the gifts of grief

If you told me two years ago that having my heart broken would take me home to myself – and help me start to fall in love with myself – I would have laughed.  And by laughed, I mean that crazy, confusing kind of laugh that makes you want to avoid eye contact and back…

just for today

What if just for today, you gave yourself permission to be right where you are? To be with the pain, the joy, the tenderness, the rage, the ecstasy, the anger, the rawness, the beautiful messiness of it all.  Permission to just be. What if you decided that today, just for today, you are going to…

on self-care

I used to put a TON of pressure on myself around self-care practices.  It would go something like this: ‘ok, so tomorrow I am going to wake up at 5am, do yoga for an hour followed by a half hour of meditation, and I’m not going to eat any dairy or sugar ever again, (insert…

the myth of ‘not enough’⠀⠀⠀

As I am slowly unpacking and untangling a lifetime of stories I have been carrying about myself, l am noticing that there is a reoccurring theme beneath the surface of many seemingly unrelated storylines: a belief that I am not enough.  I know I am not alone in this feeling – that we, just as…

no apology necessary

I’ve been thinking about how often I say ‘sorry’… it seems to be a default when I am needing or wanting something, expressing myself, in someone’s way, or feel that I am sharing too much.  Beneath that phrase, what I am really saying is sorry that I: had a thought, an opinion, an emotion, spoke…