Fat is Not a Feeling
The first time I thought I was fat was on the bus in fifth grade.
My little thighs were spreading out and sticking to the brown vinyl seat that had, in places, been duct taped together.
It was a hot late spring afternoon and this was North Carolina. The windows were down to cool us off but I was more concerned about the size of my legs than anything else.
Desires, Purpose and Achieving Goals
In the past week I've done some meditations and journaling to get to the heart of my heart's desires.
What do I really want?
What do I desire that I'm barely aware of?
Which of my desires are not really my true desires?
How can I know?
Creative Woundings, Vulnerability, Bravery and Fleetwood Mac
When I was a kid, I loved music. My mom taught me the basics of piano and then bought piano books so that I could plunk along on my own. It was fun, low key and I loved it- especially singing along.
Burned, Stupid, Ashamed
Just writing that title kinda makes me feel icky. "Burned, stupid, ashamed" came up during a convo with a sales coach and I was sharing with her my experience with high dollar "masterminds." You know- the ones where you pay $25k for the privilege of 3 group retreats and then an hour of your coach's time per month.