Just another ordinary day in Florida.
Where it takes me is likely beyond what my small mind could ever have dreamed. When I look back at 2016 to 2017 that is most certainly true. The ego had plans and the universe laughed.
Such joy and freedom in saying NO. For calling bullshit on the inner dialog that said "this is how it is, I work full-time and have a child and blah blah blah here are all my excuses for why I should be permanently frazzled and fatigued." Facing the truth--that my time is precious indeed, so how can I use it to fuel joy?--was LIBERATING and EMPOWERING.
IT SEEMS SO SIMPLE, RIGHT? And yet, there I was again, yelling like a shrew at my family this past weekend. All sleep-deprived and self-righteous. (I always become the self-righteous martyr when I'm parenting from an empty cup...look at me, sacrificing for ALL OF YOU, NONE of you whom seem to appreciate my greatness! LOL. NOT A GOOD LOOK FOR YOU, SARAH.)
With sweaty palms and joy, I'm excited to announce that I'm finally launching my etsy shop! You are the first to know--not because I am trying to sell you anything (and I truly am not, and I also promise not to use this blog to promote the shop beyond sharing today's news!)--but because this is as much yours to celebrate as mine.
Has she fled to Canada? Is she wandering the woods of Chappaqua? Is she holed up with Richard Simmons? No, no, and *shudder* thank God no!
I understand that part of this anger is about my own deep wounds. My own story of harm by a mad man--and the perceived betrayal of the otherwise sane people who knew better than to believe a madman and ultimately align with a mad man. This is also what I know about being wounded: there is no greater pain that not being seen. We don't expect a mad man to see or understand our pain. He's not capable of it. But the ones who we know are capable of empathy and love? We except better.
Sometimes we need to dig into the closet. What is in there that scares us? I've read that the Chinese New Year's FIRE ROOSTER brings with it the energy of tidying up, letting go, and being fastidious. Recently I fully embraced the rooster energy and decided to spontaneously empty and organize our walk-in closet. To the… Continue reading Peering into the closet
. . .will never dismantle the master's house. Are you ready to try love?
Wake up Brush teeth Make coffee (obv) Call congress at 202-225-3121 Send postcard to senators (Send ❤to the sisterhood) (Adapted From Michael Moore's speech at Women's march)