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?
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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.
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.
Carve Out the Bad Sh*t.
I just read the short story Tender by Cherline Bazile. I’m a great lover of short stories for so many reasons, and I desire to write them well, but alas, I’d have to condense my words and thoughts and that is not a forte of mine. Anyway, I digress. I don’t want to give away… Continue reading Carve Out the Bad Sh*t.
A Hill to Die On.
I recently called a mentor of mine (was, is, not sure) to talk about something that was bothering me. There was a situation that I felt was patently unfair and if I’m being honest, I wanted a sympathetic ear. I’m not sure I was actually seeking advice. Maybe I was, but the biggest part of… Continue reading A Hill to Die On.
Dear John.
Dear John, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to our relationship. Well, I’ve been giving a lot of consideration to my relationships in 2023. Anyway, I’ve been reflecting. Also, analyzing. And then, a wee bit of overthinking. Okay, okay, you got me: there’s been a tremendous amount of thinking. It’s not very helpful that… Continue reading Dear John.
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