The Yellow Door.
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Perfect.
There are times where I am so tired. I am weary from being afraid and feeling imperfect. I get pinned underneath the weight of my stories. It's in this place, when I get good and quiet, that I encounter a feeling... The desperation eases and I feel hope. It's a whisper, to be sure. But … Continue reading Perfect.
Drop Your Story.
Or put it down gently. I really don't know how well it's serving you. What I do know is that carrying around that story is limiting you. It's the story we default to when something goes wrong. "I do it because that's how I was raised." "It's a habit." "It's what I've always done." "It … Continue reading Drop Your Story.