While you’re cuddled up on the couch, she’s hiding in the bathroom crying. While you’re enjoying your Sunday off, she’s praying for Monday to come. While you’re washing the dishes, she’s picking up pieces of a thrown plate. While you lay your head down at night, her mind is riddled with guilt, sadness, and terror. While you’re applying make-up to cover up...
I am more than just a job title. More than a checklist of completed tasks. More than a list of words describing my appearance. More than a collection of society-assigned labels. I am more than you think. I am a book of memories. A stream of ideas and thoughts. An overflowing cup of emotions. A jar of silenced experiences. A filled-to-the-brim bucket of wants, needs and dreams. I am a vessel of...
This morning, as I took my shower, moments of my past flooded my thoughts. They unfolded in my mind as if they were happening all over again. Moments when I didn’t feel like I was enough. Moments that hold immense guilt for me. Moments that have played a role in shaping who I am today. I don’t know what brought this on. I didn’t plan it. I didn’t knowingly conjure it. I...
Today, I celebrate me. I celebrate who I was, who I am, and who I will become. I celebrate my thoughts, decisions and accomplishments. My wants, my needs, my goals. I celebrate how far I have come and my will and motivation to keep going. I celebrate my wisdom, perspective and contributions. My intentions and my efforts. I celebrate my peacekeeping tendencies and my yearning to tell it like it is...
Memories. Boxes of memories. Gathered items collected over the span of her life. Pieces of her life carefully placed in boxes and moved from house to house, as she moved from town to town. Pieces believed to symbolize moments of her life. Pieces believed to be made up of pieces of her. Pieces believed to define her, as she is today. Irreplaceable pieces. Year after year, more and more pieces were...
January 1, 2019. It’s here. I’m here. It’s a new beginning and a continuation all at the same time. What do I want this year? I’ve been asking myself this for a while now. Contemplating what my word or phrase of 2019 will be. I want more time spent doing things that open up my soul. I want to dive into who I really am and appreciate and love her like I have never before. I...
