In life, I have set myself on a path, outlined where I was going and how I would get to where I needed to go. I had it all figured out. I could see where I was, and where I needed to go, and exactly how I would get there. Easy peeasey fresh and squeezy.… Continue reading The Path
This weekend I spent time doing numerous things: I napped (gloriousness, I tell you, pure heaven) I went to the gym (Not quite gloriousness, but a good experience that made me feel proud of my accomplishment) Tidying up parts of my home (again felt pride and accomplishment for getting things done off my to do… Continue reading Hidden Blessings
Five years ago today, I lost a mentor and friend of mine to cancer. It was a hard loss. She was young, and so was I. A lot went down when she passed, and I think that made things extra hard. I was grieving a lot more than just her, but some innocence too. It… Continue reading A Memorial Hike
When I was young, and I could not face the world, I would go to my room and I would hide beneath my blanket, sitting on my floor, with my blanket pulled over my head. In my head, no one could see me, I was safe, and I was in my own world, numb to… Continue reading Blanket Monsters
I have been writing for an extended period of time today. I wanted to write about the week that I have had as it has been a heck of a week. But I keep writing and writing and words keep flowing, but the words and the sentences that the words and sentences are creating are… Continue reading A Friday Babble: Short and Sweet
There are days that I amaze myself at how well I can function. I am up, dressed, and totally on point. Out the door before I am supposed to be, at my desk early and cranking away at the good ole to do list and making grand progress. Almost robotic in a way. Then… Continue reading What Shoes are on my feet?
I think I shared this story before... It’s the one where we went to the beach for the first time as a blended family and the kids were younger. Being from the east coast I flocked to the water, it was soothing to my toes and my soul. Tottering behind me was my daughter. She… Continue reading When Michelle IS afraid…