Do you ever think you worked through an issue and laid it to rest for the final time? The problem could be a year-long work project or a home remodeling project. Maybe you have experienced typing the last word of a research paper only to discover a glaring error in your introduction, thereby requiring anContinue reading “Going Around Again: The Issue that Refuses to Leave”
When plans go awry, or others declare our pursuits the vain attempts of an idiot, and when life all but bottoms out, we have a choice to make.
Feeling sorry for ourselves is one option. Marinating in the shoulda-woulda-couldas is another.
Or, we can put in superior perseverance and come out triumphant, the satisfaction and joy of hard work twinkling in our eyes. Personal potential realized.
I nearly saw discouragement sulk away with the swells of comparison and perfectionism behind it. At that moment, I thought, “No, not my daughter. You, my lifetime archenemy, are not sinking your claws into my bright, beaming, courageous, and generous Fiona.”
No one – no individual, business, organization, or government – should have a cost of human life budget. There should be no acceptable number of people who must suffer and die before we start to care about each other. And yet there is a budget – a rather generous one.
Food-starved and love-starved travel the same road: desperation. Both will settle for scraps.
How long will you wait for the universe to align in your favor before accepting the truth that you are are worthy of happiness? Worthy of having a voice, making a difference, and pursuing your dreams?
Destructive coping mechanisms are like resilient pests that keep coming back. Sometimes they are so sneaky you don’t know they are there until you turn around and see the years of damage. Overcompensating Just as your body compensates for injury to avoid pain, so do your mind and heart. If you sprain your left ankle,Continue reading “The Pain of Overcompensation”
During a jovial conversation last week, I heard myself say, “If I don’t do it perfectly, I’m garbage.” My friend had a look in her eye as if she didn’t know whether to be concerned or amused. I wasn’t sure how I felt either. I know I hold myself to unrealistic standards but hadn’t beforeContinue reading “If I’m Not Perfect, I’m Garbage”
Most of us want a reason. We want to know why someone treated us like something less than human with their beatings, their calloused cruelty, their systemic stripping of our ability to trust. Tragically, too many of us blame ourselves. We try to reconcile our living nightmares by transferring responsibility onto our shoulders, “I needContinue reading “No Excuse Exists for Abuse”
Have you ever stood at an event, or in the audience of a performance, and wondered what all the fuss was about? People are clapping, screaming, jumping, crying, fighting, fainting, and your left standing in the middle trying to figure out where the free ice cream truck must have pulled in. Upon realizing there isContinue reading “Meet People Where they Are”