People are sick.
In just my circle of friends, there is celiac disease, diverticulitis, diabetes, heart conditions, thyroid disease, or stage 4 cancer.
Almost every disease story begins with symptoms, but my friends remind me that symptoms aren’t symptoms until you know.
Diabetes is I’m just really thirsty.
Diverticulitis is It was something I ate.
Heart palpitations must be Simply a patch of anxiety.
And cancer is I must have the flu.
Until we know. Continue reading
“Who told you that you were behind?”
I was in the middle of a pity-party and had invited my friend into my rant: “How am I supposed to get all of this done? Where is the help when I need it? When do I get to think/rest/be?”
She set down some flowers and listened to my list of should be’s and just cant’s, but soon it was obvious she was mainly there to serve the punch…
“Who told you that you were behind?” She asked again. And it hit me right in the gut. Continue reading
An online quiz promised to tell me what kind of cookie matches my personality. I was hoping for chocolate chip, but I got oatmeal raisin. The shame. Maybe I’ll do better with my spirit animal …
We’re obsessed. Chances are, if you’re like me, you know your Myers Briggs letters, or your Disney princess, or maybe even what Hogwart’s school fits you best. I’m Gryffindor.
Of course it’s harmless and fun, but with all this talk, I’m finding myself ranking my personality high or low, evaluating, comparing, wishing…. Continue reading
It was barely 9:00am. My son’s sticker chart was ruined, his time-out chair was hot, and our marble jar was empty.
And I was all three. Continue reading
Once, when I was overwhelmed, exhausted, and in the midst of a family crisis, a good friend took one look at me and gave me some very welcome advice:
“You are dealing with a lot. Step back and take a break. Allow yourself to be in survival mode for a while.”
She gestured to my work piled on the table, some cleaning supplies waiting on the counter, our jammed calendar on the fridge, and the cookbooks scattered on the couch.
Her words were like a lifesaver for my spirit. They gave me permission to put aside anything that wasn’t absolutely necessary, and allowed this sinking girl a chance to catch her breath and float. Continue reading