There are many times that I have much to say but don’t end up writing. I stop myself from typing because what I have to say is not uplifting and edifying and I fear that I will not be a positive influence on others and therefore what I want to write should not be published.… Continue reading Friday Babbles: A Dry Well
Tag: depression
Hidden Blessings
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
A Memorial Hike
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
Blanket Monsters
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
What Shoes are on my feet?
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?
When Michelle IS afraid…
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…
Sandcastles
I remember as a child going to the ocean. Packing the car, so snug we could barely move, everything we needed, and only what we needed, for a week’s vacation, in a small compact sedan for a family of five to make a 3-hour drive to the coast. I personally dreaded the drive, squeezed in… Continue reading Sandcastles
