Seeing the changes in what I want now compared to what I thought was the ultimate goal a few years ago is shocking. I’m still struggling with fully accepting that the picture I had in my head of how I wanted my life to look isn’t the only right way. We’ve been taught to aim for certain things in life. We’ve been taught to strive and work towards a certain lifestyle. Allowing myself to want...
I can’t erase you from my life. You are still a part of my story. You are in my memories. But they’re tainted now. I can’t ignore what you’ve said. And I can’t ignore how you’ve made me feel. You picked up the phone and kicked me out of your life. You sat in my childhood home and shunned me with memories of me in that house all around you. Even the very chair...
I’ve listened to your criticism for years. Your judgments. Your disrespectful digs. I’ve pushed them aside, along with my self-worth. I’ve continued to allow you in my life. Against my better judgment. But this time… this time is different. You’ve gone too far for far too long. I will still love you. But I will do so from a distance. I love myself enough now to only accept...
I’ve been struggling with where this writing journey of mine is headed. In the last month, I’ve been drawn to do things that my soul has been craving. I’ve been writing. Taking photos. Updating my blog. Sharing my work. But where is this going? What is going to become of all of this? What is the end goal? I have no clue and today, my wonderful husband gently reminded me that...
As she drove away, an undeniable ache filled her chest. She stopped the car. Something was missing. She looked back at the ocean in her side mirror. There it was. A piece of herself at the water’s edge. With a deep sigh, she turned her eyes back to the road. She kept driving. She’d have to do without that piece of herself, until her toes found their way back into the sand. Until...
I’ve always loved to write. Putting pen to paper is natural to me. I swayed from it longer than I care to admit, but I’m s.l.o.w.l.y finding my way back. I don’t know where this is going. I don’t have a plan. I can’t see the bigger picture. And quite honestly, that scares me. I don’t know if I need a plan. I don’t know if I should share all of it on here...
