There is something particularly gutting about someone telling you that you aren’t communicating well. That seems an overly general statement, as I’m not sure that everyone feels that way. I do. If I’m being completely candid, there are times that my brain is moving faster than my mouth. It’s my heart, too. There are all… Continue reading So, I’m the worst?
Author: thepathtoworthy
Even Steven?
I was trying to tell a friend the other day that I have been feeling unconfident about our relationship, our connection. I was feeling vulnerable and so, I was nervous, and therefore, I was fairly inarticulate. If I’m being honest with myself, I think this friend knew exactly what I was trying to get at,… Continue reading Even Steven?
Dream….Bigger.
On this blog, I’ve often pondered the notion of authenticity and also, connection. And then, the intersection between the two concepts. I think when we are struggling with a sense of who we are and what we want and what we need, the connections that we form are tenuous and threatened. I think sometimes when… Continue reading Dream….Bigger.
This Sea Has The Worst Fish.
I made the horrendous mistake of getting back on a dating site for a half a minute. I know, I know: your sister/best friend/uncle/neighbor/co-worker met the love of their lives on a dating site. I don’t doubt it. In fact, I know people who have done just that. I’m not a doubter except that, well,… Continue reading This Sea Has The Worst Fish.
Optimistic, but Fragile.
I felt real fucking salty when I woke up this morning to a flurry of messages for International Women’s Day. I’m not even sure where to begin, to be honest. Well, I guess I’ll start here… I was speaking with a close friend yesterday about future professional aspiration. I was sharing that I had been… Continue reading Optimistic, but Fragile.
Dear World.
Dear World, I’ve been thinking a lot about the decision in Alabama. You know, THE decision. I’ve wanted so much to write about it, but whatever I have to say feels insufficient. There are so many who are writing about THE decision, on all sides. There are women and men who have utilized IVF, clinicians… Continue reading Dear World.
A Case of the JetBlues.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to write about this week. If I’m honest, it was a doozy. There was some good stuff in there, but it started on Sunday with some trauma and I’m having trouble moving beyond it. I am hesitant to even use the word trauma, because I understand that categorization is… Continue reading A Case of the JetBlues.
Love. Better.
I think about Valentine’s Day, but maybe not in the way that you think I think about it. I am not despondent on this day of love. I do not lament my single status or bemoan my past relationships. I am not bitter, nor am I resentful of those who have love in all shapes… Continue reading Love. Better.
Trust the Overthinker.
I saw a quote online the other day that read: “Trust the overthinker who tells you they love you. They have, most assuredly, thought of every reason not to.” I felt this so hard. I am, after all, a prime time overthinker. I spend most of my time trying to figure out what people are… Continue reading Trust the Overthinker.
Girl Math.
I saw this ad on Instagram the other day for something. I mean, it obviously did not do the job because I can’t remember for the life of me what it was. Something, anyway. The advertisement was focused on a sale and the verbiage used was as follows: girl math. I fucking saw red. That’s… Continue reading Girl Math.
