I’m gonna do it messily

I’m gonna do it messily

by | Dec 21, 2020 | Resilience

I was talking the other day with someone I respect. Someone I turn to when I get caught in my old belief patterns and behaviors. Someone who calls me on my shit and who loves me unconditionally and who is my main reality check and cheering squad. We were (lovingly)...
The wee engine that will (perfectly) no matter what

The wee engine that will (perfectly) no matter what

by | Dec 7, 2020 | Resilience

I don’t know if I’m proud or a wee bit embarrassed that this is the newest nickname my older brother gave me. Or, if I were being fully truthful, that we both gave me. I guess that kinda gives a sense of how I feel about it. The wee engine that will (perfectly) no...
Stand in your power

Stand in your power

by | Nov 16, 2020 | Resilience

Yes, I am powerless. Yes, I still think I have power. And responsibility. Power and responsibility to make sure people around me are happy. Power and responsibility to make sure they don’t get upset with me. And yes, I am wrong about that. Completely, magnificently,...
Wow. I still think I have power…

Wow. I still think I have power…

by | Nov 9, 2020 | Resilience

My anxiety has been a bit rampant recently. I wonder why???? 🙂 I added a tool to my toolkit. I worked out a plan with my therapist to, if not handle, at least be less thrown by my anxiety. First, I think “Pause.” Then I remember that I’m powerless. The great thing is...
Open your heart to a freight train of love

Open your heart to a freight train of love

by | Oct 26, 2020 | Resilience

Now more than ever, I’m stopping moment by moment and opening myself to love. I’m opening my heart to a freight train of love. I heard this phrase in a Rick Hanson book or webinar. It resonates so strongly with me. Opening my heart to a freight train of love. I am...
Claim fundamental agency over your own inner movie

Claim fundamental agency over your own inner movie

by | Oct 12, 2020 | Resilience

All day long I make up stories in my head. I guess at what other people are thinking; I skid down the grooves in my brain that were carved as I navigated my childhood (and the grooves that came from the “pickling” of my young brain from my childhood in a cult); I play...