watering with words
It was twelve years ago now that I seriously contemplated driving my car into the center divider of the 105 freeway. I was crying, I was tired, and I had no idea why I felt this way. A million thoughts raced through my head. I didn’t call anyone to ask for help, I held on... Continue Reading →
It has been about two years since I started this blog. It wasn’t always public. I spent the first year in the shadows - hiding from other people and not writing very often. Maybe once a month I would force myself to draft something up. A handful of my first entries never made the cut... Continue Reading →
Passing judgment is so unsexy. It doesn’t flatter anyone. It’s something that I’ve grown to have almost no tolerance for, which is ironically kind of a judgmental behavior. It’s human nature to talk shit and my guess is that we do it because we like to feel better about ourselves. Sometimes the fastest way to... Continue Reading →
The recurring theme in the last week of my life was the value that we (Americans) place on giving 110% of ourselves to maintain constant productivity. We are slaves to it. If you’re like me, you’ve experienced major burnout, given up time with friends and family, felt guilty about taking time off, and been afraid... Continue Reading →
The first time I was stung by a bee was probably seventeen years ago in a corridor of my high school. How the bee got inside, I’ll never know. I was chatting it up with a friend, laughing and carrying on, when I felt something land in my hair. I very casually reached for it... Continue Reading →
My Papuchi promoted deep suffering on Good Friday. He was a devout Catholic, and as such, was super into the guilt and sacrifice movement. It was hard to feel guilty and sad on Good Fridays, though, because my cousins would come into town for Easter which would, honestly, make for an incredible time. Simpler times,... Continue Reading →
This week was a doozy. I don’t always battle it out with myself - but when I do, it’s brutal. Quitting my job to discover my true purpose has been a bumpy ride. I know that anything worth having in this life requires patience and sacrifice. I know that it will all be worth it... Continue Reading →
Scroll to the bottom for a vlog version of this post. Growing up as an only child, I struggled with being alone. I didn’t know this at the time, but I longed for someone who understood me and my life experience. I could never grasp why the people around me with siblings didn’t get along... Continue Reading →
If you check my e-book library you’ll find titles like: “Body Kindness: Transform Your Health from the Inside Out –and Never Say Diet Again” by Rebecca Scritchfield “Gratitude Journal: 52 Journal Prompts to Celebrate Your Wonderful Life” by Elizabeth N. Doyd “Healing Childhood Trauma: Transforming Pain into Purpose with Post-Traumatic Growth” by Robin Marvel &... Continue Reading →
It’s women’s history month, so you know I gotta write about women. News flash: Being a woman is hard. Not even going to get into the physical stuff that women have to endure - just kidding, I am. Menstrual cycles? Are you kidding me with this shit? I don’t know if I’m alone here -... Continue Reading →
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