21 Aug Bury Doubt Before Doubt Buries You
Doubt. I’m so done with doubt. I literally buried it in my backyard. Last time I metaphorically mentioned using a shovel—this time I couldn’t find one, so I used a garden rake. I...
Doubt. I’m so done with doubt. I literally buried it in my backyard. Last time I metaphorically mentioned using a shovel—this time I couldn’t find one, so I used a garden rake. I...
Maybe I’m thinking about joy more this past week because it’s the 10-year anniversary of my son’s brain surgery to remove a life threatening brain tumour. I didn’t come to joy the way...
I wrote this last week in my journal, and maybe it was just for me. But when I reread it this morning, it connected in a new way. What do you want to say? Maybe...
I had one yesterday, last weekend, and on and off today. I notice it when I wake up at night, or perhaps even more concerning, it's what's waking me up at night. I...
You were neglected. I had never thought of my childhood through that lens. I never went hungry or didn't have clothing. I always had a home. Yet when my therapist said it—You were neglected—something...
Last week, I spent Monday morning at the Oncologist's office. I expected it to be a crappy day filled with angst and uncertainty. In moments that seem shrouded in shadows and covered in clouds,...
Last week, my husband was diagnosed with prostate cancer, and he was informed that he would be seeing the oncologist today. I had two coaching sessions scheduled, one with a client I...