ESCAPE ROUTE: Make it less private.
Ask for help.
Tell the truth. Continue reading “Directions on Escaping Your Private Hell”
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A Love Letter to Artificial Progress & Real Regression
Dear World,
Years ago, I believed I was unintelligent. As a child, I worked very hard to hide my perceived stupidity and the shame that accompanied it. I was convinced that anytime I appeared to be intelligent, it was artificial. Naturally, this internal messaging, along with other self-mutilating messaging, was totally false. Continue reading “A Love Letter to Artificial Progress & Real Regression”
Feelings… wo wo wo… Feelings
I spend a great deal of time and energy thinking, writing about, examining, preaching, ripping apart and putting back together, all things about “FEELINGS.” I have no doubt that this is time and energy well spent. (This is your cue to roll your eyes.)
Time and time again, embracing feelings and the depth of feelings that I feel or have felt, almost immediately turns me to examining facts – I am an ardent supporter and believer in evaluating and trusting facts over feelings, but processing feelings is a MUST. Continue reading “Feelings… wo wo wo… Feelings”
Writing Right, Righting the Wrong
Once I am right, I will really write.
Maybe I am writing now.
I am ill with a lie told as truth
and a truth that I wish was a lie.
And me, a woman who rarely asks, “Why?”
is asking, “Why?” Continue reading “Writing Right, Righting the Wrong”
The pessimism in positivity, with or without donuts
Just recently, I was told that my positivity, is downright irritating. It wasn’t just one person who mentioned this to me, it was at least two and perhaps a third was nodding in agreement. If you are a fairly recent friend or colleague of mine, you may be nodding along. Also, you may be right.
Continue reading “The pessimism in positivity, with or without donuts”
The right fit for a “Triple D” who grew
A while ago, I giggled about the one and only time I considered myself a “Triple D.” “Triple D,” was what I named a phase I went through briefly, still, longer than for 18 hours. It stood for:
Divorcee Distracted Dating
Through a slew of varied experiences, I got past my “Triple D” phase pretty quickly. Now, my cup runneth over.
Lately, I’ve had dating and mating on my mind. Continue reading “The right fit for a “Triple D” who grew”
Self-proclaimed experts: You okay?
In the past few weeks, I have been catapulted into pondering what being an expert really means (to me), and why I have never held the opinion that I am an expert on or in anything. Continue reading “Self-proclaimed experts: You okay?”
